Happy Endings and the Milf Masseuse : VOL 2 [MF]

In the rainy, storm gray days that followed the fruition of all my most desirous fantasies coming true: I was a new man. Truly, I had coworkers and friends remark more than once about an “especially upbeat” me. I was like Peter Parker right after the spider bite.

“Just some good self care ” I would say, and then subsequently spend the rest of the work day trying not to replay my glorious, long awaited session with Marcy, and the tender moments after.

Back to that fateful day, as I pieced together my outfit back on, still glowing but still sweaty from the encounter; she stepped out of the main floor of the studio to freshen up herself. I watched as her perfect form disappeared into the kitchen. Still only wearing her koi fish kimono, her breasts bouncing free from restraint and poking through, visible from behind. Big ass – a metronome moving side to side as she walked, the crux of her hourglass figure. Even the way she walked was sensual.

Her auburn hair all sexed up, waves across her smooth and tan shoulders. I smelled her vape pen, and heard her select a record and then start to spin it on the vintage turntable she used mostly as a surface to simply put succulents on. The opening riff of Band on the Runs album sounded through the walls, hushed soon by the spurting of a faucet.

She returned with a copper goblet of iced water for me. She held it up to my lips, coaxing it into my mouth with a smile. A seraphic servant.

“Can’t have you passing out on me”

Both teasing and caring, her voice and demeanor. Eyes seemingly always intense.

“I mean I already feel like I either already died and went to heaven or am in the middle of a fever dream or something” I joked.

Still, there was a tension, an awkwardness. The post nut clarity was as real as the pain of a nut punch, and as hot and as Penthouse Letters as that whole last half hour of my life was- She was still old enough to be my mom. An undeniable fact that cast a disheartening shadow across both of our elated and exhausted minds.

I remember dragging my feet, looking to her and to the door and back to her. I opened my mouth, then closed it again. Opened, closed. A friendship now, forever changed. I was caught in my usual deer in headlights stupor that’s caused by her piercing gaze-

“Look” She said, sighing and stepping forward.

“Don’t even think about saying “thank you” or anything other than “see you next time” mister.”

Laughing as she stretched out her arms to be entangled within mine- her kimono a cape; Marcy proceeded to grip both of my hands into hers after a moment of wordless communication. I melted into her, her eyes, her everything – the way she made me feel like sunlight seen through raging stormclouds. I pressed my tenting cock into the cove of her womanhood. She placed a hand on the back of my neck. We almost danced.

It’s funny, we could have the most animated wordy conversations about anything, but when it came to the undeniably intimate and intense relationship between the two of us- it was peaceful silence and ancient gestures.

“See you next time” I said.

It took everything I had to end the embrace. With both a sweet kiss on the cheek and a gratuitous ass grab for the road, one where I really gripped and shook- I left her waving and laughing in that doorway for the drive home.

After that first carnal session, I spent the two weeks before the following session really putting the work in in the gym, and I also assembled an assortment of gifts for her, to really ensure that the passion raged on, and also, just because the milfy goddess deserved it.

I was comically aware that lightning like her would never strike twice again. I admit, I was worried she would say something along the lines of : “just once” or dare I say “look last time we got a little crazy…” but I took some deep breaths and kept the anxiety at bay.

Pulling into her side lot, I shot her a text;

Hey love, pulling up rn. Wanted to just chill tn, if that’s okay. Pay double to just just smoke and cuddle?

Parking the car, gathering the roses and gift bag my phone chimed;

Aquaeleven, promise me we don’t just smoke and cuddle (;

As usual, my worry was for naught. And as usual, my good, wholesome intentions got a whole lot less governing. I started to bulge as I crossed her porch. She swung open the door her usual, sexy way. As always, I was reminded of the summer day in which I first saw her through the doorway Smiling just the way she is now.

Vintage tan patagonia vest on that still didn’t hide how gigantic her subtly shaking breasts were, tribal bandanna in a rosie the riveter style across her messy bun. Skin still sunkissed in the clouds and cold. After all this time my jaw still dropped. She stood on the tiptoes of her uggs with a delighted countenance, then jogged out rushing to hug me on the porch.

“You did not! Seriously, this is too much!”

I threw an arm around her back, leading us both back into the sanctuary of her studio as she repeated over and over how sweet I was. Her head resting on my shoulder, shaking good-naturedly with a smile on her face in the direction of the gift bag and my noticeable, throbbing bulge. As soon as we were inside she had almost instantly procured a vase for the rose bouquet, placing it on the dresser right next to the massaging table.

“I’ll put ’em front and center, and tell everyone that they are from my favorite, best client”

I stared over to the bouquet, really a nice assortment of flowers, the vase a perfect base. She always had such a great eye for interior design. I smiled, and welcomed her in an embrace again, as she put her hands on my shoulders and looked up to me with a smile, us both leaning into the massaging table for support.

I raised an eyebrow and smiled wide. Leaning my head back to the ceiling in mock disbelief, I rolled my eyes back down to her bemused, and smitten expression.

“The truth comes out! All I am to you is just another lousy client, huh?”

In her most forward move yet, Marcy then directly gripped my cock, hard. I buckled and groaned, and in an immediate response I slapped her ass and pulled her close. After years of it simply being an elephant in the room, ignored, it was so satisfying to have her expert fingers finally work me over my jeans like it was nothing.

“Did you not hear me say favorite, or best, or…?”

Smooth, smoky voice trailed off, she stuck her tongue out playfully, which I quickly leaned into to greet with my own. I found out right there just how much Marcy loved to have her tongue sucked on.

The kiss was special, representative of how we both wanted to ramp up the passion. I continued to just rub my hands all over her ass, our kiss grew sloppy, moans came unannounced from the back of our throats. I palmed a big ass cheek in one hand while unzipping her vest with the other, as she extended her sports bra clad chest up to me, where I squeezed and pinched on her cleavage. Pausing to leave a trail of kisses and licks from her ear to the fabric just above her hard nipples. Soon, my hands disappeared under the fabric to grab and shake each torpedo tit firmly.

With dexterity that honestly surprised me, while we were intertwined with one another, I was able to remove the necklacae from the box in the bag, and since her hair was up, loop it around her neck easy. She paused when she felt the cool metal against her collar. A hand to her heart, blue eyes welling, she looked at the necklace and back to me after she realized what I had done.

“Seriously, Aqua, so thoughtful! I-”

She laughed into my chest and neck. Being tall had its perks sometimes. “You’re too good” she said. “You’re too good not to be too good to” I responded.

“So just smoke and cuddle, huh?”

I followed her swaying ass as she left for the kitchen and her storage closet. Returning with a dispensary made prerolled joint, and a heavy, arctic fur pelt I had never seen before, she winked at me as I began to undress.

Marcy was a muse, a living centerfold. Pulling off my leather jacket, ripping my laces undone on my boots, shimmying my pants off- I watched as she lit the candles and turned up the space heater. She fiddled with the settings and levers on the table and like a futon; whole extra feet of surface area for us both to lay on suddenly swung out and materialized, in which she then covered all with the large fur pelt.

She organized her essential oils and, and called back to me to select an album to put on her turntable. (David Bowie)

I left my boxers on, coincidentally the same shade of dark red as her bouncing sports bra. The spark of a lighter, the influx of smoke, she passed me the joint as she laid herself down on the table, kicking her uggs off, not breaking eye contact.

In the place where she gestured, I put the remaining contents of the gift bag. I stood right next to her shoulder, all nearly 9 inches of me fully out, so big and hard the elastic wasn’t even touching my lower stomach. Cock at her face level, hands on my hips, I watched with satisfaction as she opened remaining packages in the bag. The new essential oils got a “whoop” and a cheer. She looked back at my hardness, then up my body back to meet my gaze.

“Alright if I hadn’t already broken my code and let you fuck last time I definitely would have today” she said, her voice ringing with arousal and laughter.

“You know how much I love my lavender citronella”

She paused when she saw the last item at the very bottom, a simple handwritten letter in which I was quite personal, and if I don’t say so myself – quite romantic. Like I said, a lot of emphasis on the friend part of “friends with benefits”

She picked up the letter, remarked that she had never seen my handwriting before, her voice trailing off, smoke circulating up to the tree of life tapestry that adorned her cieling.

Opening the envelope with one hand and accepting the joint with the other, I settled down next to her.

Marcy had said that in her bisexual relationships in the past, that she was the dom one. I always saw little signs of this, but never anything like how she positioned me to cuddle. Freckled arm looping me down, pressing my face right against hervoluptuous cleavage (which I immediately breathed in and submerged myself in) – her legs interlocked so her knee could caress my cock slowly and gingerly as we talked. I laid there on her chest, kissing and looking up to her, my fingers grazing across her body.

She was unwavered however, reading my letter to her with an implacable look on her face, taking long drags from the joint and bopping her head to bowie.

Before she was even finished reading, she had snuck a hand under my briefs and slowly had started to give me a teasing handjob, absentmindedly, as she read. Loose, she turned her hand across my length over and over, shaking the table slightly.

I moaned and buried my face deep in her breasts, pulling her bra down so her tits were completely out, and started sucking on her nipples.

Her speed increased, grip grew stronger, really starting to just beat it. Marcy then slid the letter underneath the rose vase with steady grace in her other hand, before grabbing me by the neck, and forcing me up to meet her lips for a passionate kiss.

I moaned into her mouth and bit her bottom lip, but before I could work my way up her chin to whisper what I wanted next in her ear; she began her descent down towards my flexing cock, seemingly reading my mind.

Bathing me with her silken hair, she kissed and licked, bit and spit her way down my chest, abs, and torso. Slowly, she slid my boxers off and revealed me standing tall. I popped out to rest against her chin, before falling with her jaw. She threw her hair back like a cover model as she crossed between my legs, ass a perfect summit behind her. Flashing me a radiant smile and tossing a lock of auburn hair behind her shoulder, she gripped the base of my cock firmly. Her blue eyes twinkling. She spit right on the head, before bringing her pursed lips to the same spot the spit splattered over, running her roving tongue all around the now red head of my cock, before working her way with excessive slobber all the way down to my balls, which she licked in totality, with a whirlpool motion of her tongue, over and over. Moaning, she even lifted them up delicately and gave my ass a few licks before returning to run her tongue all over me again.

Marcy knew how to give head. She knew when to do this pornstar routine, when to gag and pop up for air and to wink with her lustful eyes. To be as kinky as I was comfortable with, expanding my sexual comfort zones.

She also knew when to take it slow, to simply palm the shaft and softly lick, eyes large and deceptively innocent. Pausing to slap my cock against her cheek a couple times, blowing me a kiss as I smacked her face with my throbbing curved length.

Those two styles came together as she plopped back from my head, and using her gratuitous spit as lube, she jerked me expertly right onto her pursed out lips and waiting face.

She winked at me and moaned through a mouthful of dick and slobber, eyes not leaving mine.

She paused, both hands squeezing slightly; she spit a porn quality mouthful of spit onto my cockhead, and blinked up to me, and barely more than a whisper, she calls;

“I need it”

Before proceeding to abruptly insert my entire length down her throat, letting me thrust like I would if it were her pussy, her gags and moans guttural and oh so hot.

I didn’t even tell her I was close, I just reached an arm down and yanked her hair up.

I’ll never forget the ropes splattering her forehead, running tributaries between her eyes and nose- laying in like war paint, hot and white and distinct against her rosy freckles and tan skin.

Or how she had moaned and cooed as my load made landfall.

Marcy made sure to use her mouth to clean my cock of any remaining cum, and since I had uh, purposely saved myself for this evening, there was so much. Still on me, on the fur pelt, and dripping down her face and chin, webbed between her tits. She played with the load on her chest, before lifting a coated finger to her mouth to suck on; staring into my soul the entire time. A look on her face the exact middle between slutty and angelic.

She rubbed my chest as she left for the bathroom to clean herself off.

“I think the joint is still lit!” She called out from behind the door.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n1clie/happy_endings_and_the_milf_masseuse_vol_2_mf