To set the stage, Michelle and I have worked together for seven years now. Even though she is ten years my senior she is a definite MILF at a slender 5"6', brown hair, green eyes, and supple B-cup breasts that seem to form the perfect cleavage every time. She is the kind of person that is always friendly with a smile that seems to make you feel good inside.

We would flirt from time to time but, even though she was single, I was married. "I ain't ever getting involved with a married man." She would say in her southern twang voice. Despite this, I always held an open invitation for lunch if she ever changed her mind. We were always friends first and foremost; always there to listen to the other. All of this, however, never prevented me from fantasizing about her every now and again.

As the years passed, my wife and I grew more and more apart, different paths in life and all that until finally we took the final step and filed for divorce. Even though it was amicable, I was still depressed over the whole thing.

A few months later, Michelle and I were talking in my office when she commented on how off I had seemed lately. After explaining everything to her she asked, "Is that lunch invite still open?" as she flashed me one of those wonderful smiles. "Of course." I said, feeling a little uncertain as to where this would go. "Great, but maybe we can make it for dinner instead?" Then the light bulb started to flicker to life, "Sure. I know this great hotel restaurant that serves Italian." I said to see how far she was willing to take this. "That sounds perfect." She said and got up to leave but not before leaning over and whispering, "And be sure to get a room."

After dinner we went back to the hotel room where Michelle was visibly surprised by the amount of effort I had put forth. In the Living Area of the room I had cleared the center of the room and setup a massage table complete with a head and armrest. Scattered throughout the room were candles and soft music completed the scene. "Looks like someone went all out." She says with a smirk.

I close the door behind us and said, "There is a robe in the bathroom for you to change into. When you are ready, you'll need to be face down on the table." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and quietly closed the door behind her while I quickly went through the bedroom and finished lighting the remaining candles. "I'm ready," I hear her say from the other room. As I re-enter the room I am taken a back, now it is my turn to be surprised. Instead of being tucked under the covers, as is the norm, I discover Michelle is lying face down on top of the covers in all her naked glory. Her gorgeous and perfectly apple-shaped ass greeting me; she was definitely aging gracefully.

I start the massage at her feet, slowly working her calves and the back of her thighs; she moans lightly as I ease the tension in her legs. As I massage her legs, I casually move to that perfectly shaped ass and Michelle responds with a long, sultry moan. I finish with one leg and then work on the other in the same manner before moving to her back. As I work the knots in her shoulders and neck, her hand gently moves to the hard-on I've been sporting this whole time. Michelle gives it a firm squeeze before slowly stroking the length of my shaft through my pants. I bend over to lightly kiss the back of her neck and continue working her muscles. She slowly unzips my pants and fishes out my member for her viewing pleasure.

"Mmm, momma likes. Momma likes a lot," she says and then slips the head into her warm mouth. She swirls her tongue on the sensitive underside all the while slowly stroking my shaft. I forget about the massage all together and simply enjoy the moment.

Because of the headrest, Michelle couldn't go down the length of my shaft so instead she pulls me closer to her. But instead of moving closer, I start to slowly push the remainder of my dick into her mouth. Michelle softly moans as I reach the back of her throat before pulling back. She keeps one hand on my ass and firmly pulls me back to her while fondling my balls with the other. I start to slowly fuck her mouth when Michelle starts to gently scrape her teeth against my dick as it moves in and out. I keep the pace; steadily building up to what I hope is the first of many loads for the night.

I warn her of the impending explosion and she pulls me towards her with both hands, gobbling up my dick, and starts to do something I have only read about. With Michelle deep throating me with half my dick down her throat I start to feel a pulsing squeeze. She has such control over her gag reflex that she can simulate swallowing my dick. I manage to fight the urge to cum for a whole thirty seconds before letting loose shot after shot of hot cum down her throat. After the last shot, I pull out slightly leaving only the head in her mouth and Michelle milks my shaft to make sure she gets every last drop. She kisses the head of my dick before letting out a satisfied sigh and settling back down for the rest of her massage.

To be continued....