I was the resident masseuse at Crescent Haven and I guess you could say, I seen it all. When Ginger joined us she didn't seem like anything special, just another money grubbing widow. Well, that and the fact that she looked fabulous for being over 60. This wasn't your typical retirement spot, it was a place for the rich to go when they wanted all the luxuries of having a full staff but none of the headaches that came with running their own home. We did everything for these old people. Cleaned their apartments, cooked there meals, even offered night massage therapy. There was nothing they had to do for themselves.
You see I had been working here at Crescent Haven for the past 8 years, and you meet a lot of interesting people, including very lonely women. I say who cares if their all old and full of wrinkles, their boxes still feel just as good. And in the dark you can pretend your with anyone you like. I found myself envisioning Pamela Anderson Lee a lot. It never took me long to do my job when it was her face I seen in my head.
Ginger seemed right up my aisle. She had long slender legs, a great set of boobs and despite her age her ass was perfect. I knew it would only be a matter of time before she was going to be begging me to drop by her apartment. That's the great thing about my job, I get laid five days a week.
For months I would dream of the day Ginger would invite me into her place for more than just a massage. Every Thursday she would call down and see if I could drop in, before I left, to give her a full body rub down. I went every time. She would always be waiting for me in just a towel which barely covered her almost perfect, tanned body. As I'd rub her down my pants would bulge and my groin would ache hoping to get a little taste of what this old babe had to offer. Well I seemed to go home with nothing but my hand and a porno every single time.
My dream was vivid and I always had the same dream, night after night.... I would be lying in my bed half asleep when I would hear the door to my bedroom crack open. As I open my eyes I see Ginger standing there in a long, white, see through gown and thong panties underneath. With out a word she crawls into my bed and begins stroking me till I am hard to the touch. Then she lowers her head down and laps at me like she's licking a lollypop down to the stick. As I get ready to go over the edge, she stops and gets up pulling down the straps of her gown and letting it drop to the floor. I try to get up but she places her foot on my chest and pushes me back. All of sudden my dream changes and she is straddling me doggy style spanking my bottom. I always wake up right at that point and thank god because I don't think I really want to know how that would feel.
One Thursday morning after having the dream I went to work as usual. As I parked my car I caught her out on the terrace with a little pink bikini on which cut straight up her rounded ass and a pair of stilettos on her petite feet. I was amazed to feel myself getting excited just at the site of this woman. She sat down on her blanket which she had sprawled out, removed her top, exposing her nicely rounded breasts and perky nipples. Pulling out a bottle of tanning lotion she preceded to rub it all over her body leaving her breasts till last. I could see the enjoyment on her face as she massaged the lotion into her breasts, she looked around as she touched herself, then began to pinch her nipples till they were rock hard. She lowered herself down onto the blanket to soak up the warm sun shine. I was like a rock. I couldn't move it hurt so bad. I had to ease my pain before I headed into start my rounds.
That afternoon, as usual, she called down to request my services and as usual I went. She was totally nude this time when she opened her door to me. I was excited immediately and she pick right up on it. Ginger lead my into her kitchen where she pulled a can of Dream Whip out of the fridge, then lead my into her living room. I watched her tight butt shiver back and forth as she walked in front of me, making me crave for her even more. I wondered about the Dream Whip but whatever as long as I got some of that bottom.
Laying herself down onto the couch she spread her legs wide, revealing her bald, shimmering mound. Taking the can, she spread out a layer of the whipped cream like a thin layer of panty I had to work my way through. I got right down on my knees and began to enjoy my desert before having the entire meal. She rolled her eyes back into her head as she felt my tounge flip around. Her moaning quickly went into a low scream and her hips began to gyrate wildly. Grabbing my hair she pulled me up onto her and.....
My eyes flew open at the sound of the music coming from my alarm clock. I couldn't believe it! I had had another dream about that woman. The worse thing that morning was finding the wet pillow between my legs as I moved to crawl out of bed.