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When I first started seeing him, I would wear my granny panties, and always leave them on. I didn’t want him to think I was looking for anything other then a massage, but over the months I got more and more comfortable with him, and started to wear smaller and smaller underwear, until it was common for me to wear what amounts to nothing more then string.

This past spring, I started touching him through his pants. Nothing obvious, just a slight graze as he got close every now and again. I noticed that his pants got tighter and tighter and I loved it. I’m not as young as I used to be, and it’s nice to think I’ve still got it.

Last week when I went in for my weekly massage, I realized it was warmer then usual. Not hot, but just a few degrees warmer. As I got undressed, I decided that that was the day to start taking things to the next level, and I got completely naked and lay down on the table. When he came in, he put a towel over my bottom, as usual, and I told him I was warm, and would rather leave it off. He apologized for the heat as he pulled the towel off, and commented that it was a bit warm today. He asked if I would mind if he turned on the AC. I told him I would rather not feel the cold breeze as the room cooled off, but that I wouldn’t mind if he took off an article of clothing. When he asked if there was anything particular he should remove, I told him that as I was naked, perhaps he should be as well.

He laughed for a moment, as if testing to see if I was joking, then took off his shirt. He stood there, 15 years younger then me, shirtless, with a grin on his face as though asking if this was alright. I told him to keep going, and he kicked off his shoes, and removed his pants. I looked over at him standing there in his underwear, and decided that he must have been a swimmer in college. I told him to keep going, and he dropped his underwear.

His cock was beautiful, but a bit smaller then I imagined from the many times I had “accidentally” brushed against it. His balls were perfect, and he was hairless from the top of his chest, to his toes.

He stepped to the edge of the table and began massaging me. He started as he always did at my shoulders, and began to slowly move down my back. As he moved down, he also began to move farther out, and soon he was just brushing against my breasts.

I noticed that he was no longer just running a single finger over the edge as he had been doing for a few months now, but was massaging the full breast, or as much as he could while I was on my stomach. I also noticed that he was now standing in a manner that his dick was right next to my hand. I adjusted myself, and put it in my palm. I gently squeezed, and felt it get firm, and a bit longer. This was the dick I remembered. I had heard of growers, but this was my first time playing with one.

He let out a little moan, but continued the massage. As he moved down, I released his cock, and he continued.

When he got to my lower back, he didn’t stop as he usually would. Instead he continued down my ass, and well into the crack. This was exhilarating, and I spread my legs apart, letting him know that I was enjoying myself, and all but inviting him to keep going.

As he finished my first leg, all the way down to my toes, he began to make his way back up the other. As he got closer to to my thigh, I again spread my legs a little further apart, as though to invite him in. As he moved farther up, I could feel his fingers graze my taint, and electricity shot across my skin. I asked him if he could pause and work on that area a bit more.

He asked if I wanted him to get the oil, and I told him we would be fine. He slowly massaged my taint for a few seconds, and then asked if that was good. I asked him to move down just a little, and he slip his hands down to just above my vagina and kept rubbing.

I told him he was almost there, and to just keep going. He slid his finger down a bit more and began to play with with my lips. I again felt electricity run over my body, but again he had stopped just short of what I wanted. I decided that I would have to be a little more blunt, and I asked him if he could massage between my lips. He inserted a single finger into my dripping pussy, and began to finger fuck me like it was his job, which I suppose it was that day. I climaxed faster and harder then I had in years with my husband.

I stood up next to the table, and grabbed his cock, pulling him close to me. I reached down and pulled his finger that had just been inside me to my mouth, and sucked my juices off of it. It tasted so good, and I knew I wanted to taste more. I sat back down on the table, and lay down, bringing my legs up, and placing the on his shoulders.

He pulled me down so my hips were just at the edge of the table, and slid his now fully erect cock into me. We fell into a rhythm, and within moments I was having a second orgasm. He reached up to my chest and grabbed my breasts. He began to squeeze them, and then started to slap them together. It was a weirdly rhythmic sensation as he was clapping them together every time he thrust into me. I enjoyed it in an odd way that I can’t quite explain here, and I had yet another orgasm.

After this 3rd orgasm, he pulled out, and flipped me over. My feet now on the ground, I was bent over the table, and he dropped to his knees and began to lick between my legs. After a few seconds, he began to move up ever so slightly with each lick until he as kissing and licking my taint, and then my asshole.

He licked my asshole like most men licked my pussy, and I loved it. I loved how tabu it was, and how he seemed to like it. He began to probe my vagina with a finger, and I threw my left leg up on the table to give him all the access he could want. He slid 2 fingers in while he was using his tongue on my ass, and I again had an orgasm.

While I was still quivering, I stood up, turned around, and dropped to my knees. I put his cock in my mouth and began to suck my drying juices off of him. I sucked his dick as though it was a large fat straw, and I had not had a drink in days. I took him all the way down to his balls, and then used my tongue to lick them. I hadn’t put this much effort into a blowjob in a very long time, and I was not disappointed when he came in my mouth. I was careful to swallow every last drop, and I didn't stop sucking until he started to go limp.

It wanting to seem desperate, and knowing that I would be back next week, I put my dress on, leaving my panties and bra on the floor, and opened the door. I told him I wanted to schedule a home appointment for the following week, and for the foreseeable future, and walked out of the treatment room, and straight to my car.

When I got home, I dropped my dress on the kitchen floor, and grabbed told my husband he needed to be naked right away. He stripped down, and I sat him in a chair at the kitchen table and sat on his hard dick. While I bounced up and down on his dick, I told my him what had happened, and that he would have to clear out the following week for my massage time. He was surprised that it had taken me so long to seduce y masseuse and assured me that an at home massage would be fine from here on out. I felt him cum in me a few moments latter, and we both went up to shower.