Sex On A Cruise: Hot Masseuse Rides Grandpa To Orgasm
Summary:
On a cruise, Georg is pressured into a massage by his wife. He reluctantly goes, but instead of relaxation he gets something completely different: an experienced, busty masseuse who pampers him first with her hands and then with her body.
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My wife Marlene had been nagging me for days. We were on a cruise, Mediterranean, luxury class. She wanted me to get a massage for my shoulder.
“You walk like a crooked old stork,” she said, handing me the spa brochure. “Go today. Four p.m. I booked it. You’ll feel better.”
I grumbled. I didn’t feel like it. I was 72. My back was old, my knees broken, and I hated strangers touching my body. But she didn’t let up.
“Do it for me,” she said.
So I went.
The spa was warm, quiet, lit with candles and soft scent. A young woman at reception waved me in. I was guided to a massage room.
Inside it was still. I smelled oil. Then I saw her.
A woman. Not young, but I didn’t want twenty anyway. Maybe late forties. Tall. Curvy. Long black hair. Dark eyes. A tight top, her big breasts nearly spilling out. Leggings clinging to her ass. Every step slow, intentional.
“You’re Georg?” she asked.
I nodded.
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“Take off your clothes. Lie on your stomach.”
That was it. No questions. No small talk.
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I undressed down to my underwear and lay down. The sheet covered me. Then I felt her hands.
Strong. Warm. Experienced. She massaged my shoulders. Firm, but just right. I moaned softly.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked, her voice low, rough.
I said nothing.
Her breasts brushed against my back now and then when she leaned forward. Her breath near my ear. The room was hot. I sweated. And at some point, I felt it.
I got hard.
I didn’t know how it happened. I hadn’t had an erection in months. Maybe a year.
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Her hands moved lower. Down to my lower back. To the edge of my underwear. Then she said:
“Turn over.”
I hesitated. But I did.
My cock was standing tall. I was ashamed. I was old. She was a stranger. And I was hard.
She saw it. But she didn’t laugh.
“That happens,” she said calmly. “Want me to take care of it?”
I could barely breathe. I nodded.
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She pulled the sheet aside. My cock was fully exposed, throbbing. Her hands reached for the oil. She massaged my stomach first, then my thighs. Then she touched me.
Slowly. Slippery. With skill.
I groaned loudly. Her hand moved up and down in rhythm. She leaned over me, her breasts dangling in my face.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
I couldn’t speak. I just stared at her.
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Then she stood up. She pushed down her leggings. Underneath: black lace thong. Thin. Wet.
She climbed onto the table. Straddled me. Her knees beside my hips. Her wet slit hovering over my cock.
“I want to feel you, old man,” she whispered.
She pulled the thong to the side. Then she lowered herself. Very slowly.
I felt her take me in. Warm. Wet. Tight. It felt sinfully good. My head fell back.
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She now sat fully on me. Her body pressed against mine. She started moving.
Slow. Deep. Grinding. Her hands on my chest. Her hips circling. Her breasts bounced with every motion. I moaned. I twitched. I was helpless.
“Let it happen,” she said. “You need this. You’ve been dead down there too long.”
She moved faster. Harder. I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed her hips, held her tight. Her skin was hot. Her scent sweet and salty.
“Fuck me properly, old man,” she whispered. “Show me you still can.”
I thrust up into her, as best I could. My whole body shook. My heart raced. I was close.
“Come for me,” she said. “Come deep inside me.” And I came. Hard. Strong. A lot.
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She felt it. She pressed herself down even more, as if to keep every drop inside. Her eyes rolled back. Her body trembled.
Then she cried out. Loud. Wild. Her orgasm shook her whole body.
She stayed on top of me. Long. Our bodies stuck together. My cock still pulsed inside her.
Then she slowly got off. Without a word. She grabbed a warm cloth and gently cleaned me. Like a ritual.
I lay still. I couldn’t speak.
“You’ll come again tomorrow,” she said quietly. “Same time.”
I wanted to say something, but she simply left. The door closed behind her.
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I returned to the cabin. Marlene sat on the balcony. She drank wine. The sun had nearly set.
“Well?” she asked without turning. “Did it help?”
I nodded. I felt empty and alive at the same time.
“Good,” she said. “I want you to feel yourself again.”
I sat next to her. We watched the sea together.
The next day I went again. And again.
The masseuse waited every time. No greeting. No name. Just looks. Just bodies.
She rode me like a curse.
I couldn’t stop.
And I didn’t want to.
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