Meeting a MILF Masseuse
Copyright© 2025 by Zak
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - I meet a Milf masseuse at the supermarket.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Analingus Massage Masturbation Spitting Big Breasts
Wendy led me upstairs and into her bathroom. There was a huge corner bath, and opposite was a huge shower. We were soon in the shower and washing the oil off each other.
She held her hand under the water for a few seconds and then slipped under the flow and pulled me in after her.
“Let’s get you nice and clean!” she purred. I stood there and let her wash me. She poured liquid soap onto a sponge and started to wash me. She started on my shoulders and worked her way down.
She had such soft hands; nothing was said as she went about her work. She dropped to her knees to wash me from the waist down.
Her face was so close to my cock that I could feel her breath wafting over my cocks exposed bell end.
Once she had done my front, she stood up and, spun me around and cleaned my back and down over my buttocks. Once she had done my legs, she used a hand shower to rinse the soap off me. Then she rinsed the sponge, poured more soap over it, and handed it to me.
I took my time to wash her; I took more time over her tits, her pussy, and her ass. Every time I tried to get sexual, she tutted and slapped my hand away. After a couple of times, I got the message and stuck to washing the oil off her.
Then, I used the hand shower to rinse her off, and she turned it off afterwards. She stepped out of the shower and returned with two huge bath towels. She handed it to me, and she didn’t need to tell me what to do.
I took my time drying her, making sure that every inch of her was dry. I made sure I didn’t try anything sexual, as she had made it clear I had to wait for that.
She put the towels in a washing basket. Then she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. She had great taste. It was nicely decorated; she had a huge bed and mirrored wardrobes.
She lay on the bed and patted the sheet next to her. I lay beside her, and we started to kiss. The kiss started as a soft, gentle kiss but soon moved into a passionate snog.
Our hands explored as she kissed. She was full of passion and need. My hand cupped one of her boobs, and I felt the nipples grow as I massaged it.
I dipped my head and started to kiss down the slopes of her boobs. I was soon licking and sucking her teats. As I worked my tongue and lips over her titties, Wendy was stroking the back of my head. She was purring like a cat as I sucked on her nipples, grazing my teeth over the sensitive nipples.
I pressed my face into her cleavage and rubbed her warm boobs over my cheeks. She had a fine pair of jugs, that was sure.
I was soon sucking in her firm boob flesh, feasting on it, savouring it.
Wendy really liked having her tits played with that was obvious. She was soon panting and letting out little moans and groans. I played with one, then the other, and then switched back.
All the time I was sucking on her boons, Wendy was stroking the back of my head. After what seemed like ages but was about ten minutes, she pushed me south.
I didn’t need a written invitation; I slid down and started to lap at the crease of her pussy. I soon had two fingers opening her up, and I was licking at the pink flesh. She was already wet, her excitement more than obvious.
The smell of her pussy was making me even more horny. I was soon French kissing her twat for all I was worth.
“Oh, fuck yes ... yes ... that feels so good!” Wendy growled.
I licked up her pussy and sucked in her clit. At the same time, I slid two digits into her pussy.