Scroll down to “Things Heat Up” for a shorter experience, or see TL;DR at the end. If there’s enough positive reaction, I’ll write Part 2. This account is autobiographical.
My confessional tale begins with massage but eventually expands by the end of Part 2 to include happy endings, enthusiastic episodes of both cunnilingus and fellatio, breast worship, sexual enlightenment, and FWB discussions . . . It all starts with Pam, my masseuse.
The Backstory:
Pam is a 67 year old woman. She’s kind, direct, well read, and extremely health conscious. She’s blonde with an average figure – I’d estimate 34B breasts, a very slight belly, and a cute little ass. If you were to pass her on the street, you probably would think of her as someone’s mother or grandmother. Little would you know that, despite outward appearances, she was actually a smoldering sexual dynamo.
Until about 15 months ago, Pam worked at a higher end local massage studio near my home. She had spent most of her career in corporate finance after getting married in her mid-20’s. She and her ex-husband raised two sons.