There is a man who is good at massages. He is a colleague at the company, and I occasionally get massages from him. He doesn't have children, but he is married and a very capable elite businessman. Everyone respected and relied on him, but recently, the management seemed to be bothered by his elite status and subjected him to power harassment, leading to his resignation. He used to give us older women shoulder and back massages during breaks. He is well-versed in martial arts and has worked at a chiropractic clinic, so even though he's an amateur, his massages are very skillful and just the right amount of pressure. Last month, I had the opportunity to have a meal with him when he was free. I said, "Since he left, work has become tough, and there's no one to massage me, so my whole body is stiff." He replied, "Shall I give you a massage now?" and came to my house. My son was at school, so we had plenty of time alone, and I ended up getting a full-body massage. I was wearing tight jeans and a thick top, which seemed to make it difficult for him, so I asked, "Should I change?" He laughed and said, "Sure, you can take them off, just kidding," so I immediately took off my top, leaving only a camisole, and unbuttoned my jeans, lowering the zipper. I said, "You can lower them as needed," and lay face down. Internally, he was exactly my type, so I was both adventurous and expectant as I got into my underwear. He said, "Older women are bold," and started massaging my shoulders, back, and waist slowly over the camisole. When he got to the lower body, he said, "Excuse me," and gently lowered my jeans to my knees, massaging my buttocks over my underwear. Then he moved to my legs and down to my toes, saying, "Okay, turn over," and gently turned me over, massaging my neck and chest area. He didn't touch my breasts, but lifted the camisole to massage my stomach and moved to my hip joints, massaging the base of my thighs. It was really painful there, but it felt so good that I said, "That area feels good." He said, "I'll focus on this area, but it's close to a dangerous spot, so stop me if I go too far." But my jeans were already down to my ankles, and I knew I was quite wet, and the massage felt so good that I was half-asleep. I said, "Do as you like," even though I'm a married woman with a husband and child. However, he was very gentlemanly, and after thoroughly massaging my hip joints, he slowly moved to my thighs, knees, and feet, saying, "Okay, all done," and took a deep breath. I was almost asleep, but without hesitation, I said, "Oh, already?" He asked, "Where are you tense?" I said, "Hip joints," and he said, "Massaging there more is..." and slowly moved his hand to my hip joints, massaging them. I could hear a lewd sound, "squelch," and felt embarrassed, but he said, "The middle seems tense too," and suddenly put his fingers inside my underwear, using his hand to bring me to climax with a gentle touch I had never experienced before. When it was over, he was drenched in sweat and looked tired, but of course, this is our secret. We decided to do it about once every two weeks, and today was the second time. As expected, he used his hand to bring me to climax, including my chest today. Next time, I want him to insert himself into me. He is truly wonderful and kind, and he is the idol of us older women.

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