A month ago, for our 22nd anniversary, my husband booked a massage for me. I had never had one, but had heard from my girlfriends how soothing, relaxing and calming they could be. Thus, I was looking forward to the experience, hoping it would be everything I had heard.
As much as I was looking forward to the pampering, I was apprehensive about the procedure. I knew it involved disrobing, but I wasn't sure how I'd deal with being naked in front of someone, especially if the masseuse turned out to be a man. I hadn't been undressed in front of any man except my husband in, well, a long time.
I arrived at the spa, checked in, and after a few minutes I heard someone-a male someone-call "Grace?? Grace Rockwell??" I looked up from my magazine to see a tall, dark haired, well toned young man. My heart skipped as he called my name again. I stood and he smiled. I walked over to him, he introduced himself as Andrew, extending his hand to shake mine. I could feel the strength in his grip. I also felt myself getting damp as his blue eyes looked into mine, and I realized that he would soon be seeing me completely naked.
"Come on back, we'll get you ready." He escorted me back to the massage room, which had a screen to undress behind, and where there was a robe and several towels. He had the room ready with scented candles. I undressed and put a towel around me, then put the robe on and walked out.
Andrew was getting set up for me, adjusting the wide massage table and asking me to let him know if the temperature was good. He had me lie on it, on my belly, once I had taken the robe off. I still had the towel around me, but it was obvious it was not going to cover all my sensitive places. He pulled the towel down, leaving it around my waist, and I was relieved that I was not so exposed.
Andrew started the massage, working first on my shoulders, then down my back. His hands were strong and magical. I was amazed at how he could relieve the tension in my body so firmly, yet gently. He was quiet, hardly talking to me, except to ask if he was putting too much pressure on some of the more sensitive spots. After about 15 minutes, I was in a state of limbo, somewhere between wakefulness and dreamy semi sleep on the heated table. It was good for my mind as well as my body, allowing both to relax and rest.
Andrew moved down to work my legs once he had finished with my back. I expected he'd start with my thighs, continuing his progress, but instead went to my feet, rubbing them and flexing my toes. I felt the burn as he stretched my toes, but it felt good. His foot massage was exquisite. I had never had my feet massaged in such a relaxing way, and I was soon in a dreamy la-la land. After doing the right foot, he moved to the left, giving it equal treatment. Then he started up my right calf, kneading and rubbing deeply, followed by the same attention to the left. Aside from the wonderful relaxation that came from the massage, I noticed I was getting aroused by Andrew's firm touch, especially now that he was about to start on my thighs.
He started massaging the outside of my right thigh, then worked over the top side, then to my inner thigh. I instinctively opened my legs a little so he had better access. As I moved, I could feel the coolness of the air on my pussy as my outer labia opened. I knew Andrew had to see my state of arousal as he worked. He massaged the inside of my right thigh, and I knew I was getting wet as his touch was, oh, so close to my open pussy.
He finished my right thigh, then moved to my left side, starting the same process there, working up from my knee. Again, I moved to open my legs, giving him better access. As he massaged the inside of my left thigh, I gently moaned as he reached my pussy. I felt his finger trace the outside of my labia, giving me a start. The adult voice inside me was saying, 'Hey!!' my mouth said, "Mmmm...yes," very softly. I felt his finger again go up my left outer lip, then back down on the right. I adjusted my hips to allow Andrew better access, and I soon found myself into another stage of the massage, this one much more intimate. I knew it was not the Deluxe package my husband paid for, but I was not about to deny myself the upgrade.
Having now gently stimulated my outer labia, Andrew started on my now open inner lips, gently inserting one finger inside me, then two, playing with my clit with his other hand. He was not hurried, and his touch was bringing me to a slow boil. I felt a third finger go into my pussy, and I flinched as he stretched me. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust, the started moving in and out of me, all the while playing my clit with his other hand. My slow boil started roll, and then he found my G spot, and I opened my mouth, my fists clenched as an orgasm rolled over me in a long wave. Andrew held his fingers inside me til I released, then he gently played them in and out of my inner labia.
As I relaxed on the downhill side of my orgasm, I sighed, quite contented with the attention I had just received. "Feeling OK, Mrs. Rockwell??" asked Andrew as he started to massage my lower back again.
"Mmmm hmmm," I replied dreamily. "This is way better than I could have ever expected. And call me Grace."
"Good. I'm glad I can make you relax and take some stress away."
"Oh, you've done that marvelously. I don't want it to stop."
"We're in no hurry, Grace. I have plenty of time for you."
"Mmmm, take your time, then," I said, still in a very relaxed, orgasmic fog.
Andrew worked down from my back to my butt, giving it a good work over, then lifted it so it was slightly off the table. My pussy was wide open now, after Andrew had played me so wonderfully. He stepped away a moment, then I felt the table shift slightly, and a large, blunt object at my opening. Really large. I realized he must have gotten up on the table between my legs, and was now about to enter me-if he could get inside.
My husband is not small, a good 7" and fairly thick. Andrew was clearly out of that league. Again, the adult voice in me said 'don't you dare let him put that in you, what about Tim??' As before, I ignored that inner voice, and moved my hips, letting Andrew know he was welcome, at the same time realizing I was about to cheat on my husband for the first time in our 22 plus years of marriage. Once I felt that plunge, I knew I was across the line and there was no turning back. Still, I wasn't going to stop now, facing the reality of a hot young man wanting my middle aged pussy. He seemed to be having a little difficulty getting inside me, despite having just brought me to the height of arousal only a few minutes ago.
Andrew was patient, though, playing the massive head of his cock up and down my labia, teasing my clit. He soon made another attempt at my open, begging lips, this time getting the head in, stretching me open as it went in. "Ohhh..." I whimpered as he put about two inches of his shaft in before meeting resistance. He held there, holding my ass. After a few moments, he pulled away, almost all the way out, before pushing forward again. This time went a little easier, and he was able to get what I guessed was about half his cock in. The head was poking my G spot, and I felt him stretching me. He ran a finger over my clit, making me jump, as he slowly moved in and out of me, right on that magic spot, making me oh, so slowly crazy.
