Helping Margaret

"Excellent!" Margaret cheered.

Margaret sat her empty glass on our kitchen sink, and gave mom another good-bye hug.

I walked into the living room where all of our unpacked boxes were sitting and located my 'Massage' box, and fished-out a bottle of Massage oil, a couple of candles, and my little portable stereo that had a 'Natures Sounds" CD already in it.

"Ready?" Margaret asked as she took hold of my right hand with her left. She had a very seducing smile.

"Let's do this!" I said. My heart was beating fast.

"Alright, you two have fun. I hope he can make you feel better!" Mom said. "I'm gonna unpack a little bit more, and then take a shower, and I think I'll order Chinese for us tonight." Mom said. "Margaret, dear, if you'd like to join us for some Chinese food later, we'd love to have you."

"Oh that sounds marvelous!" Margaret cheered.

"Wonderful! Ok, I'll see you two in a bit!"

"Ok Mr. David, it's time for you to make me feel better..." Margaret gave my hand a squeeze and led me out the door to her apartment across the hall.

*****

A few moments later, I was standing inside of Margaret's apartment. She had a very cozy place. She already had some scented candles burning. The lights were all dimmed.

As I looked around, she cheerfully asked, "So, how do you like my little home?"

"Absolutely stunning!" I said.

She had her apartment set up like something you'd see out of a magazine. Everything appeared brand new.

"Well, first off, welcome to my home!" She said, giving me another hug. There was no kiss on the neck this time. Instead, she gave me a little nibble on my right earlobe. And that sent shivers down my spine.

"You don't mind if I'm a little bit playful, do you?" She giggled.

"Not at all." I giggled back. I was a bit nervous, but something about her made me feel quite comfortable. She made me feel 'at home'.

"Would you like a beer, or a glass of wine?" She asked as she opened her refrigerator.

"I'm not much of a beer drinker." I said. "Chardonnay would be great if you have any."

Her refrigerator was huge. It was twice as big as ours.

The entire bottom door shelf was stocked up with ten different bottles of wine. The next two shelves up were stocked with several different types of beer.

"Wow! I didn't know you were a drinker!" I said.

"Well, I enjoy wine, and occasionally a beer. But only on the weekends. And today is Saturday. But I also keep a stock in case I have company, like right now!" She smiled.

Margaret retrieved a brand new unopened bottle of Chardonnay from her refrigerator and sat it on the counter.

"Now then, I just need to get a couple of wine glasses for us, and the corkscrew opener." She said.

I watched as she found a corkscrew opener in one of her many kitchen drawers, and then she reach up and opened a cupboard that was full of wine glasses. As she did so, her nice plump ass wiggled. I couldn't help but stare. She really had a nice ass. The pants she was wearing were not tight, but they were snug. And her ass made a near perfect well rounded globe.

She was spending way more time that necessary to get a couple wine glasses. I was sure she was trying to give me a little show.

"Ah, here were go!" She turned around with two expensive looking wine glasses in her hands.

"As you could see, that cupboard is full of different wine glasses. Many different sizes and shapes. These two glasses right here are my favorites. I only use these when I have special company, or a special occasion." She said.

"So, which am I? Special company, or special occasion?" I asked with a grin.

"Well, my dear, right now, I consider you very special company. However, I'm thinking this might turn into a very special occasion as well. What do you think?" She winked at me.

"Well, we shall see, won't we?" I said with a grin. I'm sure I had a look up lust in my eyes. My cock was already starting to twitch and harden.

Margaret returned to the task of opening the bottle. She was pushing and twisting the corkscrew opener, which caused her lovely ass to wiggle even more. I was loving this. And she was taking her sweet time. I knew she was doing all of this for me.

Then, with a loud 'POP!', she'd finally succeeded in opening the bottle.

Although the wine was already refrigerator cold, I still always preferred an ice cube in my glass of wine.

"Oh, no problem dear!" She said while she went back to the freezer and got a couple ice cubes.

"Actually, I think I'll put a couple cubes in mine as well." She giggled.

With the way her kitchen was shaped, when you first walked in, there was a nice L-shaped bar, with two low-lit lights hanging down, and two wonderfully scented candles burning at each end of the bar. The bar ended where her dishwasher was positioned, and then there was the sink, the countertop, and then the huge refrigerator. And above all of this were several cupboards.

The little bar itself was probably six feet long, with three very comfortable barstools. For no particular reason, I sat on the middle stool. And Margaret walked over with our glasses of wine and sat down next to me on my right.

"Here's yours." She smiled as she handed me my wine.

"Thank you my new neighbor friend!" I smiled.

"Well then, let's have a Toast, to our new friendship!" She held up her glass and smiled.

"And, a Toast to making you feel better again!" I said while we both clinked our glasses together.

"Well, I for one, have no doubts that you'll make me feel much better tonight!" Again, she winked.

*****

Margaret and I sat there and became consumed in our conversation. Every time one of our glasses needed a refill, she immediately got up and refilled it. She was very hospitable and friendly.

We laughed and we joked about anything and everything. And her laugh was so very infectious!

Here I was, a 21 year old masseur, joking and laughing with my new next-door neighbor, who's older than my mom.

I have to admit, this woman was fascinating. She was beautiful. Her hair flowed down just past her shoulders. Her hair was glowing and inviting. And I could smell her intoxicating, arousing perfume.

Her smile never seemed to stop. Her glow, her persona, seemed like it flowed forever in an array of cheerfulness.

"Well, Mr. David, this is just a splendid time with you!" She giggled as she took another sip of her wine.

"Well, I must agree!" I laughed.

We'd probably been sitting there for close to an hour. I'd lost track of the time.

Margaret took another sip of her wine, and leaned forward. Her lips were nearly touching mine.

Her face was right next to mine. I could smell her breath. Her breath even smelled like an arousing perfume.

I also leaned forward.

Our lips did touch for a second. And then she fell back. She was tipsy. I could tell.

"Oh my, Mr. David!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry! I must've gotten carried away!" Margaret laughed, leaning back on her barstool.

As Margaret lean back, I lean forward, and my lips touched hers.

"Oh no! I must be getting carried away too!" I laughed.

"This is too funny!" She laughed.

"What's too funny?" I asked.

"Well, just lean forward again." She said.

We both leaned forward.

Our faces were close, and I could again smell her breath. Her breath actually smelled like candy. And her breast were hanging close to my arms.

"This is what's funny!" She said.

"What's funny? You keep saying something is funny, but what is funny?" I asked again.

"Well, here I am, leaning forward, with my lips puckered up, ready for a kiss. That's what funny!" She laughed.

"Oh, so I should lean a little more forward, like this?" I said, leaning forward. My lips were now nearly touching hers.

"Yep, you should lean forward just like that. However, you're still too far away!" She laughed.

So I leaned forward just a bit more. At this point, our lips were just an inch or two way from each other.

The space closed in, and finally our lips touched.

It was a warm and wet sensation.

Our lips touched, and then separated, and our tongues finally met. It was just a touch at first, but then our tongues starting dancing together. Margaret let out a small moan.

Our tongues continues to tangle for a few moments before our kiss finally broke off.

Margaret leaned back.

"Well, I definitely think we're off to a good start for a good evening!" She giggled as she brought her glass of wine to her lips.

"Well I must agree! That was quite nice, and quite unexpected!" I said.

"Ha!" She exclaimed. "Unexpected huh?"

"Well..." I said, and then she leaned forward and shoved her tongue into my mouth again.

Our tongues once again danced and tangled, until she finally pulled out.

"So, are we making a little progress on this friendship?" She asked as she took in a deep breath.

"I think we should get started on your massage." I said.

*****

Margaret led me down the hall to her bedroom. Her bedroom was very cozy, with a few art and nature paintings hanging on the walls, a couple of candles, one on each nightstand. Her bed was indeed large. It was a King, with a large wooden headboard, with shelves and a large mirror.

"I see you've got candles, and I've got some as well." I said, holding one of mine out to her.

"Mmmm, smells good!" She said as she held them up to her nose.

"I'll be right back." She said as she walked back out.

"Here we go." She returned with two more candle holders and sat them down on the nightstand and then proceeded to light up the candles that I'd brought.

My candles were extremely potent, and within a few minutes, the room had the aroma of a rose bed.

"Ah, this is nice." She smiled.

"I think you'll like this too." I said as I sat my small stereo on the floor, plugged it in and pushed 'play'."

Soft nature music began to pour out of the speakers, and both Margaret and I smiled.

"Well now, aren't you the charmer!" She giggled.

"Nah, not really. Candles, music, and oil are all part of the package."

"Well, I don't think I need to tell you that I do want you to massage me, but I also want you to fuck me..." She said as she leaned forward and gave me a very passionate kiss.

We kissed for nearly two minutes before the kiss broke off.

"I was kind of guessing that. I just didn't know when." I grinned.

"But first, my back is still sore and does need some attention, as do my other parts." She said as she removed her shirt.

I stood there and watched as Margaret took her shirt off, exposing a sexy black lace bra. She then turned around and asked me to unhook it. Which I happily did so.

Once it was unhooked, she let it drop to the floor, and covered her nipples with her hands and turned back to face me.

"Are you ready to see them?" She giggled.

"Oh hell yes I'm ready..." I said.

Margaret pulled her hands away, exposing a very lovely set of tits.

"Ta-da!" She exclaimed.

"These are 42DD, do you like what you see?" She asked with a very mischievous, seducing grin.

"Do I like them? I love them!" I exclaimed, reaching out and cupping them in my hands.

Margaret's boobs were absolutely stunning. I've always loved big boobs, and hers were just right. Her tit flesh was very warm and soft, so very inviting. Her nipples were a combination of dark pink and purple, and were probably close to three inches in diameter. They both hardened immediately.

Margaret reached up and rubbed her thumbs along the top of my hands as I continued to gently squeeze her boobs.

"Come here sweetie." She said, pulling me closer to her.

She reached up and put her right hand behind my neck and gently pulled my mouth down to her luscious boobs.

I could tell she was wearing perfume, or some deodorant underneath her boobs as well, as a sweet aroma poured out and went straight into my nostrils, causing my cock to twitch.

As I licked and sucked on her nipples, Margaret let out a few moans of her own. Although my head was several inches away from her pussy, I could smell her arousal. And it was intoxicating.

I must've spent a little too much time licking and sucking on her left nipple, as she gently pushed my head over towards her right one.

"The other one is getting jealous..." she giggled.

As I started sucking on her right nipple, I started to lower my left and, finding the zipper of her pants. But Margaret had other plans.

"You'll get that later honey. For now, I want you to work on my back..." She teased.

*****

A few minutes later, Margaret was laying in her bed on her stomach, topless. She didn't remove her black lace panties.

'Such a tease!' I thought to myself.

"You're probably thinking I'm a tease..." She said.

"You're probably thinking correctly." I answered.

"Don't you worry sweetie, I promise you, it will all be worth it." She said.

With the bedroom lights turned off, and the two candles that I'd brought now burning their romantic glow, it was now time to turn on my little stereo.

We now had the room in the perfect setting for a beautifully romantic, soothing, relaxing massage. And I was going to do everything I could work this woman into a sexual frenzy.

The candles provided the perfect lighting, with their flames flickering from side to side, and the perfect aroma flowing throughout the room.

I reached for my bottle of Massage Oil, and warned Margaret that it might feel a little cool at first, but it would warm up quickly.

At this point, my cock was hard.

Here I was, sitting on her bed, with her laying there in front of me, naked all except for her panties. Her thicker arms, and thick thighs were such a beautiful sight. And her ass, even though it was still covered by her black lace panties, I still wanted to just shove my tongue in between those two beautiful globes.

"Don't worry about it being a little cold, I totally trust you." She said as she wiggle her ass cheeks for me.

I took a deep breath, and then reached down to work my magic.

*****

Within a few minutes, I had Margaret's entire backside covered in this massage oil.

Her body glistened and glowed to the slow flickering of the candle light, and the nature music seemed to flow through the room like a slow ocean wave.

I wasn't sure exactly where to start the massage. Her entire body looked delicious and inviting. But I did want to sooth her lower back pain, so that's where I started.

At first touch, Margaret's whole body jerked.

"Woah!" She screeched. "Sorry sweetie, I guess I wasn't totally ready!" She giggled.

I also giggled.

"Ok then, are you ready?" I asked.

"Mmmm. I think I am!" She moaned.

I lowered my hands down to her lower back, just inches away from the crack of her lovely ass.

Slowly I worked my hands all over her lower back, occasionally letting my thumbs sneak down underneath her panties to her upper butt crack, . Every time I did this, Margaret's body would jerk and shudder.

I continued to rub and work my fingers into her lower back muscles. And she continued to let out little moans and whimpers.

"How is this feeling so far?" I asked her."

"Oh baby, it's Heaven. You don't even know!" She moaned.

After a few minutes of this, I could tell that her lower back muscles were starting to loosen up, so I decided to start massaging her upper back and neck and shoulders.

As I worked her upper back muscles, I decide to try and work my way under her arms, directly into her armpits. I have to admit, I have a little fetish with a woman's armpits. I like the smell of a woman's body odor, as long as it's mixed in with some deodorant.

Margaret seemed to enjoy this, as she moved her thick arms higher up, towards her head.

I worked on her lower back and worked her armpits for several minutes. I could feel that she kept her armpit hairs trimmed, but not shaved. There was a little stubble, which I loved to feel.

Margaret let out a few more moans.

"I think you're liking this..." I said quietly.

"You have no idea..." She moaned again.

The smell of the room at this point was a mixture of the both the candles I'd brought, as well as her pussy scent. I could smell her. It was undeniable. I couldn't wait to get a taste of her pussy.

As the Nature music continued to flow through the room, along with Margaret's occasional groans of pleasure, I started to work on the sides of her rib cage and her boobs. Again she jerked.

"Careful there tiger! I'm a bit sensitive!" She said.

I stopped with my hands, and leaned down to her neck, and gave her a small kiss.

"Maybe we should work on your front." I said.

"I think you're right..." She moaned.

Margaret slowly rolled over. This was truly a beautiful sight. Her enormous boobs flopped around and jiggled, as did her lovely big ass.

Once she was settled and comfortable, I bent down again for another kiss. Margaret didn't hesitate. Her tongue quickly went into my mouth, and we held onto a deep, warm passionate kiss for nearly two minutes. And again, my right hand found her inner right thigh, and started working its way towards her pussy. I just had to touch it. I wanted to stick my fingers in her, and then bring them to my nose and get a good smell of her sex.

"Not just yet baby." Margaret said as she reached down and pulled my hand away.

"I want you to start with my feet." She whispered into my ear.

I was a little bit frustrated, but I wanted to give her what she wanted. So, I positioned myself at her feet. And truly, I've never seen a better pair of women's feet.

Her toenails were painted dark red. Her feet were a bit fat, but I liked this. The sheer plumpness of them was an extreme turn-on.

"Suck on them sweetie. Suck on my toes a little bit." She said as she wiggled her toes three inches in front of my face.

I started with her left foot, beginning with her big toe, and working my way to all of her other toes. I licked and sucked them, and Margaret continued to moan and her body continued to jerk and shudder. I didn't know she had a foot fetish, but I liked it.

Within a few minutes, she pulled her left foot out of my mouth and replaced it with her right foot, which was equally as nice. This continued for a few minutes until she pulled that foot away as well, and then she spread her legs wide apart.

"I want you to smell me baby..." She said quietly. "I want you to have a smell of my pussy."

*****

I leaned up, still tasting her toes in my mouth. It was actually a rather pleasant taste, not bad at all.

I looked down, and Margaret had her legs spread wide open. Although she was a plus-sized and thicker woman, she didn't have any fat rolls. Her body portions were all kept with good tact.

I looked down and could see her panties were soaked. And her pussy scent was wafting directly into my nostrils.

"Come here mister!" She growled, pulling my head down towards her heavenly place.

I took a huge breath, and I nearly came inside my pants.

I could smell her aroma, and it was beautiful.

The room was only lit by the two candles that I'd brought, so I couldn't see much, but from what I could tell, she was clean shaven. I couldn't really tell just yet. These black laced panties were thin, but they were not a thong.

"Sweetie, I want you to take a huge breath, I want you to smell how much you turn me on!" She moaned.

And I did, I inhaled as much as I could. And her smell was so intoxicating. I could feeling the pre-cum leaking out of my cock.

"That's right, smell my pussy..." She groaned some more.

With my face less than an inch from her soaked pussy, Margaret brought her hips upwards, trying to push her pussy into my face.

I reached up and took hold of her panties, and started to pull them down.

Margaret quickly pushed my hands away.

"Not yet baby. My panties are soaked. I want you to suck the juices out of my panties. I want you to run your tongue all over my panties." She said while still pushing her hips up into my face.