This is part 17 of my continuing story and I recommend you read the prior stories in order before reading this one.
All characters are well over the age of consent.
This is a work of fiction.
Enjoy!
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I had a great time on my vacation to Mexico and if I have the time, I’ll share the details of my final days there.
As I mentioned in my previous story, I bought a new home as summer was starting. It was a two story, five bedroom, four bathrooms with a nice pool, hot tub, waterfall, and a small guest house with an outdoor shower. The covered patio had misters and the best thing of all was that it was private.
Yes, I had neighbors, but they were not close, and the backyard was private, meaning no prying eyes.
While I was still working at home for my day job, I found myself dressing up for the growing number of business meetings I was having with clients and prospects. While some of these sessions were on Zoom, many were in person and well, I had to dress the part.
Which meant I had to start using a dry cleaner.
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I got to know the Korean lady who owned a local dry cleaner because I frequented her business.
Her dry cleaners were more expensive than the competition, and she did provide higher quality. She knew I liked my shorts lightly starched, and she was a tailor, so she could take a new suit I’d buy off the rack and could make it look very nice on me.
But more than all that, the reason I kept going back was because she was very pretty, with a great figure and a nice smile.
In my opinion, she was a VFA (Very Fuckable Asian) and I just knew it would be a nice ride if I ever got the opportunity. Which was my goal.
Her eyes were bright, and she was always reaching out, touching my hand or on the back so I knew there was something clicking between us.
Her name was Ari.
Once a week I would drop off and pick up my suits, ties, pants, and shirts.
I’d usually come in towards the end of her week, mid to late afternoon on Saturday.
If I missed a Saturday she would ask where I had been, and I always told her a business trip. Meaning, up at my place in the mountains. Fucking the daylights out of a hot female.
For many months her husband was there too, he was a nice guy, very friendly and we’d talk a bit.
But I found out later she wasn’t married.
She was divorced, no kids.
I’d been speaking to her brother, and he moved back to Korea to be with their aging parents as he was the oldest son.
I found this out when I just came out and asked her why I didn’t see her husband anymore.
Ari burst out laughing and said it was her brother, that she used to be married by no more.
All this time we’d exchange pleasantries and have brief conversations, but I noticed she was now often alone in the store.
I knew she enjoyed my company because her face lit up when I came through the door.
My plan was to invest some time in seeing if I could get something going. No time like the present, right?
As I was dropping off and picking up my dry cleaning one Saturday afternoon, I said to Ari, “You look tired.”
She said she was, it had been a long week.
I asked her “Do your feet and back hurt?” and she looked up in surprise at me asking, “How did you know?”
I replied “You have a retail business; you are on your feet most of the time standing on concrete and you work long hours every day. No wonder your back and legs hurt. And your neck and shoulders probably do too.”
I think she was genuinely taken back that someone she hardly knew would be so insightful and considerate about her as a person.
I reached into my wallet, took out my credit card to pay her and after I paid the bill, handed her my masseuse business card.
Smiling, she said “What is this, I thought you were a businessman?”
I replied that I was, but that I also gave massages and if she was interested, I would give her one to help her back and feet if she wanted.
I did not expect her to say yes, I just wanted to plant the seed in her mind.
She thanked me and tucked the card into her purse.
I wished her a nice weekend and said goodbye.
To my surprise, I got a text from her about 30 minutes later, asking me if I could give her a massage later that afternoon after she closed the store.
I had a long week at work, but the prospect of new pussy got me reinvigorated.
The kind of pussy I had been thinking about.
A chance to stain my clean sheets after making some deposits in some strange.
I replied in a few minutes saying yes, I was all set up at my home and could accommodate her any time after 6pm.
We exchanged a few more text messages, with my address and all that, and I also told her she would benefit from being in the hot tub before the massage, so she needed to bring a bathing suit.
When I hit send, I wasn’t sure she would go through with it, but she replied with a happy face.
Then I sent a text saying that I was going to order some food in for dinner and what did she like?
She digitalbahis yeni giriş replied with the name of her favorite restaurant in town (it was one of mine too) and she told me what she wanted.
My next text was beer or wine and I heard back Chardonnay.
Any label in particular?
La Crema.
I had some in my wine rack and I transferred four bottles to the fridge. And I loaded up on champagne too.
For insurance, I popped a 100mg Viagra.
I knew enough about alcohol and Asian women to know they can’t handle their liquor very well, so I figured I really had a chance to poke her if she drank enough.
Ari arrived just before 7pm, and she told me she had quickly gone home, changed into summer clothes and grabbed a swimsuit.
After a tour of the house, which she said impressed her, we went to the backyard for an early dinner.
She asked if I was married, and I told her I was single. That reassured her.
I had turned on the waterfall, so the backyard was filled with the sound of flowing water, restful and soothing.
Not knowing what kind of music Ari liked I put on some slower jazz and piped it into the yard, at a very low volume.
We ate on the patio in the shade, misters on to address the summer heat, making small talk and drinking our wine.
Ari was very animated and excited; it was as if there was a very different person having dinner with me than the lady I knew from the dry cleaners. Her English was pretty good but there were a few words and phrases she got tongue tied on.
I tutored her over the language humps, and she was often reaching out and touching my arm, a good sign.
We had a lot of eye contact and laughs. We were sitting perpendicular at a table overlooking the pool and waterfall and there was some innocent touching going on.
I kept the wine in an ice bucket with a white napkin covering the bottle.
I made sure her glass was never empty.
I never filled up her glass, I just kept it at about half full, so she wouldn’t realize how much she had consumed.
Being very polite and kind, I pumped her with questions about everything in her life, and she opened like a floodgate.
At one point Ari had tears in her eyes when she shared the details of her divorce.
Apparently, she and her husband had opened the dry cleaners together and her husband had been stealing from the business from the get-go.
The missing money kept the husband-and-wife team always struggling to make ends meet.
When her husband didn’t show up at work one morning and neither did the cute 22-year-old girl that worked for them, Ari had to call her parents and brother for help getting through the turbulence.
By now we had been outside for about 45 minutes enjoying dinner and wine, so I got up and stood behind her and started in on her neck and shoulders.
After just a few minutes of massaging her through her clothes, I suggested that we get into the hot tub and relax her back muscles.
As she grabbed the bag with her suit, I took her hand and we walked over to the cottage.
She didn’t resist the hand holding.
As we entered, I pointed out the massage table in the sitting area, then took her on a quick walk of the rest of the place, the bath and a half, small kitchen, and the bedroom.
I said, “Please freshen up and change into your suit and I will clean up the dinner and meet you in the hot tub.”
Ten minutes later I was still in the kitchen putting things away when I saw Ari walk over to the hot tub.
She walked pretty steady for someone who had consumed almost 3/4 of a bottle of chilled white wine but I knew she was close to her red line.
I admit, she looked good in a swimsuit.
Ari had put her hair up and the color of the suit was a good match for her skin tone.
Her breasts were large, strapped in, flat stomach, with great legs and a nice ass.
For someone I estimated to be in her late 30s she looked just fine.
The suit she had on was conservative. Which is what I expected of her.
The sun was setting behind the hills, and I turned off the misters and turned on some of the lights in the backyard but kept the hot tub area dark.
I came out a few minutes later in my suit, carrying out a bottle of champagne and two flutes.
When I stepped into the water, Ari said to me, “You have a beautiful home and I thank you for inviting me here.”
She was looking at my body when she said this and smiled at me.
Let me say to you, readers, I do keep in pretty good shape.
Normally I’m working out at 5:30 each morning for about 45 minutes.
I thanked Ari, popped the cork, and handed her a flute of champagne and then toasted to removing her neck, shoulder, and back pain.
She laughed and we drank, looking in each other’s eyes.
I put our flutes up and asked her to turn around and sit in front of me.
With that she smiled and did what I asked.
I said, “You need to keep your chin above the water but keep your shoulders below so the hot water digitalbahis giriş will relax your muscles.”
I put my hands on her shoulders and started to massage them.
She commented “It hurts a bit, but I know I will feel better soon.”
After just a minute or so of working on her neck and shoulders I told her “I need to have you untie the strap around your neck” and she reached up behind her and undid it.
Ari pulled the loose straps to her front, and she kept her hands holding up her top, keeping her ample breasts covered.
For a few minutes I worked her neck and shoulders. We didn’t talk but she groaned lightly a few times.
The combination of the wine, the warm water, the end of the workweek and my massage helped Ari to relax.
She began leaning back into my hands, which was fine. I had the urge to kiss her neck but held off.
I then asked, “Please stand up so I can massage your back.”
Standing behind her I asked Ari “May I untie the strap?”
She said sure, so I undid the strap, leaving the top half of her body naked. Ari took her top and put it on the ledge of the spa, so she now stood topless with her back to me.
Ari put her hands on the side of the hot tub to brace herself, her ass sticking out a bit in my direction.
All this closeness was creating a semi, but I knew if I snuggled up to her butt like I really wanted to it might be a little too much, too soon.
Ari had a great ass. Her suit bottom hugged her cheeks like it had been painted on.
So, knowing my reward would come if I remained patient, I kept a little distance between us.
I massaged her back by pushing on the muscles with both hands side by side trying to stretch them out and Ari groaned a lot.
She had me stop a couple of times to drink more champagne.
Ari wasn’t shy about drinking. My guess is she rarely let loose and when she did, she felt safe doing so.
The alcohol may have also been her choice of liquid courage.
I was fine with that. Ari’s courage allowed me to be bold.
She stood up straight to drink, but she never turned to face me. She was being modest.
What Ari didn’t realize was that there was a reflection on the glass door of the house, so the entire time she was getting her back massaged I could see her tits.
As far as tits go, hers looked impressive, firm, and capped with large light brown areoles and prominent long eraser size nipples.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on them.
When I had done as much as I could with her back, I asked Ari to sit across the tub from me and keep her feet underwater so I could massage her toes, soles, and calves.
She looked over her shoulder and smiling, said “Okay, but you need to close your eyes, tell me when you are ready.”
Doing as she asked, I sat down, closed my eyes, and said “Go ahead.”
Ari turned around and sat down and said, “I’m ready.”
I opened my eyes to see a beautiful Korean female topless and smiling across the hot tub from me.
Her breasts were underwater, hands at her sides and her eyes were sparkling at me.
It wasn’t too much of a stretch to see her tempting nipples at attention under the warm swirling water.
Her smile widened and she asked, “You like?”
Trying to keep eye contact, which was damn difficult to do, I replied with a smile, “Yes, you are beautiful and have a beautiful body. I am glad you are here tonight.”
It was an awkward pause.
My sense was that Ari was ready to start fooling around but I didn’t want to do it in the hot tub. I wanted to wait and get her on a flat surface like the massage table or even better, the bed. Or maybe both!
I moved closer to her, my eyes never wavering from hers, and said let me continue my massage and work on your feet and legs.
Ari smiled and said “Please. I like your massage.”
Massaging feet can be painful for the recipient and despite my best efforts to be kind and considerate, Ari flinched and complained by tensing up quite a bit.
I did her left foot first.
As I was working on her right foot she pulled her foot away from me, kicking me in the chin.
Ari was so shocked she moved across the tub to comfort me.
It was instinctive on her part.
She grabbed my head, pulled me close, we looked in each other’s eyes and we kissed.
Ari was an aggressive kisser.
She was hungry to be kissed.
Our tongues dueled, her hands wrapped around my neck and as my chest crushed her ample, firm breasts my hands roamed her bare back.
My stiffy grew hard but my solid jockstrap and loose swimsuit hid it well.
Pulling away after a few minutes of this, I said to Ari, “Let’s get you on the massage table.”
I took her by the hand, we climbed out of the hot tub and walked to the cottage.
Ari was topless, having left the top of her suit by the hot tub.
We walked into the cottage where the massage table was ready.
I kissed Ari gently, and said, “Why don’t you freshen up and I will be back in a few minutes. When digitalbahis güvenilirmi you are ready, go ahead and get up on the table.”
She smiled at me, and her breasts gently swayed as she moved towards the bathroom.
The bottom of her suit had climbed into her crack, displaying most of her cheeks. It was a nice preview for me.
I dimmed the lights in the room and lit a few candles.
Heading back to the hot tub, I picked up the flutes, the champagne bottle, and Ari’s suit top.
Inside the house I turned out all the lights inside and outside then shut the music off and then made sure the doors were locked.
When I entered the cottage, Ari was lying face down on the table, her somewhat wet bathing suit bottom still on.
I left the door of the cottage open so we could hear the soothing sound of the waterfall.
I ran my hand up her left calf, thigh, butt, back and when I got to her neck and said, “Just, please relax.”
Taking a clean towel, I took a minute and dried off her toes and feet, calves, thighs and back. I didn’t do anything about her ass or the bathing suit bottom, but I continued to enjoy the tempting view.
Grabbing some oil, warming it in my hands, I started on her feet, moving up her calves, rubbing out the stiff muscles up to behind her knees.
She started giggling, telling me it tickled there.
I jumped my hands over the backs of her knees to her thighs and as I moved up to her butt, she spread her legs. It was just a little sign to me she was enjoying what I was doing and wanting more.
I didn’t disappoint Ari.
I whispered to her “Time for this to go.”
With that I tugged at the ties holding her swimsuit bottom on and started pulling it off, very gently.
There was no resistance.
To accommodate me, Ari lifted her ass and her pussy up and then settled back down on the table.
She was laying naked in front of me. This was my objective all along!
I could see her very hairy pussy from where I was standing on her left side just by her butt.
Then, to take advantage of the situation, I did something that I felt would make the massage more erotic.
Grabbing a towel, I first dried her semi-wet ass, even reaching into her crack, and as she lifted her ass up in search of the source of the pleasure, I reached under her with the towel and ran it over her hairy pussy, my goal to dry it before I got started on the massage.
I rubbed the towel over her pussy. Slowly, sensuously.
I didn’t linger, but I probably rubbed a few more times than was necessary.
Just to be sure it was dry.
She groaned very lightly but did not protest.
This meant approval.
For a second, I viewed the beautiful Korean MILF body, now nude, in front of me. I just knew that this was going to be a very fun fuck.
Grabbing another towel, I folded it in half and covered only the very top of her back, making sure not to cover her hair, neck, or head.
This heightens the sensation that the lower half of the body is exposed.
This all took place in just a few short minutes.
Warming up more oil in my hungry hands, I started in on Ari’s ass. I worked from the outside in, rubbing, soft and hard, trying to find the knots that I knew were there.
It took some time, but I found one in each cheek, deep in the Ari’s gluteus muscles.
She groaned a lot, loudly as my rubbing was painful at times, and her hips lifted on many of my stokes, so I knew she was getting into it.
A few times when I hit a hard spot, she tried to move away from the pain, but I put my hand on her back and asked her to relax, to take a breath.
When I started back in, I took my time and used less pressure, rubbing until I felt the knot disappear.
Women don’t get butt massages because they are embarrassed to ask for them but there is a lot of tension to be rubbed out from there.
There were three more things I wanted to do around her bottom before I moved to her back.
The first was to massage around the points of connection between the thigh and the torso.
As I expected, Ari rose on her hands and knees in search of the pleasure source, and she pulled the towel off her back.
She spread her legs to provide easier access for my warm, oiled, probing hands.
As I massaged the connection points, the top of each thigh, I could clearly see her full dark bush and her swaying tits.
I was trying very hard not to rub her pussy, but my hands were moving quickly, and the back of my hands brushed against her outer lips, and when I did it, she groaned.
A few minutes of this and the aroma of her sex reached my nose.
Ari’s pussy was getting wet, this time from the inside.
She was making so much noise, grunting, groaning, and muttering in Korean, I was glad I had left the waterfall on to muffle her sounds.
Just based on this, I knew Ari would be a very vocal sexual partner.
I slowly reduced the speed of my hands to the point where I could gently push her down on the massage table.
Then I started in on Ari’s inner ass, focusing on what I refer to as the canyon rim, canyon walls, canyon floor (crack) and rosebud.
Using plenty of hand-warmed oil, I was slow, methodical, and deliberate as I worked her canyon rim and walls from north to south. Then south to north. Then north to south again.