Mature Mom Shilpa And Masseur Peter – Part 2

Shilpa, a hot MILF, was taking a massage from Peter, a masseur from Australia.

By now he was massaging her thigh, running his hand up from her knee to her thigh just below her cheek. His hands were confident in their touch. When he began to caress her inner thigh she eased her leg aside more for him. His fingers caressed her inner thigh, so close to her pussy and ass opening.

Shilpa was talking but deeply noticing her hands on her inner thighs and again she felt turned on.

‘You must be kidding,’ Shilpa replied.

‘Oh no, not kidding you at all. Just look at your strong and firm thighs, strong yet smooth and your gorgeous skin color and texture. You are a goddess. Far ahead of all the women I saw. You have sensational curves.’

His fingers pressed her clenching, folding some of her cheeks in his palm and then released it then repeated the movement. Slowly moving his hand to a different spot each time he did this.

‘Really? I always think I’m too fat. ’

‘Oh god. No! you aren’t fat, you are magnificent. Your cheeks are firm but soft, no sagging here, no fat. I wish you can see from behind.’

‘Well thanks, Peter, I appreciate you and surely I am enjoying your hands,’ she mumbled into the pillow.

‘Really? That’s nice, thank you, I enjoy talking to people, finding out about them. ’

As he continued to rub, caress, press her ass she can hear the sounds of her hands gently rubbing and stroking her ass. All this made her arouse and Shilpa couldn’t control her body. She got lost and felt the temptation to raise her hips slightly using her knees.

His hands on her were very arousing like his words and she squirmed slightly. Then clenched her cheeks together to show her enjoyment of his touch. Her response was automatic. Peter had a clear view of butthole crack as the string was very thin.

Peter knew he’s lucky to have such a view while massaging her assets.  She felt his fingers running down the crease between her cheeks, either side of the string of her g-string. He caressed deep down to her anus and the flesh between her that and her pussy.

Shilpa’s eyes were wide open in sudden sensation but were still lost. Peter kept doing this rubbing deeply. He was very near her butthole. His hand was touching the g-string thread between ass. This time she couldn’t help it. She raised her hips, and then pressed down in response to his touch.

This developed into a rhythm, as he pressed and got deep she raised her hips slightly. As he released the pressure of his touch she pressed her hips harder into the table. His hands moved over her hips and under her. So when she raised her hips she was inviting him to touch her under.

He didn’t go that far but it seemed as if he was teasing her.  She felt his fingers caressing, almost coming into contact with her pussy lips under her g-string. He also moved his hands down the side of her ass, across her hips and almost under her.

Again she lifted her hips slightly to accommodate his touch towards her front. She felt him lift the string of her g-string. He slid his fingers down her ass crease, across. But not touching her ass hole, and where her pussy lips came together. He held the string away from her ass and continued to caress her.

Shilpa was lost completely in deep-pleasure. A soft moan betrayed the sensuality of his touch and the effect on her. She squirmed her hips against his fingers, squeezed her cheeks together. He began a rhythm of up and down movements of her hips.

He roamed his hands over her love handles, her hips, in the crease of her buttocks, down the side of her hips. This wasn’t a massage she thought to herself, this was the sensuality of a lover. She surrendered to his arousing. She was able to squeeze his butt cheeks, tight and firm as he caressed her.

For several minutes he continued to caress and press her ass. His fingers lingering between her thighs. His thumbs easing her cheeks apart either side of her ass crease. Shilpa silently enjoyed it for very long. She felt his rubbing got slow and she slowed her hip movement.

Shilpa now regained her senses and felt her body temperature was very high. She was sweating a lot now. All the body was wet.

‘Now relax,’ he whispered to her. ‘Are you ok, Shilpa?’

‘Yes, this is wonderful, you have magic fingers.’

For ten minutes or so he rubbed her back, from her pressurizing her spine to lower back just above her buttocks to her neck and shoulders. Here she felt the sexual tension flow out of her. She was able to relax and open herself to his touch. Now Shilpa again felt all the turn-on and dripping in her pussy.

Now she realized that was too much and got sure with sensations of continuous dripping leakage inside her. She knew her inside the condition and was thinking about outside. Her leaked juices must be visible on g-string. It was impossible after such long erotic massage that the g-string could hold that huge leakage.

Again, he asked her about herself. She told him about her kids’ married life, work and so on.  Her voice had taken on a dreamy quality as she talked quietly to him. She felt his energy flowing out of his hands. Her energy flowing out from her through his hands to him.

‘I’ll apply a trick to your tail-bone if you feel pain or couldn’t bear it then just say no. Ok?’

Shilpa nodded her head. Peter put his palm at her tail bone and pressurized it. Shilpa felt a little but as Peter released with a jerk and in seconds she felt great.

‘Is it ok? Can I do more?’

Shilpa gruffed, ‘Yeah.’

Peter again pressed and counted, ‘1,2,3,4…’ and released. He did it 4-5 times and Shilpa appreciated. Every jerk made her gruff more with pressure with awkward sounds. She felt a little embarrassed but it was a great trick.

‘Feels good ?’

‘Wow, I enjoyed it. ‘

‘Impressive, no lady could bear it more than one. You are tough. ‘

He moved around and stood at the top of her head. He manipulated between the back of her head and her spine He rubbed her shoulders and then held her head on each side and rubbed the side of her neck. She felt his hands on her back, and then he put his hands on her strap bra.

‘Can I open it?’

Shilpa moaned, ‘Yes.’

Peter pulled the hook and moved her strips to sides. Her 38dd heavy tits got released leaving marks on her back. Peter took a long look at her toned nude hot body and appreciated the view. She was completely nude except a string.

‘There was a lot of tension there, you must relax more now.’

Shilpa moved as Peter moved his hands in a long flowing move down to her buttocks, over her ass cheeks as far as he could reach. He repeated this many times, in the middle and outwards. His palms were giving more comfort to her. Shilpa was lying there with an opened bra to her sides.

He was applying intense pressure on her spine and Shilpa was enjoying every bit of it. The sexual tension was already very high. At the end of the move, his hands came down her ass cheeks to her ass. Ten or eleven times eventually he took one arm and lowered it to her side and stepped away.

Shilpa turned her head towards him and he had a towel between his outstretched arms.

‘Time to turn over Shilpa,’ he said quietly.

Shilpa held her big tits with the left hand and tried to get up. But she couldn’t as her senses were not working. But Peter held her from shoulder and managed to rest her. He placed the towel over her tits to her thighs. Peter had folded a towel and a pillow under her head.

This was the first time Shilpa could see his face properly, even in the dimly lit room. He was young, very young, hardly a man she thought to herself. Clean-shaven, short hair, and an open friendly face.

‘You are quite young,’ she smiled at him.

Peter smiled.

She murmured, ‘How long have you been a masseur?’

‘I started when I was at university. I needed something to help pay my fees, and I liked it so I gave up my course and studied massage therapy. It fascinated me, there is so much to learn.’

‘Well so far I give you earned good points,’ she laughed, ‘but it depends on how you finish me.’

He smiled at her, and she wondered if he caught the double entendre.

‘Well, I am lucky I have such a beautiful woman to develop my skills on. ’

‘You had a session with my friend Meenu last week, do you remember her?’

‘Oh yes, I remember her. She is also a nice Indian lady, not as sexy as you, you kept your figure so much better. She told me about her adult kids but you must be younger to her. ’

Lifting her eyebrows, Shilpa replied, ‘No dear! We are of the same age and my kids are older than hers.’

Peter looks her in surprise, ‘Well, you don’t look like that.’

As they spoke with the towel still over her, Peter was massaging her neck and collar. Then he moved to the side and folded the towel from the bottom up towards her breasts, exposing her from her legs over her middle are and tummy. Peter tried to act smart but Shilpa noticed his short stare at her g-string.

It reminded her again. Maybe he’s looking at the visible wet spot. She was open now and the drip must have made a wet patch. Shilpa synthetic sheer g-string was very micro and tight enough to lock her pussy.  She hoped it not be there.

What Shilpa didn’t know that a cameltoe was made with oil contact and her sheer g-string was exposing her large labia and clitoris. The emerged impression of her pussy was clear on the tight g-string. He poured lotion over her stomach and navel. She felt some run into her belly button.

His massage was more gentle now on her stomach. He rubbed her love handles some times held them tightly. It was very intimate with her. His hand moves over the other from her lower belly up to just under her breasts. He circulated her navel and it was charging her giving her goosebumps

After the ass massage, Shilpa felt she was on fire. When his movements came down to her lower belly she willed him to go further. His hands didn’t stray further down at first. But then he was doing circular movements, starting at her navel, then bigger circles over her tummy.

Shilpa was checking his eyes focus as she was very conscious about the crotch area. His hand moved lower in 2 or 3 circles until that movement came over her mound, prominent under the fabric of her g-string.

‘You have a very strong tummy,’ he said quietly. ‘You must exercise a lot. Core strength exercises?’

‘Yes,’ she said, quietly proud that he had noticed.

She had just about killed herself strengthening her core, and she was glad that he noticed. He rested one hand on her navel. The other hand rubbed her from her navel down to her mound. On her mound, he cupped his fingers slightly as he drew his fingers back up to her navel.

Shilpa felt his touch close to her g-string top. Each time his fingers cupped and pressed her body tightened. She wondered if he was teasing her or if he was just doing what he did as part of his massage.  He let his hand rest just above the waistband of her g string.

With his other hand, he massaged across her front, just under her neck from shoulder to shoulder. He moved his hand back and forward across her. Then his fingers extended under the towel and he continued to caress her, from side to side. gradually extending the portion of his hand little under the towel.

She could feel his fingers on the top curve of her breasts. His hand stopped, and he picked up an edge of the towel and dragged it off her. She heard an intake of breath as he gazed on the fullness of her breasts. Then his hand was massaging from her shoulder, down her side.

She felt his hand as he brushed against her breast. He continued this new move, from her shoulder down her side, brushing against her breast and down to her side just above her hip. A few times on her left side, and then he crossed and repeated the action on her right.

The feel of his had to brush the side of her breast was electric to her, and her body was tingling. He stopped touching her and bent towards her, his face close to hers. ‘Can I take the towel off you?’

‘Of course, you don’t need to ask Peter,’ she whispered.

He took the corner of the towel and slowly pulled it off her, dragging it across her body. The material seemed to caress her as he slowly dragged it, teasing her nipples as it left her body. Shilpa felt the charging but controlled the twitching pressing her eyes and tightening her fist.

Peter was folding the towel while staring at her tits. She heard him gasp, a small intake of breath as he looked at her.  She looked at him, his eyes widened, and he whispered, ‘Oh god, what a gorgeous sight, you are magnificent. ’

She blushed slightly but he didn’t notice as his gaze wasn’t on her face but her breasts.  He stood, one hand on her tummy, the other he placed under her left breast, and fondled slightly.

‘Oh, I’m lucky to have my hands here. You’ll love my work. ’

Shilpa giggled, ‘Well I hope so, and I hope to enjoy too. Don’t forget to maintain the same performance as a backside massage.’

‘Alright, you just relax and enjoy. ’

He shook his head and put that towel on her eyes and reached for the lotion. The lotion bottle was upended in his hand and slowly the thick drops fell on her. He moved the bottle over her breasts, allowing the lotion to drop on her, on the plump curves. Then between her globes down to her upper tummy.

He held it so it dripped directly on her nipples, then lifted it higher and watched the drops fall on her dark flesh. He moved it to her other breast and watched again as the drops fell on her nipple. She shuddered as cold drop touched her, and with his thumb.

He rubbed her and grasped his left breast with both hands. He pulled it up and down

‘This is heavy. You are carrying a lot of load on your shoulder. You know Shilpa breasts also require good massage but a majority of Indian ladies ignore it.’

Shilpa asked, ‘What about Meenu?’

Peter, ‘She only did the back massage and left. At least you are not shy.’

‘Your nipples are also beautiful, big beautiful areola and look very cute.’

Shilpa giggled.

So what happens as Peter massages Shilpa’s breasts? We will that in the next part.

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