Miss Jeanne and Something New
Miss Jeanne had something new for me every time. From hot stones to magnets to new scented oil, my sixty-year-old masseuse was always trying to relax my muscles in some new intricately enticing way or tickling my skin so I was alight with intense pleasure the half hour I was on her table. And though I appreciated the petite lady’s determined professionalism, with each new approach or toy she introduced, my masseuse ‘amped’ my arousal level up past any normal range. Seeing as I was lying with just a sheet covering my naked ass, this very skilled attractive older woman tickling, touching and kneading me to such perfect degrees, was it no wonder that many a Tuesday night I sped home to my condo, ripped off my clothes and jerked off wildly to the lasting effects of the Miss Jeanne’s attentions?
“I know I used a hand massager on you once, right?” the lady said as she pushed the sheet down my lower back just above the crack of my ass. I couldn’t help but press my pelvis into the table. If Miss Jeanne ever caught my movements or heard my sighs she never let on. I guess she just figured it was all part of a successful massage when a client wiggled and moaned.
“I’m not really a big fan of vibrators,” she continued. “I know how to use a vibrator, but you know I like to have my fingers free, my hands at the ready.”
“But I found these little things,” the lady continued as I suddenly realized she was not just making conversation.
“I mean, they were in a sex store,” Miss Jeanne snickered. “I bought three.”
Just what the hell was this sixty year-old woman doing in a sexy toyshop, I figured was a question I could ask at another time.
I tried to ease my breathing as I heard Miss Jeanne shift behind me. I tuned to look over my shoulder and saw the lady standing with her back to me at the single high shelf at the right corner of the room where she stored all her accoutrements.
“I love that they’re wireless,” she said as I lie back down and tried not to push my pelvis down again in the anticipation. “Kinda like a remote vibrator really.”
I heard the sound of low humming then.
“Tell me how this feels,” the lady over me said and suddenly I felt the lightest, shake and shimmer of Miss Jeanne’s right hand on my shoulder blade.
“Ah aha,” I said as the lady simply tickled three fingertips down to the center of my back. I could feel almost prickling, not stinging, not hot even, but a consistent vibrating trio of tips on my skin.
“That’s nice,” she said. “I don’t even have to touch you all that much. It’s like my finger tips are just dancing. I like these, I really like these.”
From what I could tell Miss Jeanne had put finger tip vibrators on.
“Oh Ja…Miss Jeanne,” I sighed.
Shit, there was no mistaking how aroused I was, why try to hide it?! I humped her table as she moved her right hand down my back.
“Wow this really does relax the muscles.”
One muscle wasn’t so relaxed, I wanted to scream, but I arched my back as the lady got right to where my sheet just covered the top of my ass.
“It’s really a nice low to medium variable,” she said spider-ing her fingers to the small of my back. I didn’t dare even guess where her other hand might be.
“Let’s see,” she said and ripped down the sheet covering my ass. She had the thing off me completely in one fluid motion, the cool scented air of the room hit me and I bucked then.
“Mmmm, I know I have never told you this,” and Miss Jeanne placed those three vibrating fingers tips dead center of my right ass cheek. “But you really do have a nice ass, Phillip.”
She pressed deep and my glut muscle released as I moaned and ground my hips for all I was worth.
“These really work good, huh?’ the lady said and lifted her hand off my complaint flesh as fast she as she had plopped it down, She went to my left cheek and knead, buzzed and vibrated me there.
“Mmmm hmmm,” the lady cooed above me. “I really do like the way this feels.”
I arched, I shucked, I moaned and quaked. I opened my legs, willing her to dip those tiny little buzzing minions between my thighs, maybe up under me, touching my balls or even…
“Ok, well I know these work good,” Miss Jeanne said, removed her hand and then pulled the sheet once more across my butt.
I fell to the table once again, felt the lady go to her shelf and prayed the massage was over so I could get home and jerk-off!
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