One morning, as we were calculating the revenues for the night, she felt stiff between the shoulders. I asked her if she often had these kinds of pains.
“No,” she replied. “They started a short while after I started only driving. I don’t get to lay down anymore during work hours.”
“No, ill intent, but would you like me to rub your back?” I asked.
“Would the back and the neck be too much?” she asked
“I’ll do your complete skull if you get my drift.”
She just nodded. We went to the bedroom, and I sat at the head of the bed, motioning her back onto me. I started on the top of her head. From the front to the temples, around her ears, then to the lower part, finishing at the neck.
The message that changed my sexuality.
Sonia just nodded. Still fully clothed, we went to the bedroom, and I sat at the head of the bed, motioning her to sit between my legs, resting her back on me. I started on the top of her head, rubbing her skull from front to back, from her temples, around her ears, and then to the lower part, finishing at her neck.
I worked slowly, and as I did, I could feel my obsession rising. Now, I’m a very sexual person. My obsession with sex started when I was eight and is still strong today. Surprisingly, I only intended to relieve her tension when I began the massage. So, when my sex drive kicked in, I knew I had to fight it. She had once confessed to being raped by a police detective when she was underage, and since we were in a friendly interaction, being business partners and all, I didn’t want her to feel I was doing this to have sex with her. For the first time, I pushed aside my dark nature. I was proud of myself.
Despite our age difference, we considered ourselves friends, and I was pacing myself to the point that I drifted back to memories of things that were and things that could have been. I didn’t want to wreck our friendship and our business along with it.
I was navigating between the past and the present when I saw in my mind’s eye my ex-wife, Michelle, going down on me. I remember being dumbfounded when she turned around to present her crotch to my face. She told me to lick her clit and her vagina with my tongue. At that time, the thought of eating a woman’s pussy was repulsive. I was sickened at the idea. But she insisted, and I finally relented, deciding to try it since she was giving me so much pleasure.
I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked the clit protruding from the top of her slit, risking entering between the lips of her cunt. To my surprise, it tasted good, so much so I couldn’t stop swiping it up and down, drinking the juices that my dexterous tongue produced. My dick had never been so hard. I learned fast about what to do. Not because I was bright but more because I loved the flavor. I was shaking, my stomach was churning, and my sperm exploded in her mouth as her hips rose and dropped. She spat it out, laughing, apologizing for not swallowing it all because of the size of my load, although it tasted good. From that moment, I rarely had sex without practicing the exhilarating sixty-nine.
I noticed Sonia’s eyes were closed. I thought she was sleeping. I softly pushed my finger into her ear. She practically jumped out of her skin, jerking her head away. I asked if she had fallen asleep. She said she was relaxing, enjoying what I was doing to her. I offered to do her back and arms if she wanted. I was dumbfounded that, somehow, my selfishness had disappeared. My satisfaction was no longer as important as my need to concentrate on relieving Sonia’s stress.
Suddenly, getting my rocks off was not as important as using a girl to satisfy my needs. At that moment, I realized I had been off track for so long.
To my surprise, she stripped off all her clothes, telling me I could massage her whole body if I desired and if it wasn’t too much for me. Looking at her, I realized that she was in perfect shape. Beautiful face, eyes the bluest I had ever seen, lips begging to be kissed. Perky breasts adorned with puffy nipples, flat and firm stomach. I was admiring her pussy, when she surprised me by opening her legs to give me a better look. Her labia parted to expose the entrance to her pink love tunnel slightly.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Are you trying to induce me?”
“I sure am,” she replied. “I’ve been wanting to do this for some time. I thought you would never come around. Do you know I haven’t had sex since we joined our services?” she exclaimed.
“What? I’m an old man to you. You could find a younger lad more attractive than this old snook.”
“Maybe,” she replied, “but not as gentlemanly as you.”
On that, she turned on her stomach, offering me her backside to massage to relieve the day’s stress.
With my wang as hard as I had ever experienced, I started at her shoulder, working my way down. When I reached her ass, I asked: “Do you mind if I also do your butt?”
“Do what pleases you; I’m sure I’ll enjoy it; in fact, I need more than you,” she replied.
“So, you want me to let loose on my desires with your body? Be careful; I might steal your soul.”
“Please do. I never had sex with a man going this far. Maybe you didn’t realize it, but you’ve had it since we joined forces.”
I mauled those tantalizing globes to my heart’s content. I was sometimes running my middle finger between the cheeks, grazing her butthole.
“Umm, yes, do that again and again. That feels good. Not only my soul but my whole being is yours to enjoy. Please do what you want to me. I’m yours to use as you please. I know you will never hurt me. After all, I see you as the perfect gentleman and lover. We were meant to be together for a long time. Today is only the first of many to follow.”
I kept going down, doing her legs and feet. “Turn around; I won’t stop until I massage and admire every part of you.”
Starting with her shoulders, where I lingered for a short while, looking at her tits and giggling as I did. I couldn’t resist letting my hands go down to envelop the firm and soft spheres, not touching the nipples, allowing her to yearn for my fingers and tongue to caress them.
After a long while teasing her nipples and erogenous aureolas, I sucked them in my mouth, twirling my tongue alternatively on one, then the other, back and forth.
After a while, I took care of her stomach, slightly touching her mound of venus, running my finger in the hair on top of her pussy, not yet slipping further down. I wanted her to beg me to take care of her clit, and the walls of her vagina. I knew she would not last long when I would. Secretions were leaking profusely. When I finally did, she jumped, and her hips kept rising and dropping. I didn’t even have to move my finger. She was rubbing herself on it. Everyone in life is looking for a way of getting the libido satisfied, to experience the pleasure of coming. And that she did in a scream that could have awakened the dead. I mean, after all, sex is an end to the means.
Kneeling beside her, I moved to her upper thighs, down her knees and ankles, making sure to work every part of her legs. When I reached her feet, I lingered around her ankle. I knew what to massage next. Just in front of the heel, a spot exists that, when appropriately rubbed, relaxes the whole body. It doesn’t do anything for the person caressing that spot, but it awakens the person receiving that special rubbing to revive her entire body’s need to be touched. After having said this, here is a challenge for the reader.