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A craigslist encounterMy first true story of something that happened years ago…I had just finished school and accepted my first professional job out on the west coast. I was coming from out east and this was my first time out on the other side of the country. I packed up all my belongings which fit into the back of my SUV and headed west. I didn’t know a soul. Was not making a whole lot of money for west coast standards and still worked like a dog. Not knowing anyone and not having a whole lot of extra money to go out I got bored, lonely, and horny real quick. I love porn just as much as everyone else on this site but even that wasn’t doing it anymore. I had read and heard stories about people’s experiences via the internet. I tried various sites but just came across mostly bots and sometimes the occasional real life female only to be competing with a few hundred other horny guys in my same predicament. Then I tried craigslist. If you have ever posted or responded to posts there you know that the majority of it is spam or gay guys posing as females to collect some pictures. I don’t know if it was the west coast, the timing, the year, or a combo of all three. But craigslist came through multiple times for me! This is just one of my experiences.I posted just a generic add describing myself and that I was looking for something casual with no strings attached. I received probably about 20 responses the first day. Nineteen of them asked me to verify myself through some site with my credit card. Yeah right. But there was one from a woman I’ll call “Susan” who didn’t have a link or any fake pictures stolen from the internet. I replied to her and we immediately started chatting. Just basic stuff at first… Feeling eachother out. After a few emails we both started feeling a little bit more comfortable with each other and safe knowing that the other wasn’t some fake or lunatic. Our messages progressed to talking about sex and what we liked and what type of thing we were looking for. After about a week of this we decided we should meet for coffee. We agreed that this was to be just a quick meet to check each other out and see if there was any chemistry. We had never even exchanged pics. To be honest I really didn’t care much at that time. I was so horny it really didn’t matter. As long as she wasn’t the stalker pyscho type I was game. The little I did know was that she was quite a bit older than me. I was in my mid twenties at the time. She said she was 40 something. I later found out this was sort of true. She was 49 about to be 50. She had been married and recently divorced and had two girls which were closer to my age than she was. She was 5’6, 155, and DD’s!!! She described herself as a curvy full figured woman. She said she was not a BBW but not a spinner either. Just the right size in my opinion. She had midlength sandy blond hair, a couple of small appropiatley placed tattoos, nipple rings, and shaved pussy. She didn’t work full time but was an independent massage ther****t. I think her ex did well and was primarily living off of what she had gotten in the divorce.The day of the meeting I started to get a little nervous. You never know who is actually going to show up. I had no picture to go by. Just trusting what she had told me. Not that it really mattered. I had met women before through other sites only to find that the picture they showed me was taken years prior and there was a reason why they did not have a current one.So I walk into the coffee shop. It is midday on a typical sunny California day. A perfect cool 80 degrees. I am the first to arrive. Grab a cup and sit on the couch waiting for her to show up. Shortly after a woman comes in who seems to somewhat match her description. I am not sure though. I am kind of hoping it is not. Being 25 at the time any woman older than 30 seems quite old. My first doubts about going through with this start creeping in. Just a part of being young and dumb. She walks right up to me and asks are you “Jeff”. I answer yes and awkwardly extend my hand and she just ignores it and gives me a hug. She places her bag down and says she is going to grab something to drink and not to go anywhere. I replied OK and sat down. As she walks away I check her out. She is wearing jeans, flops, and a light blouse. Nothing to sexy or revealing. Just the average attire for a day out running errands. I notice her curves, ample butt, and can make out the shape of her large DD’s from the outline of her blouse. She was definitely a BBW although I will give it to her that she is on the smaller side of that spectrum.She quickly returns, grabs güvenilir bahis şirketleri her bag, and says why don’t we move outside. I thought sure why not. I wasn’t really sure yet if I wanted this to go anywhere. I hadn’t really made up my mind about the age difference. She was visibly quite a bit older than myself at the time but I am a sucker for big natural tits. So I sat down and we started chatting. Nothing rememberable just the normal chit chat. But she quickly moved the conversation to sex. It kinda took me off guard. We had talked about it in our emails but only briefly. What we liked and looking for type of stuff. Nothing too intense, revealing, or in depth. Most of our conversations had been just about general life type stuff. So I was surprised she jumped into it so quickly. She started quizzing me rather intensely. Everywhere from what type of lover I was, positions I liked, past experiences, whether I was into BDSM, if I thought I was a dom or submissive. You name it I think she touched on it. This went on for quite awhile. Well past one cup of coffee. Now I was getting kinda thirsty. Probably because all of this talk about sex so openly and face to face was getting me pretty horny as well.I think she may have noticed this too. Or as I would find out later was starting to feel the same way. She abruptly stated. “Why don’t we go back to my place. I have a hot tub and we can keep chatting there. Its such a beautifull day and I love hanging out in my tub. Now this does not mean we are going to have sex. Just a dip in the tub. Would that be alright with you?” I briefly thought about my previous uncertainty and simply replied “Sure. I’ll follow you.” We both hopped in our cars and were at her place in less than five minutes as she lived just around the corner.She lived in a small residential neighborhood in an old split level house. She led me to the lower half of the house to where her studio was. She had a small massage room set up with a table and lots of new age décor. She worked out of her home. The hot tub was outside through the doors from the massage room. She explained her clients often used it prior to their sessions. She showed me a changing room, tossed me a towel and told me to meet her outside. Now I wasn’t planning on going for a dip when I left the house. So I didn’t have a suit. I realized she must know this. There was no talk of us bathing naked together but assumed this must be what was implied. Still, just in case, I stripped down, and wrapped the towel around me and walked outside. She was there in a robe. The type you would wear to a pool. Tending to her flowers and garden as I walked out. She said go ahead and hop in. Now I wasn’t really sure. Was she wearing a suit under her robe? If I jumped in naked how was she going to react? Im thinking to myself that she did state that going to her place for a soak in the hot tub did not imply anything else beyond that. Screw it. I am pretty sure I read the situation right. Worst that could happen is she tells me to leave. So I drop my towel and climb in. She finishes up watering her plants and walks over to the tub. Briefly looks at me, pauses for a few moments, just long enough for me to question myself about jumping in totally naked. Then with a slight smirk disrobes, dropping her robe to the ground. I let out a huge sigh of relief for two reasons. One is that she is naked too. The other is that her breasts are huge, natural and gravity defying perky. I am completely taken back that a woman her age can still have such firm breasts. They are very round with large nipples and a nipple ring on her right breast. I can still picture in my mind to this day.She then hops into the tub and sits directly across from. Stretches her arms out so that they are hanging out over the tub just enough to elevate her body so that her nipples are just on the water line. Leans back takes a deep breath bringing her breasts completely out of the water and then exhales and places her feet right on top of my legs. She looks directly at me and asks “so where were we in our conversation?” I can’t help but laugh as the whole encounter to this point has been completely unexpected and my emotions through this have been teetering on whether or not to go through with any of it. I finally just let myself relax and say screw it. I am sitting in a tub with a woman 20 years plus my age, completely naked, and staring at two of the most natural, biggest, and perfectly shaped breasts I have ever seen in person. I can’t help but to compliment her on her outstaning chest and how beautiful they tipobet güvenilir mi are. She just smiles and tells me to slow down and not get too excited. We are still just having an innocent meet and greet. I am totally thrown here because she says it in such a serious manner that I believe she is for real. In my mind naked together in a hot tub means it about to be on. But she really just wants to continue chatting. This is crazy to me at the time but again I say screw it. Im sitting naked at her house in her hot tub just staring at her amazing breasts I play along. We continue to talk about or lives and just normal stuff still getting to know eachother. We talk about her work as a massage ther****t. I tell her I love to give massages but am nowhere near her level of expertise. She says “well lets see what you got”. I smile and say “really!?” She laughs and tells me “no, I have already seen that. Why don’t you start massaging my feet?” As they are still sitting on my lap. She seems to relax a little more as I start doing this and then asks me if I have a foot fetish. I don’t but tell her I don’t mind giving foot rubs as I know how good it feels. She then asks if I am sure that I don’t have a foot fetish as she takes her other foot that I am not rubbing and places it on my crotch. I tell her “well if you put it that way I suppose I could.” She then takes my now rapidly growing hard on and begins stroking it with her toes. It feels amazing. I am quickly at full attention. She continues to do this alternating between stroking my cock and then using her toes to put pressure on that spot between the base of my cock and my asshole. I am beginning to wander if she is going to try and stick her toe in me and secretly wishing she would as it is beginning to feel incredible. All the while she is doing this she is talking about her job as a massage ther****t and the benefits of soaking in a hot tub. She tells me how much she loves her tub and how she gets in it at least once a day. She then abruptly stops and pulls away from me.She asks if I want to see the greatest thing about her tub. “Of course” I reply not really knowing where this is going. She stands up and leans out over the edge. So that now her ass is sticking straight out at me. It is all I can do not to stand up, take her by the hips, and bury my now raging hard on in her inviting hole. She leans over and says “whatch this” and all of a sudden the jets go into over drive. She stands up, turns around so she is facing me, places her hands on my knees as I am still in the sitting position and bends forward, her huge glorious breasts now inches from my face, and puts her ass right on one of the jets. She tells me how she just loves the feeling of the water hitting her asshole and pussy. She starts slowly moving her hips side to side. Then up and down. Finally making a circular motion. I reach up and grab her breasts with my hands. Gently squeezing them, working them in a light massaging motion. Then slowly kneading them a little more firmly as I work my way up to her nipples. I am now pinching her nipples and pulling on her ring. She seems to love this. Then again she abruptly stops.Now I am totally lost. Every time I think this is about to go somewhere further she will stop and pull back. But every time she does so she seems to have a sly grin on her face. Things about our conversations and her actions are starting to come together. She had asked me about my interest in BDSM and such type stuff. I am beginning to think there is a little more to it. I can’t describe how but her actions seem to be going beyond just a woman who likes to be a tease. She also seems to enjoy having a commanding presence about her and has tended to direct the conversation throughout the day to what she wanted to talk about. And also the events of the day have all been through her initiating. I realize too that I have kind of taken the attitude of just going with the flow. Which she has been more than willing to direct so far. I decide that this approach seems to be working good so far. As I originally thought the day was just going to be a meet and greet over coffee.She returns the jets to their normal setting and once again sits back down and places her feet on my lap. Then goes back again to talking about how nice a day it is and how much she loves giving massages. I go along with this. Trying to make up questions and act like I am really interested. All I can really think about is how I want to get inside her shaved pussy. I am beyond horny at this point. So we continue to talk a little more and tipobet giriş then she abruptly sits up once again and asks if I would like a massage. Is this code for lets go inside and fuck? I am thinking in my head. So of course I say sure! We towel off and head inside. She gets the room setup with lighting and music just like I am one of her real customers. She tells me to lie down on the table and she will be right back.So I lay down and waiting there for about five minutes and she returns. While I was laying there remarking to myself how weird this day has turned I am wandering where this is going to lead once again. Is this really going to be a real massage or something more special? She returns wearing a thin Asian style robe and starts to spread oil over my back and begins what is actually a very good legitimate the****utic massage. I begin to relax as she works my shoulders and back. The earlier sexual tension she built up beginning to lessen as I start to settle in for a non sexual relaxing massage. It’s like she knew. As soon as she felt that energy dissipate she began to work down my legs and then to my feet. Then quickly back up to my thighs and now my ass. She began kneading my cheeks and then grabbing them and pulling them apart so I could feel the cool air hit my exposed asshole. Every once in a while allowing her thumbs to put pressure on my sphincter as she continued to kneed my ass cheeks. Again I began to get extremely aroused as my cock began to stiffen. She sensed this and began stroking my crack with her oiled fingers up and down allowing them to lightly sc**** the boys on her way down. I then felt her bare breasts on the back of my knees as she climbed up on the table. She pushed her breasts up my legs and onto my back now slightly laying on top of me and working her breasts over my back. She was using them to give me a very sensual back rub.She asked again what I thought of her breasts. I told her they felt amazing. She then told me I should turn over and show her how amazing I thought they were. I immediately turned over now lying on my back. She is on her knees sitting straight up with my legs between hers. From here she leans over places them inches and just far enough from my face that I can not touch them and begins squeezing them her self. I ask if I can help her with that and she says no. Just lay there and enjoy your massage. She sits back up, grabs the bottle of oil she has been using, then squeezes it so the oil is dripping down her chest. The excess landing on my throbbing hard on. She puts her chest onto mine and slides back down my body. Stopping just briefly at my cock. So I can get a taste of what it feels like in the cleavage of her breasts. She moves up and down slightly briefly jerking off my cock between her breasts. She continues to move down my legs and climbs back off the table. She walks around to the head of the table and begins massaging my chest. Her shaved pussy is just inches again from my face. I try to scoot back so I can bury my face into shaved puffy lips. But she backs away. Telling me not this time. Maybe next time she will let me if I agree to give her a massage. She continues to rub my chest. Bending forward putting her tits in my face. Practicly smothering me as at some points it is difficult to breathe. She grabs some more oil and puts a line of it from the head of my cock all the way down to my balls. She moves to the side of the table and begins to give me one of the best handjobs I have ever had.She is stroking my shaft up and down. Every once in a while squeezing my balls and massaging my taint area. She asked again how much I liked her breasts and I tell her how much I love them. She takes my cock and starts spanking it against her tits. This is begging to be to much and I can feel my orgasm cumming on. She continues to do this. Alternating stroking and spanking her tits with it. She asks if I want to cum and I moan a yes. “Where do you want to cum” “On your breasts” I say. “Oh really” she replies. “YES!” I moan. “Are you going to come back here and give me a massage soon?” “Absolutely” I say. “You better” she says as she grips my cock hard with one hand and my balls with the other. Squeezing tightly now. Jerking my cock off intensely. My ass lifts of the table. She pushes me back down. Takes my dick, places it in her cleavage, squeezes pushing her breasts together and jerks me off till my cock starts spurting one huge load after the other. One spurt hitting her on the chin. As my orgasm subsides she continues to play with my cock and the cum on her body. Rubbing it into her tits, chest, and stomach.She asks me how I liked her massage and I said I fucking loved it! “Do you do this for all your clients?” She laughed and said “No. Just my special friends.” “I would never do this for money. I work on trade only” she said with a wink. “Next time its my turn on the table.”

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