True to her word, Jill came back a week later, but she wasn't alone. There was another lady, a member of the cycling club named Maryanne, walking into my house behind Jill. I was astonished that Jill was so nonchalant about what we had done as to bring someone else without asking. Maryanne said she had heard wonderful things about my massage table and wanted Jill to introduce us so she could experience for herself. Maryanne was about 5' 1", maybe 110 lbs with a good ten of that in a very firm looking bust. She was a fiery redhead.
As I recovered from my shock I asked Maryanne what she wanted to experience. Maryanne said "Everything". Well okay, that narrows it down. I asked Jill what we should start with, and Jill said we could start anywhere, but she was not staying as she had some things to take care of. I walked Jill to the door and told her I would talk to her later. I turned back into the house and invited Maryanne to sit on the couch. She sat and said call me M, it makes me sound mysterious.
After a few minutes of talking, it came out that M's husband was in long term care and she was missing male companionship. Jill suggested me as a fill-in who could keep quiet about anything discussed or acted out. With that out of the way, I sat closer to Maryanne and placed a hand on her knee as we discussed massage techniques. Maryanne's knees clapped together, trapping my hand as she gasped and started to stand up. She looked like a filly trying to outrun the rest of the herd in fright. I quickly removed my hand and suggested we forget about any session today.
Maryanne looked up and shouted "No! I am here and we are going to go through this!" I leaned back against the side of the couch and told her that I would not force anything upon her and we were done. She started to cry and whimpered that she was ruining this as she ruined everything. I thought to myself "That's all i need is an hysterical neighbor ruining my practice and costing me my license or jail time." I hugged M to my chest and patted her back to calm her down. She lifted her head up, looked me in the eye and said "Take me back to your spare room before I lose my nerve." So I reached down and lifted her off the couch and carried her back to the room with her arms wrapped around my neck. As I pushed open the door, she kissed my earlobe and told me to do as I pleased with her.
I undressed M to her bra and panty set, and those firm breasts were very much standing to attention. I unfastened the front clasp and her breasts stood out with no sag. As I brushed the straps off her shoulders the heel of my hand rubbed her nipple. You would have thought I hit her with a cattle prod, the way she jumped. My eyes were drawn to her breasts bouncing like a basketball. I quickly took them into my hands and pinched her nipples between my thumb and finger. M moaned and reached for the back of my head to pull me closer. She pushed me down and asked me to suck her nipples as they grew fatter. I switched from one nipple to the other, wetting them with my kisses and squeezing them like ripe melons. M was really moaning now, and her knees were buckling under her. I walked her backwards until she hit the side of the bed and I pushed her down gently.
As I watched, M had a small orgasm with just the nipple play. I was now so turned on that I reached down to her panties to discover the crotch was swamped. I pulled them to the side and slipped a finger all the way into her pussy with no resistance. I couldn't wait to get my first taste of her. I wrapped her waistband in my hands and pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet, pausing to inhale her fragrance. M looked down at me and asked what I was going to do with her. I replied that i was going to eat her pussy, and she pulled back saying no one had ever done that to her. I told her to lay back on the pillows and let me try. If she didn't like it I would stop. M made me promise I would stop if she said so, and I said she should have a safe word to end whatever we were doing. She said okay and chose the word panther.
