[MF] My real life saga with the incredible, sensual, MILF masseuse. (Long, and a Slow Burn)

Do you remember when you saw for the first time, the most beautiful woman you ever would see? The one that made both time and you stop, and the one that you would forever compare all other women to? I do. I was 14. Naturally.

At the height of puberty, and horniness. I had spent the day with my dad, ( a weekend gig, child of divorce; he lived in another state; all too common occurrence) going about his new town as we searched for cheap furniture to furnish his new place with. Naturally, we hit up craigslist. It was a fun, summer day.

The first post was from a masseuse office literally a block away, showcasing a nice green loveseat that I ended up playing videogames on (& reliving that day over and over for for many years, lmao, amongst other things)

The loveseat didnt look too heavy, so Pop and me popped down. I had headphones in, I was just along for the ride, dwindling behind my dad as we waited after knocking on the door. Then it swung open; and I saw her for the first time.

Tall, tan, and freckled. Auburn hair tumbled past her shoulders, in delightful waves that shimmered in the sunlight. She had on this amazing blue top, and her big, freckled perky tits were pushed up against the brim, jiggling as she greeted us. A more electric blue than the navy that draped her sexy, hourglass torso, her eyes shone and sparkled with a humorous, sensual energy.

I was too dumbstruck to say a word, just staring with my jaw at the floor, stumbling behind my slightly red but still polite father. I had plucked and earbud out, but only nodded politely as she chit chatted with my dad, who was probably regretting getting recently remarried. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else; their conversation was a distant din. She was just the hottest woman I’d ever seen. Plain and simple. In film, movies, my dad’s playboys, anything. I couldn’t believe it.

(Beyond celebrity comparison, Marcy is her own woman- but perhaps if olivia wilde had lucy pinders body, and tanned, freckled skin- if you don’t know who those two are- google and thank me later)

She glanced at me and smiled, and I never forgot it.

She was so cool, too. That’s the thing. I had never thought women over 40 to be hot, at that naive point in my life, and never had I thought them to be so cool. She was animated, talked with her hands, cracked a couple jokes about how lame the town was, called my guns n roses t shirt “awesome” – and the best part-

She modeled how comfy the loveseat was by firstly striding to it with her plump, full ass in full tight yoga pant display- then turning to comically plop in it. This made her tits bounce up and down prominently- and her dazzling smile flashed right after just about made me faint.

A better advertisement than a super bowl ad, we bought the loveseat and hauled it back. I cherished the seconds. Heaving it out the back door, I caught sight of her massage therapist sign, and in the fine print below; “18 or older- have ID ready” and vowed, as she waved in the door, sexy; leaning against the frame – to go back once I was of age.

And I did. Thinking of her often, between girlfriends, always the fantasy that I could count on. More than that, she was motivation. I wanted to go back and impress her, and idk if this is simp as all hell but- i worked out and had a protein diet – for myriad reasons, but the one that always pushed me harder than all else was looking as good as possible for her. Seven years of swim team chiseled my 6’4 body, and a heavy routine prior to the appointment had me bulging in more areas than my crotch.

Every time I visited my dad, and drove past her office, I smiled, and counted the days.

From what I had gathered online, and much to my dismay- she was not a happy ending type of masseuse. She wasn’t on rubmaps, and her website and reviews all stressed either new age meditation relaxation or very medically worded physical therapy type stuff. She was also divorced with a daughter that had a couple years on me. This did not turn me off one bit. Opposite effect, really.

& Honestly, I was just over the moon to have her touch me in an intimate way. Rub me down in oil, cleavage I had dreamed about swaying in my face- heaven. Seeing her and getting to catch up, make her laugh, make her blush with a sauve compliment- hell, maybe even befriending this cool, hot ass chick- all would be a happy ending enough. (I could and would beat off about it endlessly later)

I had grown to be a horny bastard, but also one with a good heart. I would never impose anything, or engage in prostitution. Highest respect for all women, always. But the crush was real, and I would shoot my shot.

The thrill of hearing her voice over the phone, the energy soared straight to my tented briefs as we scheduled the appointment. Just replaying that memory of first seeing her got me rigid. I worked out like an actor cast to play a superhero those couple of days before hand, and made sure to wear sweatpants that made my dickprint look good.

And with no embellishment, I am a tall, lanky but still built, brown haired, green eyed dude who looks like a Walmart version of Cole Sprouse, but with a big ass dick. (8.75)

I made the road trip down south, and with a heart rate like a jack rabbit, knocked on the studio door.

She swung it open in the exact same manner as years before, only in the twilight of today her kimono and ponytailed hair gave her a mystical quality, that took my breath away faster than anticipated. She hadn’t aged a day. Hell, she looked even more slender and younger than before.

“Aquaeleven, right? You’re right on time, come on in, and give me your coat!”

She beamed, and I blushed and nodded, awkwardly shambling a peacoat off.

Her office was the living room of a house reconverted into a massage studio of excellent quality- beautiful, trippy tapestries lined the walls, a wooden privacy curtain dominated one corner, as electric constellations twirled on the ceiling and salt lamps glowed around the massaging table. We made small talk that I choked through while I filled out the forms, coughed up the ID, and paid cash (with a 50 dollar tip and a humble smile from my end that made her blush)

It was perfect, and her hand on the small of my back as she gestured to the table set me over the edge. The reality that this was happening- I had to sit down, abruptly. I must have looked visibly overwhelmed because she didn’t bring up recognizing me (if she did indeed) and she simply just put her hand on my shoulder and said words I will never forget in a smoky voice dripping with intent;

“Aquaeleven, you are about to feel amazing! So breathe and relax; get undressed, and ill grab some water for you before we begin”

She got up slowly, and I smiled and made no secret that I looked straight at her tits when she rose. She turned again to see my looking at her ass as she turned to the door, and her smile told me she appreciated the attention. I took my clothes off like they were aflame, and settled, chest down, beneath the silken sheets. The lights dimmed, and the door creaked. Soon smooth hands were caressing my body, as a peaceful candle filled the room. She had started at my feet, and I could not see her. Only hear her hum softly, which only made me impale the table all the more.

She brushed my hands, and I could feel no more kimono, but smooth fabric of shorts, I turned to look, and she caught my eye and smiled, tits jiggling noticably in the dim light, tandem with the slow kneading. “Is this okay?”

I laughed and turned back to the facehold- “this is literally the best moment of my life- okay doesn’t even scratch the surface”

She let loose a deep laugh, and leapt right to my ass, which made me moan, and shortly after, made her have a sharp intake of breath. She was gentle, sensual, tracing bare ass for a second. She then repositioned so her crotch was right in front of me. I swear she was thrusting more than one would need to as she got my shoulders and neck from that angle. Her hands were magic, and she erased pain with pleasure as she moved across my body.

My cock was throbbing, but I kept a polite, thankful disposition. I simply hoped the energies would connect. So when she whispered “turn over” and I had the confidence to put my fully erect big dick on display, unhindered by purple silk, a mountain on the table, and she did moan and gasp – I was ecstatic, but ever the professional, she worked around it, whispered a barely audible “don’t sweat it” and continued buisness as usual, if a bit more red than usual.

Disappointed but still so fine with it, I was so worked up I didn’t go down for the duration of the massage. Something we both were fully aware of.

After, she thanked me, and told me I would be a welcome client, anytime. The sexual tension was so strong, but the age gap and the professional nature kept it quelled.

As awesome as a massage from Marcy was, ever since covid- I haven’t gone two months without getting one, and I’m 22 now. Always the highlight of the month, she became the best staple and secret in my life. I was more professional about it all when I was in a certain long term relationship- but still saw her unbeknownst to my girlfriend. I always treated Marcy with the utmost respect, and we formed an incredible relationship over time.

She became a close friend, honestly. We had very similar viewpoints and tastes, and sometimes she would stop massaging and we would get lost talking, happily so. Music, politics, funny stories from the past, worries for the future. Mundane everyday things, major philosophical ideals. Anything was fair game, and to have that relationship with a goddess as she caresses you gingerly with baby oil in a candlelit room- yeah, I paid premium for that shit often. Especially as her frequent compliments filled my working out schedule, and made up for all my lack of female attention that had spared me my awkward, formative years. Because in addition to Marcy, my body count is only 3. I’m no casanova, which is what makes my massages with Marcy all the more special.

And for everytime she called me “handsome” or “love” I called her “beautiful” or ” gorgeous” twice. We would text and flirt outside of the appointments.

She would try to refuse my generous tips and I would tip her more for that. If I was lucky, this would get me a kiss on the cheek.

In the fall of 2019, it was at the point where we would hit her medical marijuana dab cart together and vibe, before the appointment. Catching up and laughing- then I would get undressed (for the most part- while she was still in the room watching, sometimes she would help unbutton) – and she would massage me.

All of me at full attention, throbbing and stretching the sheets- hand moving over her body, able to cup her ass. But still there was never the coveted break, the loss to lust, where we said fuck it and tore each others clothes off, and not wanting to jeopardize anything, I never pushed for anything. Just reacted to it in ways she was very much so a fan of.

But it was getting old, I needed more of her, and one session, lightning struck. She was seated behind me, caressing my cheeks, talking in that low, smoky sultry voice in a manner that turned the ends of my responses into moans as she glided and pressed softly along my shoulders and neck.

“Marcy” I spoke up from the face hold, interrupting her tale about her beach vacation. I was caught up in the moment so this isn’t exact but I said- “I want to one day make someone special feel as good as you make me feel- and this is so out of left field and feel free to tell me if it’s not okay- but I would pay triple if instead of you massaging me, I massage you. You show me how, teach me the trade”

She paused, and I was worried for a millisecond before she slapped my ass playfully. “Please, with how well you’ve tipped over the years- you don’t need to pay any extra. And I’m exhausted, we can start right now sensei! ”

She laughed, and met my surprised, dazed and elated gaze with a devilsih grin. She leaned against her dresser, and fuck she looked so sexy. Dressed all white today, dark hair in waves, framing her huge tits. My favorite cotton white shirt that she wore and sexy form fitting pants. Her cleavage looked especially big, and she heaved her chest up just ever so slightly when I looked her over.

Without thinking, I leapt up to her side in a mission to give her the table to lay on, only to realize that I had just jumped up in front of this woman stark nude, and fully torqued. I had even literally gestured to the table. My eyes widened in shock, I made to cover, double back for my boxers, but she reached out simply, and grabbed my cock by the shaft, using it as a handle to move me aside. I slammed a hand to the wall and stared her down in desire, making sure to twitch in her palm before she let go, moaning. She didn’t meet my eyes, and snapped off her pants and panties in one fluid motion, before tossing her top behind her head directly to my face. The humor both caught me off guard and brought me back down to earth.

I decided to be as forthright as ever, and I went to work on her body, paying homage with my movements to all the pleasure she had given me over the years. I poured into her, massaging her legs both roughly and gently, slathering oil and making sure to prod her with my rock hard cock often, while she squirmed into the table.

I replicated her movements, I knew her routine already, and didn’t need a teacher at all. I just wanted to touch her and make her wet. Which is exactly what I was doing. I crossed an item off the bucket list and kissed her along her shoulders. She moaned aloud “fuck yes, aqua eleven- fucking touch me”

I then proceeded to promptly probe her perfect pussy. The gravity not dawning of me, lust overriding. It should have been an out of body experience, but I felt so alive, I felt every sensation dialed to 11. A reserved part of my mind felt triumphant- my cock was harder than ever before, bigger than ever before. Finally, after literal years of teasing and dreaming, desire only growing – I was going to have my milf masseuse. Ultimate fantasy.

I hopped up on the table, and positioned myself over top of her, laying my big dick against her ass, which started grinding back as soon as she felt me. I kissed her neck, and then wildly, I was kissing her. Those mature, full lips came alive against mine with grace and power. I was slapping her ass with my cock, biting her lip, when she broke apart and begged “Fuck me!”

Say no more. I grunted and got back up on both arms behind her, slid my entire, waiting member into her perfect, wet pussy. Engulfed in the pleasure and the stretching, I found heaven and we shared moans of ecstasy. I pounded her from the back for sometime, before she flipped around and her perfect, doctored tits were perky mounds staring at me to suck on.

I massaged and groped and shoved my face between her perfect tits, moaning and drooling while my dick stuffed in and out, audibly actively fucking her squishing pussy. Pausing to behold them bounce, slapping them, sliding my cock out and spitting on it before fucking them while her perfect skilled hands pushed them up together for optimal cushion.

Staring into those knowing blue eyes while she jacked me off above her sweaty, heaving double ds, I moaned her name as I sprayed a tremendous load of hot, thick come across her tits and neck.

She cooed and wrapped her arms around my neck while I collapsed into her, not caring about the come. We kissed slowly, and steadily, until it was hungrily, and then I was hard again, and she was thrusting her pussy at me, and my cock was still covered in cum but I was back inside her again, and I didn’t care about lasting long I just fucked and moaned and bit her neck and thanked her and told her how sexy she was and how glad I was to have her in my life and then I was coming deep in her pussy, the kind of orgasm that ceases the world, and when I regained total memory and recollection I was draped in the silk sheet, she was hitting her pen- checking her newly red ass out in the mirror, and telling me that she was just texting her next appointment that she was gonna close early today.

I just laid back and took it all in.

Marcy and I had several more amazing sessions and one full on fuck at her place over the course of the winter till the pandemic really set in. If there’s interest, I’ll write up those as well. Thank you for reading my first erotica ever!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jbkyi3/mf_my_real_life_saga_with_the_incredible_sensual