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I’m 28, single mom.
Last week had been nonstop stress, so I booked a massage with a gift card.
The masseuse was Ethan tall, calm, with incredibly strong hands. I stripped down to just my thong and lay face down on the table.
He started professionally on my back and shoulders. But when he moved to my legs, things changed. His oiled hands glided up my calves, then my thighs. Every slow, deep stroke made my body heat up. When his thumbs pressed into my inner thighs, dangerously close to my pussy, I felt a rush of wetness soak my thong.
I tried to stay quiet, but my breathing was getting heavier. He asked softly if I was okay. I whispered “Yes…” but my voice cracked.
He kept working higher. The towel had slipped, but I didn’t pull it back. His fingers brushed right against the edge of my thong, pressing firmly into the sensitive skin where my thigh met my pussy. That was it.
A sudden, intense wave crashed over me. My clit throbbed hard against the soaked fabric as my pussy clench... continue reading
It was Amy’s birthday weekend. She had just turned 40. I was already a year ahead of her.
We’re typical millennial moms. We both look younger than our age, great skin, glowing hair. We were getting ready for her party at my house. We’re childhood friends and, as usual, had no problem changing in front of each other. Amy is tall and thin. Despite three children, she always bounced back to be skinny and toned. I’m not as lucky. I have a pooch. My breasts have always been saggy and have gone downhill since. That’s an area we have in common. Amy had small, perky tits before the kids, and they’d deflated to almost no breast tissue since.
I caught an updated peek as she slipped on her sundress and had me tie it for her. We were going out for a stereotypical girls’ night in Savannah, a two-hour drive. We packed up the bathroom, putting away the flat irons and makeup, headed downstairs, and said goodbye to my husband, who was staying home to watch both sets of kids.
Ryan, also a typical... continue reading