Before going further, if you guys haven’t read my past story, please read it here, ‘Special massage for a Widow.’
After posting my story for a few months, I didn’t receive any messages, and I thought I would never get one. Then, in April 2023, I received an email from a lady saying, “Your story was very nice. I liked it.” Nothing more than this line.
I thought maybe the lady was very reserved, so I didn’t reply, thinking it wouldn’t work out with her. A couple of days later, I received another email from her saying, “I have a doubt about your story.”
I replied, “Sure, I’m open to any questions. Feel free to ask anything.” Within the next hour, I got an email from her with her Telegram ID.
Me: Hi, this is Maddy.
Her: Hello, this is Veena. Thanks for your message.
Me: No, I’m thankful for your Telegram ID. Tell me, Veena, what doubt did you have about my previous story?
Veena: You mentioned you had sex 3 times with Nidhi. Did you cum thrice that day?
Me: Yeah, it’s true. I can prove it (smile icon). Nah, just kidding—I came twice. The last session was just sucking and 69 position. She insisted that I stay the night, but I was afraid to stay longer as it was already past 7 p.m.
Veena: How many times did Nidhi cum?
Me: Twice.
Veena: Is the 69 position good?
Me: Yeah, it is. Haven’t you ever tried it with your husband or boyfriend?
Veena: Hmm, I was married to a conservative guy. He didn’t know how to satisfy a woman (cry emoji). And a year ago, my husband died in an accident.
Me: I’m very sad to hear your story. When your husband was alive, he couldn’t satisfy you, and now you don’t have a husband at all.
Veena: Hmm.
Me: Have you been with anyone else after your husband died?
Veena: No, I’m too afraid to try, and I’m a very shy girl.
Me: Why are you afraid? It depends on who you form a relationship with—like a long-lasting one or an NSA.
Veena: NSA?
Me: No Strings Attached. This means that after the meeting is over, no communication is made again, and you don’t stay in touch with them.
Veena: Wow! That sounds interesting. Have you had anyone like this?
Me: Yeah, that was my previous experience with Nidhi. I never contacted her again, even if she messaged me from time to time.
Veena: That’s great of you. Nowadays, it’s very hard to find someone like you.
Me: Yeah, but you found me (smiling face).
Me: By the way, where are you located?
Veena: Hyderabad.
Me: Wow, I also stay in Hyderabad!
There was no reply from her for an hour. I thought she wouldn’t message again.
Veena: I’m very stressed nowadays. Can you give me a nice massage?
Me: Definitely, and I’ll make sure you’re stress-free after the session.
Veena sent her house address and asked me to visit on Saturday at 7 p.m.
I said okay and asked if it was safe at her house.
Veena: Yeah, I stay alone in the house, and we’re in individual houses in a gated community.
Me: okay.
For the next three days, we didn’t have any other communication. On Saturday morning, I messaged her: “Hi Veena, is everything okay?”
Veena: Not okay until you give me a nice massage (smile icon).
Me: Wait for a few more hours, baby.
Veena: Come a little earlier if you can.
Me: Okay.
I purchased massage oil, room spray, chocolates, and wine. I reached her place by 5 p.m. and messaged her. She asked security to allow me in. I rang the doorbell. She opened the door, and I was awestruck seeing her. She invited me in, asked me to sit on the sofa, and offered me coffee.
Coming to the point, I was awestruck—she was very fair-skinned, wearing a black saree. I could see her navel, and her blouse was a little short, so her upper breasts were slightly visible. She looked chubby and appeared to be around 28–32 years old.
About me—I’m 33 years old, fair in complexion, and have a slight tummy. After drinking coffee, I asked her where we could do the massage. She took me to the bedroom.
I arranged towels on the mattress so it wouldn’t get stained. I asked Veena to stand in front of me, held both her hands, and encouraged her to feel free, stay relaxed, and not worry about anything. “Enjoy your time from now on,” I said. She smiled and replied, “These words are so nice to hear. Thank you.”
I asked her to remove her saree and blouse, lie face down, and call me when she was ready. I also changed into a T-shirt and shorts. I went in after a couple of minutes, and she was ready. Her back was fully exposed as she wasn’t wearing a bra, and she wore black panties.
She had a big ass. “Okay, feel free and comfortable, Veena. I’m going to start slowly. Let me know if you don’t like anything.”
I poured some oil on her back and started massaging it. Then, I spread her legs so I could move my hands freely while massaging her legs and thighs. I rubbed her legs, moving my hands up to her panties.
I did this a few times and then asked her, “Are you comfortable removing your panties? I need continuous hand movement, and because of the panties, I slow down when I reach your thighs to avoid staining them. Also, do you want your buttocks massaged?”
She said yes, moved her legs closer, and asked me to remove her panties. Now I spread her legs again, and I could slightly see her pussy. I started massaging her legs, and my hands almost touched her buttocks. The first time my hand brushed near her pussy and buttocks, she flinched slightly.
I asked, “Are you okay?”
She replied, “Yeah, double okay.”
I poured oil on her buttocks and the crevice between them. The oil slowly dripped toward her pussy. Then I massaged and pressed her buttocks for some time. She said, “This feels very good.” She was getting wet, and I was getting erect.
I asked her to turn around. Her breasts were a bit large, maybe size 38. I said, “Your breasts look very attractive and big enough that I think I can only massage one at a time with both hands,” smiling.
I poured oil between her breasts and started massaging them. She moaned slightly. I asked her, “Is it okay if I remove my T-shirt so I can massage properly without staining it?” She said okay.
I sat above her head, moving my hands from the top of her breasts down to below her navel. While doing this, my body slightly touched hers, and my erect penis brushed against her face.
Later, I moved down and started massaging her legs, continuously brushing against her pussy. I slowly slid my fingers into her, and she started moaning, “Ahh, ahh.”
I fully inserted my fingers and massaged her pussy quickly. Her moaning intensified. While moaning, she said, “Hey darling, your penis is struggling to pop out. Let me help you take it out.”
I moved closer to her face. She pulled my dick out and started giving me a blowjob. I lay on top of her, gave her a deep French kiss, and while kissing, I rubbed my penis against her pussy.
She said, “Hey darling, it’s already late. Let your erection be inside me.”
I inserted it into her pussy and moved slowly to feel her. She said, “Darling, make it fast, make it fast.” I increased my speed, and her moaning grew louder.
I released my cum, kissed her, then pulled out and lay beside her. She didn’t say a word, and tears welled up in her eyes. I asked if everything was okay.
She wiped her tears and said, “All good. These tears are from happiness and satisfaction. I’ve never been satisfied like this before.” She liked how we started slowly with the massage before moving to sex rather than jumping straight into it.
She turned to my side, placed her leg over me, hugged me tightly, and gave me a gentle kiss. We both slept for an hour. We woke up at 8 p.m.
I will continue this story in the next episode, including what we did during the night. In the meantime, any feedback or requests from ladies are highly appreciated. Please email me at [email protected].