Swingers stories and erotic fantasies

This is very tame, but i guess not all our meets can be exciting.

Well i didn't expect to be writing to you again before the New year, as we always have lots of family get together's, and visiting of friends to fit in over the run up to Yule.
But yesterday afternoon Paul had two students booked in, who wanted to practice their massage routines out on each other.
Normally its the theoretical papers that cause Students to book an extra hour or two in the run up to an exam.
By this stage of the course they've normally learnt the routine that demonstrates all aspects of the massage or whatever course their taking, and they tend to relax about the demonstration, but these two were still a bag of nerves about what move should follow what?
Helen, the most nervous of the two was first to arrive, as usual she hide behind her nerves with a beaming smile and a string of witty comments.
At 50 her reasons for doing the course are more for herself than the hope of building a new career. She's a size 14, with blond hair, 36c boobs and has the most beautiful complexion.
As we sat chatting over a cuppa, the phone went. It was Tilly the other student, after a few, that's ok, don't worry, that's probably for the best and wish you better, Paul replaced the phone and said, " Tilly can't make it, she is down with a bad cold and to be honest she did sound terrible.
Helen said it couldn't be helped and would make a move after she finished her tea.
Paul apologised to her and added that Tilly said she'd been umming and arrhing all morning about coming as she didnt want to let them down, but felt too ill to drive.
As i was only going to do some ironing whilst they did their routine, i asked Paul if it would help if i acted as a body for Helen to work on? I have done this before, so it wasn't out of the ordinary.
Helen said it was kind of me to offer, but didn't want to put me out.
Paul said yes it was a good idea, so that was sorted.
They went through to the therapy room, whilst i got undressed in our bedroom and slipped into a dressing gown before reporting for duty.
Paul reminded Helen about how to instruct the client about getting onto the table and towel etiquette.
Then the routine began.
Helen had a lovely touch, and Paul took over now and then to instruct her further on some lymph drainage movements.
Despite her pleasing touch, especially as she worked on my breasts i was dying to respond in some way, but i knew paul would stay strictly professional with a student as he does with clients so i just laid still and enjoyed the attention.
All to soon and two hours later the routine came to an end and all agreed she'd have nothing to worry about.
I slipped my robe back on and began chatting to Helen about essential oils and what have you while paul went to put the kettle on.
He had a prior appointment to meet a mate at the boat club, so left us chatting as we waited for the tea to brew.
It was as we chatted about the massage that she said she hoped she could remain professional if she had a hunky guy or attractive lady on the table.
I light-heartedly said; i dont think i'd want to stay professional, and even during my massage from her i was getting horny thoughts.
She just laughed it off and replied that she must of been doing something right then!
She asked about the more advanced courses Paul ran and how different were they to the basic course? I explained what i knew about them, which weren't much and we moved on to general chit chat.
The conclusion of our conversation was that she'd like one more run through of her routine without Paul watching as she knew he'd pick up any mistakes, so as we were both free, we decided to go back through to the therapy room.
I just through the robe on the chair and hopped onto the table, laid face down and shuffled into a comfy position.
Helen massaged my back and as her fingers ran down my upper rib cage they brushed over the skin at the side of my boobs.
Down over my sacro-illiac joints and she began to kneed and massage my bum.
Needless to say i opened my legs slightly.
As she was fluffing about with the towels i told her to forget them and just go with the flow.
She was very unsure about straying too far from her practised routine, but as i sighed and commented on how good her touch was she became more relaxed and daring.
Eventually her fingertips brushed against the moistening lips of my fanny, and with each stroke her moves became more sensual.
Whilst she worked on the back of my thighs, she through in the odd upward stroke that gently parted my fanny lips as her fingers ran from my fanny, over my anus and cheeks of my bum before descending back the way they came.
She kissed my bum as she said, "would madam like to turn over"?
Madam would love to i muttered as i shuffled onto my back.
Helen began my frontal massage by kissing me on the mouth and said "If madam's comfy, i'll begin"?
As she massaged and caressed my boobs, my nipples were rock hard and screaming out to be sucked.
She must have been telepathic, because within seconds she was biting, sucking and teasing my nipples with her tongue and teeth.
As i responded by reaching up to caress her boobs through her white tunic top her hand had sought out my fanny and her fingers had begun to explore the inner folds of skin which surrounded my prominent hood.
She asked if i wanted her to take her tunic off?
And the rest was my reply.
I watched as she un-popped the tunic's studs and reaching behind, unclipped her bra. Her breasts were full, but quite firm, her nipples were small and the blood had ripened them to the colour of raspberries.
Her waist was quite slender and as she eased her white trousers down over her buttocks i could see her fanny was completely shaven.
God did it feel good as i lay with her breast hanging an inch from my mouth as i caressed sucked and gorged on her nipples, whilst she in turn gently frigged me with her fingers.
All to soon she broke away and began to kiss her way down my stomach until she reached my fanny.
Breaking contact she moved to the foot of the table, parted my thighs and began to eat me. whilst her tongue flickered across my hood and across my lips she had her thumb exploring my quim and her forefinger easing its self into my anus.
I came, in a controlled way i hadn't experienced before, it was just as intense but without the shudders and instead of needing to be left alone while i slowly came down, i began to ride her fingers.
A second wave of orgasms erupted through me as she replaced her thumb with two or three fingers and began to touch every nerve in my fanny.
I could feel another orgasm building and lay gripping the towelling table cover as this time i did shudder to a stand still.
As i regained my bodily functions i suggested we swap over, but she said, another time, at the moment you just lay there and let me gently caress you as you come back down to earth.
After 10 minutes or so she kissed me on the mouth, reaching up i drew her to me and we snogged and caressed each other for some time.
Again i offered to massage her, but she said she wanted to be sure there'd be another time, so i owe her one.
After she'd gone i thought about her touch, the fact Paul wasn't there with his camera, and my looking forward to seeing her again.
I knew i'd have to be careful how i explained to Paul about her further lesson because he'd obviously go nuts if her thought i'd somehow acted improper with a student of his, even if she was 50 and had seduced me.
Obviously as im writing about it on here, all was resolved and as he wasn't there, felt as a one off, all was ok.
Helen will be great for my photo stories and after February will no longer be a student.
once again, hope you all have a safe and happy time over the holiday period and a lot of fun in 2012. Ann xxx