I played with Ann's naked belly by running my thick, erect cock up and down her pubic hair and running the uncircumcised tip up and down her engorged labial folds. Slowly her nymphae folded open and I nestled the sizable head of my cock between them and at the opening to her vagina. With anticipation Ann's already feverish breath quickened. The smooth skin of her belly moved rapidly up and down with each breath. Gosh, but she was beautiful.
At 56 years of age Ann had kept her body in great shape. And until this moment she had always been a very modest woman. Now I was admiring her totally nude 5'5" body laid out on my massage table with her legs open and ready to take me inside of her.
Her dark salt and pepper hair, cut short, framed her face which was smiling with the sensual pleasure that I had been giving her via massaging her body with my fingers and hands. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling with sexual anticipation. The skin on her face, her arms and her lower legs was tanned from exposure to the sun; she loved to work on her garden. This contrasted with her pale white unblemished skin everywhere else. Her skin was smooth and almost hairless, despite her naturally dark hair. Her breasts were small and conical and each breast was tipped with an areola of about an inch across and a rounded nipple that was sticking up with the excitement she was feeling at this moment. Each nipple was a darker, reddish brown color, similar to the darker color of her genitals. Her pubic hair was a triangle of dark, black curly hair that covered her belly below her navel and curled into her labial folds. Other than at the edges of where a swimsuit would expose her pubic hair, Ann didn't shave herself. She was that 30% of women who thought things should remain natural down there. She had shaved her legs and armpits, however, bowing to conventional practice; this added to the smooth look of her skin as I looked down on her and felt the soft silkiness of her legs against my naked muscular hips.
Conventional...that described Ann. She normally wore modest blouses and shorts when working outside. On only one occasion when it was horribly hot had she succumbed to wear a short t-shirt and no bra; I had admired the outline of her breasts as we had talked; so had many men passing by. This had been only a few weeks before. This was when I had seen her at the local community pool.
It was at the pool that I had struck up a conversation with her about what she did now that her children had grown and were out of the house, and it was just she and her husband. Being a masseuse and always looking for clients I asked if she ever gave herself the time to enjoy a massage. She never had. Never.
After several encounters at the pool and one accidental meeting in a local grocery store and later coffee bar where we found ourselves talking at length she finally acquiesced and expressed interest in letting me give her a massage. I knew she was interested because then the questions became very specific. Would she have to get naked in front of me? No, there would always be a strategic bath towel covering her and she could leave her panties on if she wanted to. The main focus of my massage was her back, her legs, and her neck and shoulders; that was why she needed to be topless. Would she have to take a shower? Yes, I asked all my clients to shower both before and, if I used oils, after. I gave massages at my home in a room set aside for this occupation and it had its own double-sized shower with shower heads in multiple locations and with multiple settings. I wanted my clients, male or female, to have a special experience when they visited me for a massage. Would there be anyone else there while she was getting her massage? I told Ann I tried to have clients not run into each other so they had privacy; some people were skittish about running into others they knew. But if she wanted someone to be there, that was OK with me. Also I could perform the massage at her home if she felt more comfortable. This had led to many sexual encounters because the women felt less inhibited in their own surroundings.
So this was the fifth session I was having with Ann. With some women I definitely knew they wanted a straight tension massage with no deep massage thrown in. But Ann was one of those women who at this point in their life wanted to explore more. I knew she would be amenable to what I referred to as a deep massage. My deep massage was a regular massage but with my massive cock slid deep inside a woman's vagina and massaging her from the inside. Most women would reach a climax with very little movement from my penis. At that point they wanted me to fuck them with that large, uncircumcised cock of mine. Some women would reach multiple orgasms and some women became so uncontrollably aroused that they would have a squirting orgasm. And many women would want me to ejaculate inside of them. I never knew what would transpire during each massage session. I just enjoyed women with all their beauty and all that passion once it was unlocked by my regular massage techniques and then by my deep massage techniques. It often ended with the two of us in my double-sized shower playing sexual games and cleaning each other off. Each of my clients left with a smile and a bounce in their step. That was my mission statement on my business cards: A smile on your face and a new bounce in your step.
Ann had quickly become comfortable with first leaving the towel off, and then baring her breasts when she turned over on her back, and then finally saying in our fourth session, "Oh what the heck. It's just a massage and I'm sure you've seen other women naked." With this statement she lifted her hips up, hooked her thumbs into her cotton panties and slipped them off. What greeted me was a thick, tangle of curly black hair in a triangle that curled over her labia and thoroughly hid her labia. During that session she started out with her legs together but as I worked her legs, her thighs and her hips she grew comfortable enough and soon parted her legs. By the end of our session my hands were moving freely up and down her thighs and brushing repeatedly against the thick pout of her twin labia. She even let my thumbs work those little pockets of tender skin between her labia and her thighs and in doing so my thumbs pushed against her labia and worked them back and forth. By the end of that session her nymphae, or inner labia, made an appearance through the thick curls of her pubic hair and so did the inch long shaft of her clitoral hood as her clit engorged. Her breathing also quickened.