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Introduction:

Part 1 explains the premise behind these different parts.

I had mixed emotions on the drive home after meeting the author of so many intimate stories that was, in part, based upon myself and my sensuality. Here I am, married, and I'm having active fantasies about an older man who is turning me into jelly. Who I let touch me so intimately just a few short minutes ago. Who I want to release the whirlwind of sexual appetite that I have.

Somehow I arrive home without incident or accident, unless you count the drenched panties I have on. Taking a few moments to collect myself I enter my humble abode and a return of my daily life. But instead, I rush to my computer and check for an e-mail I'm hoping is there. And it is. It read:

"Hi,

I hope you made it home okay and thank you so much for meeting today. I hope the liberties I've taken was okay. You seemed to show interest in being led overall and with stories in topics like this and would love to show you how a sensual massage would really make you feel sexy, especially if I were to verbally tell you a story at the same time. And, as I have shared before, I would just enjoy hoping you realize your sensual self as I can. When you have a moment just let me know what path you'd like the next story or another piece of information to base a story on and I'll write up something lickety-split."

I couldn't think at the moment and really needed to digest everything. It took about a week before I responded, "I'd like you to write about our next meeting. How would it go and what would happen."

"Great," came back his response, "I'll get right on it."

A day later I got a response that was inspired. It detailed a sensual massage he was giving me, including my own release through his skilled fingers. He also added that this time he would please me but next time/story I would finish myself in front of him. Gawd, I wanted to be touched right then and there.

His story mentioned him traveling back to my area the next weekend as part of the plot. So when I recovered from my own self-induced orgasm I wrote back asking him if he was actually coming into town on Sunday.

"Yes, but only for the night before I head up to work and stay in Central NJ. Are you interested in getting a massage for real????" came the response a few minutes later. I reflected or imagined he took the time to consider even sending the e-mail suggesting meeting again as it didn't come as quickly as other responses.

"Perhaps, it's tempting." I responded.

"That'd be great, but I understand if you don't. I just need to know by Saturday so I can book at the right hotel rather than in NJ. Otherwise I'll write another story when I get into town next week."

A few days passed as well as a few mild orgasms from stealing moments in front of his previous stories. I was going to pass and not respond until I found out my husband wound up wanting to do something with neighbors that didn't quite interest me and begged out to go shopping. So I quickly jumped on my e-mail and sent a message to Ken, "What hotel should I meet you at."

"Doubletree at the Philadelphia Airport. I can get an early check-in before I fly out and get a room number and time at which I'll be refreshed from my trip. :)."

For two long days I didn't read any stories, which helped keep my hands of myself. I remembered in his story I was wearing this blue dress and no underwear. I had the dress but wasn't secure enough to leave commando style so I wore a light blue panties and blue camisole to allow me ....okay him....some freedom. I also like the way it feels as I walk an my naturally perky breasts would sway against the soft fabric.

I drove out to the hotel and was early so I relaxed a bit in my car just letting the feeling of the heater blow slightly into and through my dress giving me some additional sensual thoughts. I was going to do this. I was going to let an almost virtual stranger touch my body. I started over thinking it. I've had massages before I thought. It's just going further, perhaps this was a bit more than I had anticipated when I first started reading his stories but it wasn't like I was going to let him fuck me. Or would I....Get that thought out of your head. It's just a massage. And orgasm.....What time is it....?

It was time.

I nervously entered the hotel and felt like the few people there just had to know why I was there. But, obviously they didn't. I even smiled as I saw one very attractive lady dressed to kill walking by. She wasn't going to get the experience I was about to get. And I loved it.

I got to his room and knocked meekly. No answer. I started to knock again and as I reached for the door it swung open and there he was. The room was dimly lit with a bit of music coming from somewhere. He led me in. He was wearing an athletic t-shirt and shorts. I've never seen him like this and noticed he had nice, solid legs and gorgeous muscular calves. He closed the door and led me to the bed which was stripped down to the sheet with pillows on the right side about a foot from the edge and end of the bed. Some light, classical type music was playing on the small clock radio. And there was some lotion by the pillow along with a small towel.

"You look lovely. Would you care to get more comfortable?" He asked. I just nodded. "Just stand there and I'll help."

He reached his hands down and touched my exposed legs below the hemline of my dress and brought them up my legs on the outside until they reached the top of my panties, put a finger inside the band on both sides and shimmied them down slowly to my feet and helped me step out of them along with my shoes. He then traced back up both sides of my body slowly and came to my camisole and slowly caressed between that and my dress, feeling me up a bit and asking for help to remove the dress but leave the camisole on. Then he asked me to lie face down across the bed with my head on the pillow, which I did. This left me with very little of my modesty left as I felt like my ass was presented to him and he could see and touch my most sensitive parts. But that's why I was there...

He rubbed his hands a bit to warm them and then opened up the lotion and continued to warm the lotion before applying one hand on each calf and slowly massaging them lightly then building up into a gentle kneading. Then he worked on one calf and lower leg with a rocking and kneading motion that was a firm but with tenderness and warmth. A little more lotion was applied and then he applied the same technique to my hamstrings, rotating lotion on each then working the middle of one before switching to the other.

He shifted from the side and applied more lotion and applied it to my lower back then, with long, firm strokes, pressed forward from the right side down my back, over my right check and down my leg to the crook of my knee, then switching legs. I somewhat expected him to stop and mingle between my ass cheeks but he acted like this was just a massage and my ass just needed the work. After a few minutes of this I felt him spin around, and with more lotion, use a similar technique under my camisole and warm my back and shoulders with long, luxurious strokes. More firmer than with my legs I started to feel weak and releasing the tension that had built up. I almost forgot I was naked below the waist and and could easily be manipulated as his sensual toy at his whim. That just wasn't the case....yet.

The long strokes on my back became more tender but remaining firm. Almost starting to put me into a sleepy trance. But then he stopped. Where was he.

Not to worry, he just applied some additional lotion to work my right arm from the shoulder down to my fingers then my palm. I was in heaven. After a thorough job on that arm he climbed onto the bed and started with the left arm. He wasn't really touching me more but I felt his presence and hot body gently warming my side as he worked my left arm. Then he quickly spun around on the bed and started deep pressure on my lower back towards my ass. Not painful pressure but I could feel myself being pushed into the bed which seemed to enhance the stoking of my back and ass. I felt some movement and I was surprised he was on top of me. Not heavy, but definitely astride of me facing my feet. His hands continued massaging my lower back and ass checks, both at the same time. Very strong pressing and warm hands. I knew I had to be just starting to drip with my own lubricant. Then he just worked both checks firmly, pushing and pulling. I could feel my cheeks spreading apart at times and pushed together at other times. I had nothing to hide anymore. My most intimate spot was exposed. And I knew he had to be staring right at it. I started to moan. With that I felt a single finger trace it's way from the upper part of my ass, into it's crack and slowly down to my puckered hole. With light pressing his finger explored the surrounding skin eliciting a cooing sound from me. But he did not insert a finger. Instead, he slowly circled my bud applying pressure but not opening it. I was starting to pant. Then he stopped.

He moved off me and leaned in from my feet, pressing my feet firmly against both sides of his aching and throbbing cock. I wanted to move my feet to rub it but he had already started to massage my ass again from this angle. More firm and determine, these strokes were pushing the envelop on how far my cheeks could spread comfortably but then I realized he was just "inadvertently" exposing my mound. I knew he could see it. I wanted it to be wet but could only imagine the view. I wondered what it would feel like being touched there by him. I didn't have to wait long. Two fingers found the folds of my pussy and traced them from top to bottom. It was a tight fit with my legs as they were. Almost as if he could read my mind, I found my legs parted and he continued to lightly touch my pussy and inner thighs, alternating attentions. At times I could feel his fingers wet with my juices trying to find the source of the wetness, I started pushing back as best that I could but he was having none of that. The third or fourth time I tried he pulled back and said, in a voice that startled me, "Okay, time to roll on your back."

With all pretense of shyness gone I tried my best to jump and roll over at the same time but my body didn't move much. I was so ready to cum that I wasn't in a very good place to move. But I managed. As I completed this action Ken was massaging his hands with more lotion then smiled at me. Still clothed he reached up my camisole which was only barely covering my natural breasts and started lovingly massing them. That was awesome. I was really enjoying this an my chest, which is not that heavy, seemed to swell as he applied his warm hands to my breasts. With this we started telling me how lovely I looked and started talking to me like I was part of a story. He was telling me how I felt to him and how his writing could not adequately describe how I felt to him. He was not into huge breasts and he reported that mine looked and felt perfect and couldn't wait to describe them better in his future stories.

Then he led me on a story of how well he was going to massage my pussy....how he loved my little tuft of hair and how sometime he may have to taste me directly but today this was simply my time to enjoy his fingers. He crawled onto the bed next to me but still not crowding me and gently stroked my stomach and inner thighs. While telling me how hot I was to the touch and how wet I looked he inched his caresses closer to my sex. Closer and closer but he wasn't touching it. He was mind-fucking me on how great I felt but I wanted to feel it. I looked directly in his eyes and barely uttered the word, "Please..."

I had to wait no longer. His first two finger pressed into my folds and around my opening while his thumb searched and found my clit. "Ohhhhhhhhh" was the only thing I could say. He started telling me how wet I was now and how he wanted to see and hear me cum on his fingers. He alternated strokes around my lips and eventually started pumping two then three fingers into my juicy pussy. I was so wet I could hear squishing noises and didn't care. I hoped to put a wet spot so large on the bed he would have to explain it to the maid in the morning.

He cupped his fingers inside me and I started riding them. He knew I needed a cum and needed it bad. He was trying to find a g-spot while pumping hard and deep into me. He moved off me be only for a moment. He was now firmly between my legs, which were spread as wide as I could get them. He cupped his four fingers together and started using them like a dildo and pumped in and out of me. He was getting deeper and deeper into me. I could feel myself aching for release. I was riding him harder than ever. Before I knew what happened next, I felt a warm, wet sensation on my clit while his fingers were pushing hard into my slit.

It was his tongue. Before I could think of anything else, even how good it felt, all hell broke loose. My body convulsed hard, arching my back and pushing hard against his fingers that they almost completely entered me. I felt a few flicks of his tongue. I don't know if I can describe what happened next but I started shaking and fucking his hand and face hard. I had no control over my body or language. I was loud and loving it. I was cumming and had no idea why this was so intense. It rocked. It felt like minutes but I have no idea how long but I was a crumbled mess of sexual pleasure. My camisole was only partially on me and barely half of me was on the bed. And it wasn't stopping. I trembled much like aftershocks after a big earthquake. I almost cried. I felt relief I hadn't felt in sometime or unsure if I've ever felt this. And in front of a virtual stranger.

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