Friendly Neighbours

Olivia would be the first to admit that she fit the "nosy old lady" stereotype as far as her neighbours were concerned. But she only meant well. The morals had gone down the drain in the last few decades, someone had to keep standards and point out when others misbehaved. The "massage parlour" downstairs was something that frustrated her the most and she had often complained about it to the management, to no avail. When one of the masseuses rang her doorbell and wanted to talk to her, she assumed they were arriving to apologise for their ill behaviour and to announce that they were going back to Timbuktu or whatever hellhole they had come in from. She for one could not tell them apart. In fact, she couldn't even tell if this one was a man or woman. Too androgynous! That was the problem with the youth. She always said so to her late husband.

However, Olivia at least would remember her manners so she invited the ...thing, inside for a cup of tea. Leak(?) they said their name was, had brought her some tea as a gift so she might as well try it out to be polite. As they enjoyed the tea and Olivia gave the young man(?) a stern talking to, about his tight top and miniskirt, things began to shift. She felt flustered a bit. She felt hot. She really should write to the management and complain of how hot the building got during summers. The young man was so polite and nice to her. Offering to help her with her anxiety with a relaxing massage. How scandalous! His hands did feel nice on her shoulders as he gave her a rub. So warm. Such soft, gentle hands...

Olivia's heart was beating fast as the young man helped her up and into the bedroom for a proper Asian massage. She knew she shouldn't, but she wanted to feel his hands more. Soon she was like putty in his deceptively strong hands. She wasn't even certain when or how he had undressed her. He was definitely a man, she could feel him against her bottom as he massaged her back. She wanted to reach back and grasp him. Or at least push backwards and feel his hardness pressed against her... His giggle broke Olivia out of her trance. "I see, perhaps you need a deep massage to ease your stress completely..." "What? Oh... OH! OOOooh! What are yo- uuuUH!" Olivia's protests were stopped as moans began to escape her lips. Lek showed her no mercy as his hands roamed lower and lower until he was toying with her needy and neglected pussy, slipping into the oh so wet tunnel and expertly teasing her clit. It was almost adorable how the older woman soon buried her face in a pillow to keep her voice down. "MMMFff! Oh Lord! More... Ohhhh... How can you make me feel sooo- ooooooh!" Her near chaste lifestyle left her woefully unprepared for skilled hands and it took little time for her to be bucking her hips and shivering as she came hard from his caress.

When Olivia managed to calm her breathing a bit and tried to gather her wits, she was **** to admit to herself that her husband had never been able to make her feel like that. And that was just his hands! Looking up at the masseur, she saw his hard cock and could not help but wonder, that if with just his hands he could break her down like this, if taking his manhood inside her would be her ****... A part of her thought it would be well worth it if this foreplay was any indication of his prowess...