Rubbed the right way...

Alas, no tales of hot sex with Soccer Mom to share. She and her two children left last week and are off on their annual vacay to explore America. Luckily they decided to head west and north this year before Hurricane Dolly paid the Texas coast a visit.

So what is a horny old guy to do when his main fuck buddy is gone? Well thank goodness for other lady friends. C called me out of the blue the other morning just to say hello (I haven't heard from her partner in crime M in quite awhile though.). In the course of our conversation she told me that she was taking a continuing education class from the local university...in massage therapy! I jokingly asked her if she needed a guinea pig for practice. In a nanosecond she said yes. So yesterday before I went to work, I stopped at C's house to let her practice on me. I do have a regular massage therapist, but I don't see her as often as I like. Nevertheless, I thought I'd see how well C was paying attention in class.

I walked into C's house and found a massage table in the middle of the living room. It seemed like she was taking this seriously. "Are you practicing for a new career?" I teased. "Shut up and get undressed," C replied.

She had the head cradle set up so I went ahead and stripped down completely and lay on the table on my stomach. She grabbed an unscented massage oil and went to work. I quickly discovered that C has strong hands. Hands that obviously have built-in knot detectors. She was finding every bad spot in my neck, back and shoulders. And she was doing almost as good a job as my regular massage therapist.

I lay there for a good half-hour while C kneaded and rubbed and generally had me feeling very good. And I certainly told her so. Her hands moved down my back and started working on my butt. Wouldn't you know it but her oily fingers started running a trail down the crack of my ass to my cock and balls. Light little teases that soon had me aroused.

"Would you like to turn over sir?" C asked. I didn't hesitate. As I turned over and lay on my back, C was greeted by my stiffening cock. She smiled. "Looks like something else needs a massage."

C took the bottle of massage oil and dribbled a little over the head of my cock. Then started jerking me off, slowly. Sometime during the course of the massage on my back, C had taken off her shorts and top. Now she only had on a pair of boy shorts.

Her hand job felt great but it got better when she bent down and took my cock in her mouth. So much for being relaxed. C alternated sucking and stroking. She was at the side of the table within reach of my right hand. She stood with her legs slightly apart, so I took my hand and slowly ran it up the inside of one thigh. C was sucking my cock and let out a low "mmmm" as I did that. The vibration felt really good on my dick. When I reached her panty-covered pussy she shifted her legs open a little more, and I ran a finger over the crotch of the boy shorts. C was already getting wet.

C stopped sucking my cock long enough for me to sit up on the side of the table and kiss her. As I kissed her my hands caressed her breasts, pinching the nipples. I let one hand move down over her stomach and slipped it inside the boy shorts, fingering her pussy. She let out another low moan.

"Now it's your turn for a massage," I told her. We changed positions and she lay on the table on her back. I took the massage oil and poured a little trail from between her breasts down to her belly button. Slowly I rubbed the oil into her skin, paying extra attention to her breasts and nipples. Every now and then I'd lean over and kiss her deeply.

I poured a little more oil on my hands and began to massage her legs. I started at her ankles and worked upward. When I'd get close to her pussy, I'd run my finger from bottom to top over the growing wet spot on her panties. Finally I had her lift her hips off the table so I could take them off.

C brought her hips back down and spread her legs. I climbed up on the table and got on my knees between her legs. I kissed my way up one leg and thigh, over the top of her pussy and back down the other thigh and leg. She was squirming, anxious for me to taste her.

No more teasing. I took my fingers to open up her outer lips and ran my tongue slowly up from the bottom to the top of her pussy. This brought a loud cry of pleasure from C. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it, letting my tongue flick back and forth then around and around. I continued to lick and suck while I slipped one finger inside of her, then a second...curling them up towards her g-spot. For the next few minutes it was lick, suck, finger fuck until she suddenly let out a shudder, a groan, and raised her hips off the table.

I lowered my body on top of hers and we kissed deeply as her breathing began to return to normal. I was still rock hard and the head of my cock was resting against her wet slit. "There's a condom over there on the coffee table," C said. I got up, went over the coffee table and opened up the package, putting the condom on. I moved back over to the table and stood on the side. I had C turn slightly towards me and put her legs over my shoulders. Slowly I pushed my cock inside of her. I held it there for a moment so we could both savor the feeling. Then I began to fuck C. Our eyes never left each others. I increased the pace and soon was pushing deeper and deeper into C. "Omigod, omigod, omigod," C kept saying. "Pull on my nipples...hard!" she told me. So I did. When I did it was like turning on a switch and she came once, and then again, filling her living room with her cries of pleasure. That sent me into overdrive, and I started fucking C hard and fast. She came once more, and then so did I.

As we caught our breath, I took C's legs off of my shoulders and she lay flat on the massage table. I leaned over and gave a long, soft kiss. "Did the massage help with your stress?" she asked.

"Stress? What stress?" I replied. We both laughed at that. C told me she had two more sessions before the class ended. I told her I'd be happy to have her show me what she'd learned.