We were laying in bed laughing about the age difference. She was nearly 50 while I wasn’t even yet 25. She said I would soon get bored of her, but I was not having any of that type of discussion. It was purely sexual between us, and the more we did the more I wanted her.
I changed the subject and suggested we each bring up a fantasy to play out as we still had another day to spend alone at the cabin. Her fantasy involved masseuse role play. She said she always secretly wanted a male masseuse pleasure her, but that she had never experienced it.
I loved the idea and told her I’d run out to the store to buy some oil. We obviously didn’t have a massage table so she suggested we use one of the smaller beds in the guest bedroom. She took a bubble bath while I ran out to grab the oil and a couple other items from the store.
When I returned she was still in the tub and drinking wine. She told me she wanted me to really act like a professional masseuse, and she would act like an unassuming (but hopeful) client.