Thirteen years ago, I (29) was seeing a massage therapist after a car accident. She was in her mid-30s, into homeopathic remedies, had a calming voice, and possessed a nurturing persona.

After a few sessions, the conversations became comfortable, we opened up more about our personal lives, flirted, and felt a mutual attraction. I had a massage scheduled for December 30th and texted to let her know that I needed to cancel due to some work obligations. She was understanding and wished me a Happy New Year. “Any big plans tomorrow night?” She asked. I mentioned that my wife was going to be out of town with her friends so I was probably keeping it low key - it had come up during our sessions that my marriage wasn’t on the greatest terms. “Well, you’re welcome to join me for ice cream and a movie if you want.” She offered. So I accepted her invite.

When I arrived at her home in South Minneapolis the next night, she was wearing a black dress and greeted me with a hug. She was about 5’7, green eyes, shoulder-length brown hair, fair skin, and a thin figure. She was attractive in an understated way, wearing no makeup but possessing natural beauty. And her eyes were insightful and inquisitive, as if she could see right through you.

“I hope you like vanilla.” And with that she handed me a bowl of ice cream. We sat on her living room couch and began to watch Back to the Future. As we watched, we talked about life, plans for the next year, and eventually the conversation circled back to my marriage. “What’s missing?” Have you tried therapy?” “What do you think she is doing tonight?”

At one point, while answering one of her questions, she casually started rubbing her hand over my pants. I was taken aback but kept talking. “How does that make you feel?” She asked as I watched her begin to unzip my jeans. Again, I found myself surprised but also fascinated and turned on by the scenario so I kept talking as my cock hardened.

And then she scooped a final spoonful of ice cream, “you should definitely tell her how you feel.” And with that she dipped her head and wrapped her cold lips around my cock. I sighed in awe, gently pulling her hair back as I watched her suck. The sensation of cold ice cream and her warm tongue against my shaft felt incredible. “Fuck” I whispered as she looked up at me and winked. She kept sucking in a slow, sensual motion as I placed my palm on her cheek.

She finally lifted her head and kissed me. At first the kiss was slow and intimate, but it quickly became electric as we both felt our raw desires taking over. I kissed her hard and lifted her up onto my lap. She pulled out her breasts and I began sucking on her hard nipples. As I grabbed her ass I realized that she was pantyless and pulled her close. I felt the tip of my cock grazing against her pussy as we kept making out. She finally rested her hips on mine as my dick slid into her.

She exhaled with pleasure as the fucking began. Her hips working against mine as she worked every inch of my cock. She removed her dress and kept riding me, rubbing her clit as we kept fucking. She started to convulse in ecstasy, pulling my cock out as she gushed all over me. But I wasn’t ready to be done…

I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen table. I laid her down on her back and started fucking her hard. Our bodies were drenched in sweat as I began driving into her with all of my energy and strength. I NEEDED to cum so bad. I grabbed her throat with one hand and her waist with the other as I pressed in deeper and faster until I finally released.

“I’m glad you had that much resilience.” She said with a playful smile. And with that we returned to the couch for more ice cream and the movie credits.