I had hurt my back on the construction site where I work, so I decided to go see a masseuse. The only date I could go on was a Saturday, and as I entered the building, I noticed that it was completely empty except for the lovely woman standing behind the counter. Like I said, I'm a very erotic person, so as I filled out the form, I was thinking about what she looked like naked. I'm in my 20's, so she looked a little older then me, maybe 30's. Her breasts were a decent size, and were nice and perky. As she brought me to her massage room, I saw her long brown hair swaying back and forth, which dragged my eyes down to her ass. Her pants were loose, but I could see the curves of her butt. It looked like she exercised as it had a nice roundness to it.I've never had a massage before, so when she asked me to get undressed, my eyes got wide. After stripping down to my shorts and laying down on the table, I tried to eye her up as she rubbed me. She made some conversation about how I hurt my back, and I mentioned that I'm a carpenter. She said that her husband is a carpenter as well and since he's in his fifties that he has to be careful about his back.
When she mentioned this, my perverted mind started to wonder if she seen me as a younger version of her husband. I wondered if her husband still satisfied her needs. As she rubbed my legs, she caressed my lower butt cheek, and my cock moved against the bed. I thought about how I'd love to just grab her and make love to her on this bed. The fact that we're both married made it even more erotic. She then asked me to turn over.