There is a man who is good at massages.
He is a colleague at work and occasionally gives me massages.
He doesn't have children but is married and is 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 shoulder and back massages to us older women during breaks.
He is well-versed in martial arts and has worked at a chiropractic clinic, so although he's an amateur, his massages are very skillful and just the right amount of pressure.
Last month, when he had some free time, we had the opportunity to have a meal together.
"Since he left, work has become tough, and there's no one to give me massages, so my whole body is stiff," I said.
He replied, "Shall I give you a massage now?"
He came over to my house.
My son was at school, so we had plenty of time alone, and I decided to have a full-body massage. I was wearing tight jeans and a thick top, which seemed to make it difficult for him.
"Shall I change?" I asked.
He laughed and said, "Sure, you can take them off, just kidding."
So, I took off my top and was left in a camisole, unbuttoned my jeans, and unzipped them.
"You can lower them as needed," I said and lay face down.
He was 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 through the camisole.
When he got to my lower body, he said, "Excuse me," and gently pulled my jeans down to my knees, massaging my buttocks through my underwear.
He then 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 my camisole to massage my stomach and moved to my hip joints, massaging the base of my thighs, which felt really good.
"That feels good," I said.
He replied, "I'll focus on this area, but if my hands go too far, stop me."
My jeans were already down to my ankles, and I was aware that I was quite wet, but the massage felt so good that I was half-asleep.
"Do as you like," I said, even though I was a married woman with a husband and child.
He was very gentlemanly, massaging my hip joints thoroughly, then slowly moving to my thighs, knees, and feet, saying, "All done," and taking a deep breath.
I was almost asleep, but without hesitation, I said, "Oh, already?"
He asked, "Where are you tense?"
"Hip joints," I replied.
He said, "Massaging there more is..." and slowly moved his hands 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 slipped his fingers inside my underwear, pleasuring me gently.
His touch was unlike anything I'd experienced, and I climaxed just from his hand.
Afterward, he was sweaty and looked tired, but of course, this was our secret.
We decided to do this every two weeks, and today was the second time. He also pleasured my chest along with my lower body.
Next time, I want him to enter me.
He is truly wonderful and kind, and he is the idol of us older women.
