Mandy's Wicked Hands

My body needed attention. I looked forward to my massage all week. Every inch ached. Today, my pussy ached, too. After my divorce, there was never a shortage of men, but I was taking a break from the emotional stress of hard cocks, sloppy blowjobs, and guys who thought they owned my ass. This year was about me and my daughter. The spa's sensual vibe always hit right. The crowded waiting room hummed with women in robes when the receptionist confirmed my slot. 'Mandy will fetch you shortly,' she smiled.

Mandy led me to the changing room. I stripped, caught my reflection—huge tits with always-erect nipples, smooth shaved pussy, swollen clit begging for notice. Feeling risqué, I slid a finger inside my dripping pussy right there, licked the juice clean, and headed out. In the dim waiting area, I 'accidentally' let one nipple slip free.

Mandy entered, eyes locking on my breast. 'Accident or invitation?' she quipped, voice sharp and amused. 'Follow me.' The room smelled of oils and heat. Her mature body moved with confidence. 'Need help onto the table?' she offered, but I dropped the robe myself, crawling nude as my tits jiggled. 'I'm no damsel,' I shot back. She pulled the sheet over my hips, then stripped it away entirely. 'Completely naked suits you better,' she said.

Her hands worked my back, then my ass, brushing my swollen pussy mound. 'Spreading those legs already? Bold move,' Mandy teased, fingers grazing again. 'Chemistry like this doesn't happen with every client.' I grinned. 'Good. I'm horny, and I don't do submissive.' She chuckled, strong and unyielding. 'Then let's see what that wet pussy can handle.' Time to flip. My tits flung free, pink bald pussy exposed, legs inviting her in.

Mandy poured fragrant oil over my mound, the dripping sensation making me pant. Her hands spread my legs wider, pulling me to the table's edge like a gynecologist's setup. 'Internal massage?' she asked, fingers already circling my clit. 'Of course,' I replied, voice steady. One finger slid inside, then two, three, stretching my walls. 'Better than any cock,' I moaned. She added her pinky and thumb, fist filling me, knuckles pressing my g-spot hard. Sweating, I felt the pressure build. 'Your pussy's gripping like it wants to explode,' she said wittily, not yielding an inch. My body shook, cum squirting around her arm in a hot stream. Legs trembling, I came hard, panting as she pressed her palm to calm the throbbing. 'Weekly visits, different techniques every time,' Mandy suggested with a knowing smirk as my hour ended. I sat up, heavy tits swinging, eyeing the massive wet spot on the table.