'I'm ready!' Mrs. Wilson called from inside the dimly lit room.

Jay entered, casually locking the door behind him.

'Is this okay?' she asked.

'Perfect.'

Mrs. Wilson was a new client, who had booked her first massage with Jay only a day earlier. A tall curvy woman of confidence, who held on to her beauty into retirement age.

She had requested a specific stomach and hip massage - a treatment that initially made Jay question her intentions, but he always tried to remain professional.

Mrs. Wilson lay on the massage table, face up, with a soft blanket clinging to her wide hips and thick thighs, and a small towel just about covering her breasts.

'Do you prefer lotion, cream, or oil?' asked Jay, as he adjusted the blanket a little lower on Mrs. Wilson's waist, noticing her black thong.

'Oil, please, Jay. Hands glide easier. It just feels better,' she smiled.

Jay rested his hand on her stomach - palm up. He slowly poured the warm coconut oil on his hand, letting it drip between his fingers onto her tanned skin.

In a slow, light, circular motion, he began to gently slide his hands around her stomach, letting his fingers widen every so often to feel more of her skin between him.

Jay noticed Mrs. Wilson closing her eyes, dropping her head to one side, as his hands motioned towards the side of her stomach, working bigger strokes now, covering from just beneath her breasts, across her centre, and then back out towards her curvy hip line.

With each repetition, he changed the rhythm, allowing his finger-tips to touch a little further towards the waistline of her black thong.

Mrs. Wilson started to grip the table.

'Everything feel okay?' he asked.

'Yes. Just what I need.'

Mrs. Wilson's breathing changed as one hand slid to the side of her waist - fingers teasing her lower back. Straight away she knew where Jay wanted his hand to go, and she relaxed, slightly arching her back off the table to allow access.

With one hand gliding across her stomach to her opposite hip, his other hand slid underneath her body. Jay wanted her body to simultaneously experience his touch, caressing her front and back. Her skin warmed his hands - her body now glistening from the oil.

'Can you get my hips from here?' She asked.

'Of course.'

Jay slid his hand down her stomach, under her thin thong, to finish at the highest part of her soft thigh, where it met her pelvis.

Mrs. Wilson let out a sigh. 'Yes,' she nodded. 'That's where I'm really tight.' Her head now tilted back slightly.

Jay wanted to stay professional, but he felt both hands now wanting to be involved. He let one hand slide down her lower stomach line, under her panties, across her pelvis, whilst his other hand was gliding up from her leg, until both hands met at the tender spot on the highest part of her big beautiful thigh.

Both his hands now gently moving in circles - one in the middle of her thigh and the other cupping the outside of her thigh & hip, with fingertips touching her ass.

Mrs. Wilson's moans were more noticeable.

'Jay, can you use a little more oil? It feels really nice.'

Jay moved the blanket off her leg to drizzle more oil, he noticed something on her inner thigh. At first, he believed it was a tattoo. However, as he gently kneaded her thigh for a few seconds, he realised it was written with a marker - two words:

"TASTE ME."

Jay stopped massaging, glanced up at Mrs. Wilson, who already had eye contact with him.

She began to turn her body into Jay, gently touching her pussy against the back of Jay's hand, slowly rubbing in different directions.

Jay should have moved away, but he didn't. Mrs. Wilson's panties were already soaked through.

'My husband collects me in 15 minutes, Jay. What are you going to do?'

Jay walked to the bottom of the massage table, as Mrs. Wilson propped herself up on her forearms, watching his every move.

He pinned her ankles down, watching Mrs. Wilson nibble her lower lip. In one strong move, Jay pulled her whole body down the table towards him.

He creeped both hands up her thighs, moving in towards her panties, his finger-tips sliding under, teasing her freshly shaved pussy.

Jay grabbed both sides of her panties, pulling them down, to reveal her wet lips.

Mrs. Wilson automatically began to touch her inner thighs, moving one hand across to rub her clit.

'No,' said Jay.

He walked back along the table, picking up Mrs. Wilson's bra she left on the chair with her clothes. With one hand sliding the full length of her body, he allowed his fingers to part, teasing a hard nipple, all the way to her neck, where he put her head back, opening her throat to his grip.

Mrs. Wilson's eyes widened. 'My husband will be here soon.'

Jay took both her wrists and tied them together with her bra, before taking her panties, placing them over her eyes as a blindfold.

Mrs. Wilson tried not to breathe heavily, but it was no good. Within seconds, she felt both Jay's hands push down on her inner thighs, then slide up to her pussy, stroking her lips.

As Jay slid his fingers inside, he gently let his tongue play with her clit.

Jay felt her body shudder as he licked & sucked Mrs. Wilson's sensitive clit, whilst letting his fingers reach in and up, massaging her small sensitive spot inside.

Mrs. Wilson's mature pussy started to fill, her body began to shake, as she moaned louder.

'Behave, Mrs. Wilson,' he said, lifting his head, gently spanking her clit a few times. 'Your husband will be outside that door any minute.

Mrs. Wilson nodded, realising how submissive she could be. She brought her hands up to her mouth and bit on her bra, as Jay began to finger her faster and faster.

'I want you to squirt all over me,' he whispered, feeling her juices fill inside, the noise of her drenched pussy getting louder.

Mrs. Wilson's face reddened as she started to orgasm, biting harder on her bra, turning her head side to side.

Jay kept fingering her as she squirted all over him, quickly moving his head down to taste her juice. His hands now firmly on her thighs, he felt her body shudder as he tongued all around, trying to clean her up, but Mrs. Wilson finally pushed his head away from her pussy, breathing heavily and trying to recover.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

'My husband,' she whispered.

As Mrs. Wilson sat up on the table, Jay stood in front of her, placed his hand around her throat, whispering, 'I want you to taste yourself on me."

Just one deep, passionate kiss and then he stepped back.

'So,' said Jay, back to a normal tone, 'Take your time to get ready. I'll wait outside. Just give me a shout when you're all sorted.'

Jay unlocked & opened the door.

'Hello, Mr. Wilson. Your wife will be out in a minute,' he said, shaking Mr. Wilson's hand. 'Apologies,' wiping his hands, 'Massage oil gets everywhere.'