“So tell me, how did you get my name?” asked Sergio while he was in the process of setting up his massage table.
“I got it from Donna Atkins, she says you come very highly recommended.”
“Well, I’ll thank Donna next time I see her,” Sergio replied smoothly, as he finished up snapping the last table leg into place.
“Now tell me, what kind of trouble are you experiencing?”
“Uh, it’s my back, mostly,” Sami Winthrop replied. “I have a lot of stiffness in the morning when I try to bend over.”
“Mmmm, I see,” he replied thoughtfully. “I’m pretty sure we can help you with that. If you would please disrobe and climb up on the table we can get started.”
Samantha knew that she would be removing her clothing, but when it finally came down to it, she couldn’t help but be a little bit embarrassed by it all. She shyly turned her back to Sergio and slipped out of her dress, panties and bra.
After she was safely on the table, Sergio covered her from the waist down and gently began manipulating the muscles in her shoulders. “You’re very tense here,” the young man said softly while kneading her deltoids. “I should think that with a couple of sessions a week we should be able to get you up back to snuff.”
The strong soothing hands felt wonderful on her body and, when Sergio squirted warm oil into the small of her back, she sighed happily. He worked in silence for the next ten minutes, the room quiet except for the soothing jazz coming out of his portable CD player.
The sounds of sex could be clearly heard through the thin walls of my college room. There was a squeaking bed, heavy breathing, then not long after a male groan, followed by silence.
Sarah looked at me quizzically. "Can they hear us when we do it?"
I was in my first month of college, and Sarah and I had hooked up pretty quickly. I was beginning to think it had been a mistake; she was a smart, good looking, but unexciting in bed. I was a horny freshman, and wanted to fuck half the girls in college in every possible combination.
"I guess so." I said. "She's never mentioned it, but we don't really talk."
My neighbor was Lucy, and probably number one on the list of girls in college I dreamt of fucking. She was blond, beautiful, with proud tits and perfect heart-shaped ass. Unfortunately she was also one of the many in college entitled from a privileged background. They all knew one another from Eastern society, and those like myself from nowhere special were almost beneath contempt. It had been quite a shock moving here, where socially I was nothing, from my small town where I was a popular athlete.
"Yeah those boarding school girls are incredibly stuck up", sighed Sarah. "I do hate them. Doesn't sound like they get much from those boarding school boys though, he hardly lasted a minute."
Lucy had a boyfriend, or at least I'd seen her several times in the passenger seat of a Porsche convertible. I didn't know who the dude was, but it didn't take much to guess he was senior in the business school. Probably preparing to go into banking, just like his father before him. I'd come to college to get away from my background, though I was finding it wasn't so easy. College was more stratified than high school, and unfortunately my level didn't include any of the really hot girls.
This all happened a few years ago while on a long weekend get away to Ft Lauderdale. We booked a beautiful ocean view room on the beach for a weekend of sun and fun. After checking in late that afternoon, I put on my swim trunks and told my wife I was heading to the pool. She said she wanted to freshen up and would meet me at the tiki bar. After a quick dip in the pool I went to the bar and ordered a couple of margarita's.
At least thirty minutes had past, so I started to walk back to our room when I noticed another tiki bar around the corner and my wife was sitting there talking to a gentleman. When I walked up she asked how my swim was and then introduced me to James, a good looking casually dressed black man from Jamaica. My wife is a real looker and I noticed how fresh and sexy she looked in her bright yellow loose fitting top and a short colorful summer wrap she bought just for this trip. It caught my and James eye at the same time when my wife gently leaned over to fix the strap on her sandal. Her right breast was completely exposed for us to view. When she sat back up I was about to reach out and pull her top back because the material was so loose and sheer she couldn't tell it remained open. For some reason I didn't and found it amusing watching her chatting away exposing herself, while watching James stealing looks at my wife's breast.
After a few margarita's I could tell we were all enjoying our conversation and the better view of my wife's tits as she hurls her arms around when she talks. All of a sudden she starts to get up to go to the ladies room and slips from her chair. As we reach out to catch her, she reaches to catch herself too, and her hand lands directly onto James crotch! She said Oh my God I'm so sorry with embarrassment and a flushed face... I walked her to the ladies room, she giggled and said she thought James had a hard on when she accidently touched it and was to embarrassed to go back. I said don't worry honey. He probably enjoyed it anyway. She looked at me funny when I told her he probably got excited stealing looks at your tits through your lovely loose top.. She said does my breast show. I said every time you lean over or move your arms around they spill out a bit. She apologized to me and said she wasn't trying to tease him and wouldn't let that happen again. In fact she was about to go up and change tops when-----
“You look so sexy you fucking slut, open that horny, old cunt for me, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, you dirty, slutty old whore.”
“Oh, Josh, I want to be your mature slut fuck, tell me I’m your whore. Tell me how you want your big, hard cock in my wet cunt, tell me, tell me how you’re going to fuck me, Josh, I want your young cock to fill me full of cum.”
This was a side of Gail that I had never seen. How long had their relationship been going on? She obviously loved to play the old slut to his young stud. I was both shocked and incredibly turned on by this display and I released my cock from the confines of my pants. My erection was incredibly hard and I stoked it slowly.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, you horny slag and show me your ass,” Josh said as he removed his shirt.
“Yes, I will, I will but show me your cock first, I want to see it.”
“You’ll see it and you’ll feel it in your mouth and old pussy. I’m going to fuck you and you’re not going to want me to stop, now turn around like I told you to you dirty slut.”
“Yes, Josh, I will, just fuck me like the whore I am,” and she turned and presented her ass to him.
Josh walked over to Gail and roughly mauled her ass then gave her two hard spanks on each cheek and said, “When I tell you to do something, you do it! You’ll see my cock when I’m good and ready. From now on you call me sir, is that clear you cheap, slutty whore?” and he spanked her again.
“Oh yes, Sir, I’m sorry, I just love your cock inside me so much and I need it bad, I sorry, Sir.”
He didn’t respond, he spread her pussy lips and asked, “How many times has this old cunt had a cock it? He rammed two fingers in and finger-fucked her with force.”
I folded the newspaper and laid it on the table, all bad news I thought as I drained the last half-inch of coffee from my mug. Gail was at the sink washing the breakfast dishes. I never tired of looking at my wife; it was always a good sight, particularly the way she was dressed now, in shorts and a t-shirt. I gazed at her shapely legs and lovely ass and felt a twinge in my loins. She had splashed some water onto her shirt and I could see the profile her large, left breast and hard nipple against the wetness.
I stood up, grabbed my mug and dropped it into the sink and gave Gail a kiss on the neck. She smiled and flicked a blob of soap suds onto my nose as I picked up the tea towel. As I dried the few items and placed them aside I was becoming very sexually aroused. Gail had always had this effect on me and now, after 35 years of marriage, I wanted her as much as ever, even though I had to find out something, somehow. I threw down the towel and went behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my erection against her shorts.
“I want you, Mrs. Banner,” I whispered in her ear and moved my hands to her breasts.
“Oh, Mr. Banner, you are naughty, you will have to take me upstairs,” she cooed back in a sexy voice.
“No, I’m going to take you right here,” I said determinedly.
“What about Molly and Bill? They could see us through the window.”
“I don’t care, I want you here and here is where I will have you and besides, they’re on vacation.”
“Oh, I completely forgot, what about Josh?
“I don’t care if Josh sees, I’m going to take you here,” I said and unzipped her shorts, pulled them down and fondled her perfect bottom. She spread her legs allowing me easy access to her pussy and my fingers slipped easily inside then onto. My pants came off quickly and pulled her back away from the sink a little and as she bent over, her breasts became submerged in the soapy water. I rubbed my strong erection over her ass then entered her pussy. I moved back and forth at an easy pace, wanting it to last. Over the years I had learned to prolong sex although it had never been easy for me.
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