I get massages wherever I go, I travel a lot and indulge myself whenever possible. Forget what you hear about getting happy endings with massages; I go to spas in reputable hotels, and that's never been an option, I just don't even think about it. Sure, I've had hot masseuses who I've fantasized about while getting rubbed down, even sporting a half boner at times but they tend to just ignore that and keep working. I figure as long as you don't proposition them, it's no big deal, just part of the job and they deal with it by ignoring it.
Riva was different. And older, much older than most I get. I'm 37, and attracted to hot older MILFs, but Riva...well, she was spectacular, and more a GILF than MILF. She was probably pushing 60 if not older, but had wonderfully dirty blonde hair framing a very pretty, angular face beset by the usual wrinkles and folds of a woman her age, but beautifully so, and when she smiled, that somewhat rubbery face erupted with brilliance, green eyes sparkling. She had a killer body, too, in her spa blouse and tight black pants, from what I could tell.
But mostly, I noticed her sexy as hell feet. Now I'm not even into feet that much, but as I lay face down and felt her strong, old hands working my neck and back, I peered down at her gnarled feet, bare, visible from toes to slender ankle, long, bony toes but smooth and firm, a veiny instep smooth and tanned, a patchwork of sexy wrinkles on the side going underneath to what I imagined to be an exquisite sole.
I wanted to lick them, suck them, fuck them. It just came over me. And more and more as I watched them move to work my upper body, the tendons and sinews rippling as she moved. I felt my cock throb; I wore nothing and it pressed into the warm towel under me. Flipping over at some point would be an issue, when she turned me over and lay the blanket over me, the tent pole being impossible to hide.
It got worse. Even with her feet out of view as she massaged my upper ass cheeks, I was ready to explode. I had to take a chance and at least tell her she had lovely feet.
"Uh, Riva," I said, somewhat nervously. "I know this is out of line and I don't mean this as a come on, but you really have beautiful feet from what I can see. I hope that's OK to say that."
There was silence for a long moment, and then I heard her laugh gently.
"No, it's ok, in fact, I get a lot of that," she sighed. "I guess for an old gal, I do have sexy feet, and that's kind of you to say."
"Oh, my pleasure," I laughed. "Glad we got that settled."
She worked more and more by my head, giving me more glimpses of those sexy, flexing feet. And she knew it, staying there longer than usual and making my cock throb full out in a seven-inch testimony to her lovely feet.
"OK, I'll have you roll over now," she said, standing to the side and holding the blanket up to shield her view of my naked form.
"Uh," I stammered, frozen in fear, trying to will my dick down. "I, uh, don't think....well, it's just that...."
"Relax," she giggled. "I've seen everything on this job, and the fact that you're rather uncomfortable about rolling over says something about the job I'm doing, I guess. Don't worry, it won't bother me but if it bothers you..."
"Uh, no, no, that's fine, I'm just sorry that...well..you know."
"I know," she said, somewhat with a sexy hiss. "I know..."
Fuck it, I said to myself, flipping over and closing my eyes as she draped the blanket over me, and sure enough, my cock poking straight up in it. She said nothing, tucking it in and I sneaked a peek through my narrowed eyelids and saw a slight smile on her wonderfully wrinkled face. She came to work my head, scalp, neck and upper chest, saying nothing, and my boner never flagged. I figured she was OK with it, so more and more I began to have sexual thoughts of her feet, and now my cock oozed precum making a spot in the white blanket, a damp ring forming around the head as it pushed into the soft fabric.
