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Touch Starvation — 2

Feast

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Touch Starvation — 1

Famine

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Yoko held my gaze for a moment and then leaned into me, pressing her chest against mine.

“It’s $200 an hour,” she murmured into my ear.

Knowing I wanted to try absolutely everything that this young lady offered, and that I wanted plenty of time to experience it, I took out the 5 $100 bills I had stashed.

“Two hours and a tip for you, my dear,” I told her.

Her eyes lit up, “Oh, yes. I will take very good care of you. I’ll be right back.”

She left the room, presumably to give Granny her cut and stash the rest.

With the pleasant surprise of Yoko's beauty, my arousal could no longer be contained. My cock was throbbing as I waited for the gorgeous woman to return.

I didn’t have to wait for long as Yoko popped back in to find me still sitting. She took my hands and pulled me to my feet.

“We need to get ready for the shower,” she giggled, pulling her top over her head to reveal the most perfect tits I have ever seen. C-cups, they stood firm and proud, her nipples stiff with excitement. Turning away, she lowered her skirt, exposing her tiny bottom and her lack of panties. She wiggled her ass provocatively as I stood stunned.

Turning back to me, she knelt and pulled my boxers down, barely avoiding my swelling cock as he sprang free.

“Oh my, he’s ready to go,” Yoko laughed before capturing the tip in her mouth. She sucked me deeper and I groaned from feeling a mouth on my dick for the first time in decades.

Perhaps aware that I wouldn’t last very long, Yoko only bobbed on my tool for a few moments before standing up. She grabbed a couple of towels, handed me one and wrapped the other around her midsection. I wrapped my waist and followed her out of the room a short way down the hallway. We entered a fully tiled room with a table covered in waterproof padding and a large sink.

Yoko hung our towels on some hooks and adjusted the water temperature while I watched her glorious body.

Using a large plastic dipper, she rinsed and warmed the table with several dowses of warm water. After placing a clean towel for my face, she directed me to lie face down. I climbed up onto the slippery surface and spread out.

The water was the perfect temperature as she rinsed my back, bottom, and legs several times. After a brief pause, I felt her pour some soapy liquid onto me, rubbing vigorously to build up a lather. She washed my back, moving down my body to my buttocks and then between my cheeks.

I doubt my asshole has ever been so clean after Yoko thoroughly scrubbed me, getting at least 1 knuckle deep. She continued down my legs to complete the back wash.

As sensual as it was, it was nothing compared to what happened next. Yoko climbed up on the table and lay on top of me! She slid her nakedness across me, pressing those gorgeous tits into my body. Maintaining full body-to-body contact, the gorgeous woman squirmed all over me, the soapy water providing excellent lubrication. My touch hunger was certainly being well-fed now.

After several glorious minutes of this exquisite motion, I was saddened when Yoko climbed down again. Several dumps of warm water rinsed me clean. I was slightly disappointed that the shower was over. Until she directed me to roll over, that is. Turning on my back, my cock stood at full attention.

Again, several rinses preceded Yoko soaping and scrubbing me. Not surprisingly, she spent extra time making sure my cock and balls were pristine. And when she climbed up on the table with me to press those magnificent breasts into my chest, pinning my rock-hard shaft between our bodies, I almost exploded.

Fortunately, I was able to refrain while she slid and rubbed herself over my body. Even when she slid down and captured my rigid tool between her soapy tits and started bouncing up and down. I was almost 60 years old and was experiencing my first titty-fuck! Who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?

After several ecstatic minutes of this wonderful delight, Yoko slid off and rinsed us both down. This time, the table shower really had finished. She assisted me off of the treacherously slippery table and gave us both a final rinse with a handheld spray head.

We took turns drying each other before wrapping up and returning to the little massage room.

When we returned, she put me on my back on the towel covered table and climbed on top of me once again.

“Soft touch,” she whispered to me as she began to tease my body. Holding herself up, she swept my chest with her hanging hair, causing nerve endings to fire all across my skin. I also felt her engorged nipples lightly grazing against me, further enhancing the sensations. Hair and nipples teased down my body, until the beautiful masseuse reached my throbbing erection.

All the soft touching ended as she began to give me a porno-quality blowjob. I could only groan as she slurped me down. Her professional throat was able to take me fully and, another first in my life, I felt her face pressing firmly against my pelvis. After holding a moment, she resumed the motion, nodding up and down rapidly.

Yoko 's skill at cocksucking was incredible. She could always detect when I would get closer to exploding and change techniques to keep me right on the edge. Changing from deep throat to gentle licks, switching from my shaft to my balls, it was a blowjob for the ages.

The sexy woman took me deeply into her throat and I noticed an odd reduction of the sensation. When Yoko pulled up and off of me, I saw she had rolled a condom down my shaft using only her mouth. I had never even imagined such a thing was possible. Yet another first for an old man.

She crawled back up my body to deeply kiss me. With her tongue deep in my mouth, I felt her impale her pussy on my cock.

It seemed like my feast was only just beginning. My touch starvation had been quenched, and now it was time for my lust to be unleashed.

To be continued —

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