A couple of weeks ago I signed up for an adult education class that teaches the art of sensual massage. The class is a study into massage techniques guaranteed to provide pleasure for your partner. The first class was a lecture on the finer aspects of massage. Future classes promised some hands-on experience.
This past week was uneventful while I waited for Thursday to roll around and my chance to go to the second session. The time finally came for me to head over to parks and rec. I arrived a little early and took my place at the same desk I occupied last week. It's funny how we become creatures of habit. The single man and single woman were already in their same seats, as was one of the couples. The other single lady walked through the door and took her seat right next to me. We smiled and said hello to each other.
Wow, why did I not pay attention to her last week? She is beautiful. Her bright smile and high cheekbones are framed by her lovely auburn hair done up in a bun. She is wearing a very seductive shade of red lipstick. I held out my hand and introduced myself. She shook my hand and said her name is Jane. I was about to say something when our blonde bombshell instructor walked in carrying another stack of handouts. Anna proceeded to get the class started right away, even though a few people hadn't arrived.
Anna informed us that the other people decided not to continue with the course for one reason or another. Only six of us remained; the one couple, the two other single people, Jane and me. Tonight's discussions continued on the subject of the environment, websites that focus on sensual massage and places to buy massage products.
Anna talked about the different types of oils and lotions. She provided many samples and explained their specific use. She also passed out a small bottle of lotion to each one of us. Once again the 90 minutes flew by. Before we adjourned Anna told us to bring towels to the next session because we were going to do some hands-on training. She also told us to remember what our mothers always told us; be sure to always wear clean underwear.
My classmate, Jane, asked if I would partner up with her next week. I didn't have to be asked twice. I immediately answered yes. She was about ready to leave when I took a chance and asked her if she would like to get a cup of coffee. Jane accepted my offer.
We walked over to the coffee shop across the street from the parks and rec buildings. We shared information about our lives, likes and dislikes and what makes us laugh. It was a wonderful time together. I learned that Jane teaches third grade; is 37 and never been married. A fellow teacher challenged her to do something outside of her comfort level so she chose this class on a dare. I should send many thanks to her fellow teacher. We departed around 10:30 after talking for nearly two hours. Jane needed to rise early for school the next day.
She was planning to spend the weekend with her teacher friend and they were going to make it a girl's weekend. We agreed that we would look forward to next Thursday and see what develops. Jane gave me a kiss on the cheek before we left and went our separate ways.
As I drove home, I could not get the thought of next week with Jane out of my mind. Even at home I continued to obsess over Jane. Whenever I get in this kind of mood, I do the only thing I know that will clear my mind. I grabbed my laptop and clicked on my favorite website. The screen filled with images of Double-D babes being massaged by studs with nine inch cocks. I found my favorite model and started her video. It seems as though all of these videos begin in the shower. I sat back in my recliner and began to fantasize. Before long, I undid my belt buckle, unzipped my jeans and had my hand wrapped around my seven inch shaft.
I pumped my cock as I watched the lady get her big boobs massaged. I am always prepared when I watch porn. A towel and the sample bottle of lotion from Anna were at my side. I grabbed the bottle and poured some of the lotion into my palm. I wrapped my hand around my cock and greased up my shaft. The massage oil has a lemon scent and warms to the touch.
It feels so good to stroke myself as I watch videos. I squeezed down on my seven inches as I moved my hand up and down. My glans throbbed with my touch. The crimson head was dripping pre-cum. As the scene heated up I stroked faster. I twisted my hand as I pumped up and down. I felt my climax build and was seconds from orgasm. When the stud fucking my lady pulled out and shot his load all over her tits, I exploded and shot my cum six inches into the air. I shut my eyes and curled my toes as the climax flowed through my body. Three healthy ropes of jism erupted from my cock covering my fingers, shaft and balls.
I slumped back into my recliner fully satisfied. My breathing slowed as I completely relaxed in my chair. I cleaned my hand, wrapped the towel around my deflated cock and dozed. A few hours later I awoke and managed to make my way to bed until morning.
Chapter 2:
I have a whole week to go before the next sensual massage class and next hook up with Jane. I neglected to get her phone number last night at the coffee shop. Perhaps it's best to go slow with her.
Since it's the holiday season, my friend Laura is putting in long hours at the drug store and not available for our love connection this week. My other friend, Gloria, the lady with the wonderfully hairy pussy, is out of town. What to do, what to do. Well my other girl is Sandy, who happens to live in the same apartment complex. She is a 68 year old widow whom I befriended about nine months ago. Sandy was returning from the market with her hands filled with groceries. She was struggling to get up the stairs, so I jumped in and lent her hand. She gave me her key to open the door. While she took her bags to the kitchen, I ran back to her car and grabbed the last two sacks.
Sandy invited me to stay and offered me a cup of coffee. What was supposed to be a ten minute chat turned into a three hour visit. She lost her husband several years ago and has been on her own since then. Sandy shared many memories of her past and was just as interested in my life. We became instant friends. Over the months we have grown closer. It became physical four months ago when Sandy was lamenting her lack of intimacy and held little hope for the future. She still felt young and still enjoyed orgasms; they just seemed less satisfying since most were induced by her vibrator. Sandy shared very intimate information with me. She told me it just felt good to open up to a man again. I let her know I thought she was crazy sexy and admitted that I spied on her a few times when she was sunning at the apartment's pool. I said I thought her body could match any 30 year old any day of the week. She said I was full of shit but thanked me anyway.
Sandy wanted to know what I was thinking when I saw her at the pool. I said I wished she had gone topless because her boobs looked really big and I love big boobs. That made her laugh and then she got serious.
"So, would you really like to see my breasts? They are big, but they sag more than I care for."
