Magic Fingers: Sensual Massage to Wild Fuck With 39yo Milf - Part 2
Hello Guys, Thanks for all the love I got for part-1! My inbox is flooded with messages saying it’s such a steamy and perfect story! For those who don’t know me, I’m Vicky, 25 years old, 6 feet tall, with a 5-5.5-inch dick, currently in Mumbai. I’m into a corporate job earning a 7-digit salary per month, having recently shifted from Gurgaon. For those who haven’t read part 1 yet, please have a look at it. After my sex vacation with Gitika, I came home that night thinking a lot: Was what I did correct or not? It all started with a massage, and I got paid for sex and a massage. Am I a gigolo? That’s something I never want to be—I never wanted to do sex for money. It struck me a lot! I decided that I would never take money for any massage from now on. I will meet a woman if I like her; we’ll enjoy it—whether it’s friendship, massage, or sex—completely up to my interest. This is what I fixed that night. Two weeks after the incident, I got a text from Gitika: “Hey, I have a surprise for you!” Me: What is it? Gitika: She sent me a one-time image with the text: “Will tell you only if you send your dick pic?” She sent a pic of herself in a sexy red bikini. My dick got instantly hard seeing those 38C boobs in that red bikini, which wasn’t even covering 30% of her boobs. And that fold near her triangle area was making me go mad. I still remember those thighs have the marks of our wild sex two weeks back. Me: I wanted to see more of her. I told her one pic wouldn’t make me give a pic of your chocobar. Gitika: One-time watch video: “Please send me the pic of chocobar immediately.” I downloaded it—it was a 10-second video where she was teasing me by touching herself, and then she turned around and showed her back in the selfie camera in the mirror. I was literally shocked, and my dick couldn’t wait; it was just dying to be inside her right away. Me: I sent her a pic of my erect dick with the message: “Here is your meal.” Gitika: (silence for 2 minutes) Baby, I want your dick right now. Can we meet? It was already 10 PM. I told her I didn’t have energy for sex now—I was making excuses to make her feel more desperate. Gitika: Please, baby, let’s meet to make out. Let’s not do sex; it’s fine. Me: Okay, I don’t have my bike. Are you coming to pick me up? Gitika: Yes, give me 15 minutes. I’ll be there to pick you up. Send me your exact location. She reached my place in 20 minutes in her Audi—I don’t remember the model, but it’s an SUV. I hopped in and was shocked to see her; she came in her party wear, a one-piece dress ending above her knees. Me: Where are we going? Gitika: Let’s have two drinks, and then I’ll drop you off. Me: Are you mad? I’m in shorts. Let me change clothes. Gitika: No, I love you this way. Let’s not waste time. And she started kissing me after stopping on the roadside. We were sucking each other’s lips like wild animals, and she was moaning a lot from kissing. I was fondling her boobs, lifted her dress to her waist, and pressed her—which is my favourite part. After 10 minutes of making out, I touched her pussy over her panties—it was completely drenched. I understood she was horny again, and the night was going to be awesome. We paused after 15 minutes, and she started the car. We went to South Point Mall, parked the car in the basement, and lip-locked for a quick two minutes before getting out of the car. She took her heels out, wore them, and we went to ‘Open Tap’. It was already around 11 PM, and it was full of Gen Z kiddos. Me: I said Let’s go to some other place. Gitika: Chalo! There’s another pub upstairs. We reached Downtown. It was already in full swing by then—everyone was dancing, and the music was good. We got a corner table on the 1st floor. Very few people were on the 1st floor; most were dancing on the ground floor. Gitika: Baby, what will you have? Me: I’ll have what the lovely lady suggests. She got so happy when I said that. Gitika: Aww, cutie. Let’s order cocktails. Me: Okay, what is that surprise? Gitika: Wait, I’ll tell you after the night. Me: No, tell me right now. She lifted her leg and kept it on my dick from under the table and said, “Wait na, baby!” I had an immediate boner again. Cocktails came, and the waiter saw her leg on my dick; he gave a smirk and went away. We talked about normal things—her life, her love life in college days. She was talking, and I was actively listening like that. I’m a very good listener. She: Vicky, I like you so much, really! You listen to all my shit! You are my safe place. Me: It’s all less for you, my lady. We were four cocktails each down, and she got very tipsy! She was looking at me and continuously blushing. She: Let’s dance. (She stood, and I understood she was too tipsy.) Me: I don’t dance usually; I don’t know how to dance. She: I will teach you, darling. (She dragged me downstairs.) She was dancing her lungs out, and I was taking care of her so she didn’t fall. I wasn’t that tipsy; it’s pretty normal for me to have four cocktails. She: Vicky, I am so happy. I am loving it. And she kissed me in front of everyone. Seeing her so sexy, I couldn’t resist. I placed my hands on her 38 ass and pressed her ass while kissing. Seeing us, most of the couples started kissing. She was getting mad; she occasionally took her hand toward my dick, pressing it slightly and biting her lower lip. After 10 minutes, she said, “Let’s go!” I paid the bill, and we left. She was dragging me like she was going to eat me. Once we reached the basement, I told her, “You can’t drive. Let’s go by cab.” She: Shut up and come with me. And she took me to the rear seat of her car. I went inside first; she came and started removing my belt. Me: It’s a parking lot; we can’t do it here. It’s risky. Let’s go to my home. She: No, this is my fantasy.