Vacation with my Masseuse [MF][Long]

I’m a longtime reader but this is my first post… names have been changed and a few details omitted. First a bit about me. I’m a 42-year-old man, about six foot, fit. I was in a car accident on a business trip a few years back and broke a lot of bones. I recovered, but my doctor recommended that I visit a massage therapist to work out some of the muscle and nerve problems that I still had. I had never done massages before but my insurance covered it, so why not? I did some research and found a female licensed massage therapist in the area who had great reviews. Her name was Irene, a 28-year-old with her own two room clinic in a strip mall. I didn’t know this beforehand but Irene was downright gorgeous. Five foot two, barely a hundred pounds. She has dirty blonde hair, a beautiful face – with blue eyes. She has perky b-cups, a slim waist and the most incredible thighs. This girl exercises daily and her body is lean, but she’s been blessed with wide (for her size) hips and an extraordinary bubble butt – a figure hard not to notice as she always does her treatments in form fitting tops and leggings. Sigh.

Well I’ve been seeing Irene for about a year, every 3 weeks or so – and my recovery has been remarkable. Muscle and nerve pain has been nearly eliminated and even old sports injuries have gotten better. Long way of saying she is strictly legit and really a talented therapist. We’ve become comfortable with each other over this time and would talk about our lives and relationships during the treatments. Me – well I’ve never been married, only had one long term relationship (was too career focused) and this relationship had just recently ended (poorly). Irene often told me about her boyfriends as she was very active socially – she loved Latin dancing at clubs and sure had the figure for it. I don’t know if it was the age difference between us, but she trusted my opinion – would often tell me stories about her dates and ask what I thought. I was in “friend” territory for sure, though I’d be lying if I didn’t wish her hands would wander during our sessions. Double Sigh.

One day, as I was lying face down on the table, she told me about a particularly bad date she just had, joked that she needed a vacation to get rid of the memory. Money was tight for her and she couldn’t afford to go anywhere. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I blurted out – “why don’t you come with me to Mexico?” Now the context: in two weeks I was heading to Mexico on holiday. A friend of mine owns a private condo attached to an all-inclusive resort on the Mayan side and a few months earlier I had rented it from him, was supposed to go with my girlfriend. Now I was single, but wasn’t going to let the place go to waste.
She suddenly stopped massaging me and I thought I had insulted her, apologized for being so forward (I’m a gentleman at heart) but in fact I caught her off guard and she was actually thinking about it. She asked a bunch of questions and I told her that the place had two bedrooms, two private baths – a spacious kitchen and living room, balcony with a hot tub etc. She wouldn’t have to pay a cent for the stay (I’m doing quite well in my career and I knew she couldn’t afford it). All she had to do was buy her flight and I’d cover the rest. There was a long pause and Irene then made it clear that we’d just be going as friends, would sleep in separate beds etc. I had no intentions of seducing her, frankly I often felt like an older brother to her. To be completely honest however, all I needed to do was see her in a bikini to refill the spank-bank ;)

She said yes. Cut to the chase, we arrive in Mexico (for a Sunday to Sunday week) – two friends on a platonic vacation. The conversation has always been very easy between us, and on the flight down we were getting along like old friends. We arrived at the resort, went up to the third floor condo – a beautiful unit that overlooks the beach/ocean. Over the next couple of days, we enjoyed the facilities at the resort (privileges the condo owners get) swam, walked to the nearby town, shopped, ate and just got along great. We dressed up one night and I took Irene to a nice restaurant. A lovely dinner, free-flowing conversation and lots of drinks. Now looking back, this was the “turning point” moment in our trip, but one I didn’t realize until later…

She asked why my relationship ended and I was honest with her. My girlfriend (also in her 40’s) was beautiful, intelligent and we shared similar interests. Except for one key area – she really didn’t love sex. To be blunt, I wanted to fuck her three times a day, and she would barely want to have sex once a week. It wasn’t a problem early on, but as our relationship got more serious I realized how important being intimate was to me. I knew that if we got married (there was talk) that our vastly different libido’s might drive a wedge between us. It kinda blew up the relationship (maybe I was being selfish) but now looking back, it was probably for the best. Irene was fascinated by my story; I think appreciated the honesty as I took most of the blame. Dinner ended and we headed home, back to our separate rooms with nothing more than a peck on the cheek.

I like to read before bed, so was on my kindle. About thirty minutes later there’s a knock on my bedroom door and Irene enters. She’s dressed in a long bath robe, looks like she just got out of the shower. She sees me under the covers and walks over, asks what I’m reading (Man in the High Castle for those interested). I tell her about it, but then – and completely without warning – she opens her robe and drops it to the floor. She’s completely naked underneath. Let me just say that my breath was caught. Her body is perfect: her breasts showing the beginning of tan lines, her belly a little distended from a big meal, her hips round and smooth. OMG. I think I blurted out her name, but she just smiled and stepped toward me, up to the edge of the bed. I sat up immediately, now faced her as I was sitting. Because of the height difference between us, we were almost eye-to-eye. I don’t know why, but at this point I made a concerted effort to turn her off. WTF right? Maybe it was so I didn’t feel I was taking advantage of her (like expecting payback for the money I was spending) or maybe it was because I wasn’t mentally prepared to be intimate with her (like the sudden realization of a fantasy) but anyway – I said something stupid like “you don’t have to do this”. She laughed, replied “I know”, then said “but I need a good fuck tonight”. Who am I to argue?

The rest is a bit of a blur… she dropped down between my legs, pushed my knees apart and pulled my boxers off. Now I’m sitting there, her head at crotch level. She grabs my cock with her hand for the first time. I am fully erect at this point and she says (with some surprise) “you’re so hard!” To put things into context, I’m average down there: six inches with average girth. What I have been blessed with however is a cock that becomes instantly hard as a rock. Literally, a warm breeze and I can cut glass with it. She tilts her head and pulls my head into her mouth. No to be inelegant, but this girl knows how to suck cock. She plays with my balls, licks the shaft, even bites the tip (gently) with her teeth. It was remarkable – wave after wave of pleasure as I watched the top of her head bob up and down in between my legs. Fortunately, I was still in a bit of shock so I didn’t blow my load in her face right then and there.

After a few minutes she stops and stands up in front of me. I pull her into my arms. OMG – the feeling of her breasts against my chest. My hands drop to her ass – it’s as smooth as I had imagined. I kiss her on the lips, at the same time pull her ass-cheeks apart – can already feel her wetness. She bites my lower lip, then asks me to eat her out. Don’t need to ask me twice! I lift her off the floor and throw her down onto the bed. I’m not particularly aggressive in bed, prefer “making love” to “fucking”, but she released a bit of a monster in me this night. I dive in between her legs.

Her pussy smelled incredible. She’d obviously showered, but still had a strong smell as her juices had started flowing – a musky but still sweet odor. I cannot describe how much her smell turned me on. I started slow, my tongue dancing over her clit, her lips, darting in and out of her, but after a few minutes I was all in – pushing my tongue as deep as I could. She tasted as good as she smelled. Irene came hard, and soon my face was covered in her juices. As she slowly came down, she saw my face and burst out laughing! I was shocked for a second, until she wiped the dripping goo off my chin (it must’ve looked pretty funny from her POV). Irene apologized for the mess, said she’s never cum like that before. Maybe she was embellishing in the moment – but fuck I didn’t care. If it was a lie, it was a good one.

I spread her legs and was about to put my aching cock inside her, but she put her hand against my chest, asked for a condom. I learned later that she was on the pill, but she still preferred to use a condom with a new lover. No problem for me, frankly I don’t mind using a condom with a new girl as it desensitizes things just enough so that I feel like a porn star for how long I can last. Anyway, I rush off to the bathroom, return with a box of condoms. Again, to be completely honest, I hadn’t expected sex, but sure was ready for it! I entered her and can’t adequately describe how incredible her pussy felt. She was very tight, but still was able to take me fully into her. I’m pretty sure I was hitting her G-spot as with each thrust I could feel the walls of her pussy tremble a little bit.

We did one position after another. The thing I love about petite women is that you can just pick them up and move them around in bed. She seemed to really enjoy it as I pushed her off when she was on top and roughly pulled her ass up so I could fuck her from behind. Yeah, no “love making” here, we were fucking like teenagers. She came a few times and I could feel her pussy walls spasm – like a blood pressure cuff tightening on your arm. After about thirty minutes of acrobatic sex, I tell her I can’t hold it any longer. She looks up at me (big round moist eyes) and asks me to cum inside her. She loves the feeling of a cock throbbing in her pussy. No problem there! A few more thrusts and I explode inside her. Wow. Don’t think I’ve ever filled a condom that much…

We collapsed into each other’s arms. A bit of pillow talk followed and she told me that she always found me attractive but as I was in a relationship, didn’t want to make things weird during our massage sessions. I was honest, told her she was often on my mind (even before I broke up) especially early morning showers! Thankfully she found that funny. We fell asleep soon after. The next morning, I woke up around ten alone in bed. I dressed and went out into the living room but she wasn’t in the condo – she liked early morning walks so I figured she was on the beach. I grabbed my kindle and sat down to read some more, but couldn’t get past the page I was on – kept thinking about last night. About fifteen minutes later she came back, having had a swim.
There she was in her bikini. Fuck. How is it that you’ve seen this woman naked, but she’s even hotter when she has clothes on? Irene smiled, and we talked a bit.

I’ll cut ahead a bit here, but she saw my erection through my shorts and asked me to take them off. She then took off her bikini and dropped on top of me as I was sitting there. No condom this time, she wanted to feel my cum inside her (I guess I didn’t disappoint the night before). Again, no argument from me. She tasted salty from the ocean as I sucked on her tits while she moved up and down in my lap. Yeah, I didn’t last more than five/six minutes this time, which was fine by her. I exploded inside her and she had a little “o” I think. The best part was watching her pull up off of me, then put her hand over her pussy as she tip-toed off toward the bathroom, my cum leaking down her leg. I’ve thought about that image a lot!

We ended up fucking several times during the day, then at least once after dinner for the last four days of our stay. I gotta say it was the first time my cock has been sore from sex. Not a bad feeling at all, but I was glad that the morning we were leaving for the airport she gave me a blow job and let me cum in her mouth. She sensed I was tired and took it easy on me! We dated a bit when we got back home, but ultimately I couldn’t keep up with her sexually, and with the fact that she wanted to go out to a club every night. Age does make a difference sometimes. We stopped seeing each other after a while and I even stopped going to her for massages as it didn’t seem right somehow. So the irony here is that I now had a woman who actually had more of a sex drive than I did, but I’m the one who had to tap out! Careful what you ask for, you just might get it!

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