1. Breathless


    Date: 11/15/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Mature, Author: scphen, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    herself. We've entered a small, low-lit room, painted a soothing dark green. On the walls are various prints of Asian art and calligraphy (Japanese, I think, though not entirely sure), and a single, full-length mirror. A muted globe light hangs above the dark, faux-leather massage table, covered with a thick, white towel. To one side is a small, bamboo table with several bottles on top and towels on the shelf below. The patchouli aroma and muted music permeate here, as well. "Mrs. Miller, if you'd like to get comfortable, I'll be outside. You may keep your bra and panties on if you prefer, though I recommend taking them off because even though I'll be as careful as possible, I might get some massage oil on them. Then lay face-down on the table and let me know when you're ready. Okay?" "Jennifer, it really isn't necessary for you to leave; I'm going to take all my underwear off, so you're going to see me naked, I'm sure." I laugh, then say, "Do people really make you go through all that trouble? And not get out of their underwear?" She giggled and said, "Yep, I'm afraid so." "Well, that's silly!" So saying, I kick off my sandals, unbutton my blouse, and shrug it off; Jennifer takes it and hangs it on a hook on the door. I then unbuckle my belt, unbutton and unzip my slacks, and turn away from her to step out of them. In doing so, I am facing the full-length mirror; I take a quick survey of myself, in my own ridiculous need to see how I measure up to this young, athletic woman: ...
    I'm 38, 5'9", about 140 pounds. My hair is shoulder-length and colored like white gold. My face is oval in shape, pale but not sickly, my wide eyes are grayish-blue, my mouth generous with full lips. As I'm stepping out of my slacks, I notice that Jennifer is watching me; quite interested, I think, possibly avidly. For some reason, that doesn't bother me; instead, I'm quite flattered that a beautiful, young woman like herself can admire me. I straighten, then reach around behind me to unhook my peach lace bra; as I pull it off, my pale 35C breasts are revealed: low-slung, but still full and glowing, my dark, plump nipples tightening slightly in the cooler air of the room. Jennifer's gaze takes my breasts in quickly, I notice, then turns away. When I peel off my matching panties, I see she's watching surreptitiously again; this time my wide hips and full, pale bottom. Finally, I turn to face her, so she can also take in my slightly-rounded tummy, dense patch of long, dark pubic hair (I'm not a real blonde, obviously), and my full, smooth thighs. After hanging up the rest of my clothes she does look me over, then smiles very approvingly. "You certainly take great care of yourself, Mrs. Miller! Beautiful!" "Thank you, dear. Coming from a girl as lovely and toned as you are, that's a very sweet compliment." I return her smile in gratitude. "Now, if you'd like to lay down, face-down and get comfortable, we can get started." I lay down on the cool towel covering the massage table, ...