My first experience at an erotic massage parlor
I walk into the erotic massage parlor feeling a little excited. My boss Mihai (who is the same age as me) had surprised me with a gift for this place and I should have felt happy. However, Mihai loves practical jokes. So I don’t really know what to expect.
– My secretary scheduled the massage for you and paid for it in advance, including the tip, he told me, so relax and enjoy yourself. What’s most exciting is that the girls at this salon don’t wear anything under their dresses, so you can be sure of a happy ending.
*I hope the masseuse will actually be a woman,* I think as I enter.
– Can I help you? a 20-year-old girl behind the reception asked cheerfully.
– Yes, I’m Cosmin? I say nervously. I have an appointment for eleven o’clock.
– Yes, Mr. Cosmin. Your session is with Renatta, she tells me. Please follow me.
I enter through a door leading into the building and step into a hallway with industrial carpeting. Doors are lined up on either side and she beckons me inside one. It is a dark room that has a dim light. Soft music plays in the background and a low massage table sits in the middle of the room.
– Undress completely, including your underwear, she instructs me.
She points to a chair in a corner.
– You can put your clothes on the chair over there, she advises me.
After closing the door, he leaves.
I undress hurriedly and see my reflection in a clock hanging on the wall. Even though I need to lose twenty pounds, many people tell me that I still look good because of my blonde hair, blue eyes, and once muscular body. However, I am now 48, divorced and just recently joined a gym. I hope to return to the dating market.
Before I get on the massage table, I grab a towel and cover my rear. I don’t want you scaring the poor girl by fully exposing my bright white ass. Plus, the massage table I’m lying on has to be the lowest massage table in the world. In addition to being very low, it is also very wide. It has a built-in face support, so I tuck my face through the tissue surrounding it, close my eyes, and wait. My heart beats to the beat of the music as I wonder who and what awaits me.
The door opens with a sudden quiet sound, then closes tightly. I hear the shuffling sound of someone walking towards me, but I resist looking up.
I smell a hint of jasmine mixed with pineapple and feel a pair of soft female hands. Someone completely removes the towel covering my waist to fully expose my bare bottom. However, she rearranges the towel and puts it back on me so that it now covers my entire back.
She leans forward on the table and I can actually feel her knees touching my ribs as she presses her forearms firmly against my towel-covered spine. She starts near my shoulder blades and slowly moves down the towel to my ass. I take a few deep breaths as she puts her full weight on my body. My back cracks loudly a few times from her pressure and when one side is done, she moves away from the table, slowly moves to my other side and kneels next to me on that side again. She presses with measured pressure and I hear more pops coming from behind me, but I feel relaxed.
Done with that, he turns to the other side, giving me time to take a deep breath. Pull the towel down to expose my back and shoulders and kneel back in the same position. Now she massages the skin on my hands with oil. I feel his bare forearms on my shoulder blades and back. Her elbows follow. She does each part with the same methodical movements and I feel the sleeves of her silk dress touch my skin. What the hell. I close my eyes and let out a contented sigh. She moves away from the table, steps to the other side, kneels next to me and, using her elbows and forearms, releases the tension on the other side of my body as well.
Now I understand why the table is so low and wide. It’s easier for him to put his body weight on my back.
The soft background music changes to a new song and I feel the towel being ripped from my ass. He elbows my glutes and rubs extra oil on the backs of my legs. I feel his soft hands exploring my thighs. I’m half asleep from being so relaxed, but now, as her fingers push and pull and circle the backs of my legs, I feel my member go rigid beneath me. She pulls my legs and her fingers rub the muscles below my groin and within inches of my scrotum. Does he realize what he’s doing, I wonder? My heart races as he stops, shifts his position and is now using his forearms on my ass as if trying to smooth my ass. Her silk dress feels somewhat erotic as it brushes against my skin.
– Is this your first time here? I hear her asking me.
Her voice definitely sounds feminine.
– Yes, I answer. What’s your name?
– Renatta.
– I’m Cosmin.
– Ahh, Cosmin, she repeated.
Then after a few seconds I add:
– My boss, Mihai, comes here often.
– Ah, Mihai, do you know Mihai?
– Yes. I, um, work for him.
– Ahh.
He flicks his hands under my hip bones again and just as he touches my hairy pubic area, he stops. He does this over and over and over, making me squirm. Her fingers are so close to my stiff cock that I almost want to scream.
After she’s done with that part, she pats my legs, encouraging me to spread them more on the table, so I obey. Then he caresses my bottom and helps me lift my bottom up in the air. I pull my face out of the holder and push myself up onto my elbows. My testicles hang loose but she doesn’t mind. I feel his fingers exploring my inner thighs. She expertly presses two pressure points near my testicles and holds the tension for 20 seconds before finally releasing. I blush as her silk dress accidentally touches my balls. The smooth, silky dress feels like heaven.
He caresses my bottom, motioning for me to lower my bottom.
I obey his command and put my face back into the face holder. There is a soft thud as she moves towards my head. I can hear the oil running from the bottle and feel his warm, oily hands on my neck. He gently massages my neck over and over with both hands and then leans forward. Her mouth is so close to my right ear.
– Are you hot? she whispers.
My eyes swell. At first I can’t say a word. Am I hot? Yes, I’m hot. But is that really what he meant?
– Yes, I admit as my heart continues to beat a hundred miles a second.
She moves away from the table and I lift my face to the side to look at her. Is she going to undress? Instead, I see a young 30-year-old woman in a loose dress walk up to the wall and flip a switch. The sound of a ceiling fan above me starts humming and I feel like a fool.
I turn my face to the stand. Oh gosh. What an idiot I am, I decide. I blush shamefully. She wanted to know if I was hot, not if I was hot. How shameful.
However, I was able to get a good look at her pretty face as she looked at me. She is pleasant with long dark hair and a delicate smile. I wonder what she looks like under that dress? Is it really empty?
She massages my neck and shoulders very professionally over and over again.
God Mihai succeeded once again when he arranged my meeting with Renatta. I’m glad she’s not a guy, but as far as the happy ending goes, she seems too professional. She’s probably the only girl here who will NOT provide a happy ending, I decide.
Renatta moves away again and I hear her move in the direction of my feet.
I hear her shake the bottle of massage oil and then I hear another sound. Does that material fall off easily? I have big eyes. Was that her dress? Did he take it down? No, it can’t be. Renatta was by my feet where the towel rack is. A towel must have dropped. That’s it. I can feel the fabric being put on my bottom to cover it. Yes, that’s exactly it, I decide.
She bends one of my legs and using her fingers, Renatta tortures the tension at the bottom of my leg. Her fingers dig into my sole so it feels painful. He does the same to my other leg and I’m about to shout a safety word when I feel him pull the towel off my bottom. Phew, at least the sole torture stopped. My bare ass is now exposed to the world.
I hear the towel fall to the floor. A creak as Renatta climbed back onto the massage table behind me. He puts my legs together and then climbs on top of me. I feel his warm bare skin touching the outside of my legs, skin to skin. Hmm, that feels good. She works my bottom and lower back using her elbows, then moves in to work my hips and finally her hands move up my spine from my tailbone to my neck. Again and again. Mmm, that feels amazing.
Renatta then leans forward and puts her hands on either side of my neck and, using her knees, walks up my buttocks. She maintains that position on my back and I can feel her long hair tickling my neck and smell her sweet jasmine-pineapple scent. She rests her face next to mine and I feel like I’m in heaven.
She continues to use both of her knees to put pressure on my lower back and even kicks. I feel her bare feet gently slap the back of my bare feet. Then, out of the blue, she lowers herself and lies on top of me.
She holds this position for over a minute and I can feel the heat of her entire body on mine. Her bare skin over my bare skin feels hot and so does the kiss on the back of my neck. He tightens my erection beneath me and I feel a shiver go from my ears to my toes. Wait, is that a pubis on my bare ass? It’s her pubic hair. Her vagina is rubbing my ass, I decide. I swallow in sec.
He slides his oily body against mine and I feel his thick nipples tickle my back as they slide up and down. She slowly repeats the skin-to-skin motion over ten times, her pussy rubbing against my ass. God, I feel like I’m about to ejaculate. Even more erotic: I feel her toes pushing up my inner thighs as her pussy rubs against me. Her big toe almost makes contact with my cock. When I think I can take no more of this stimulation, she repositions the towel and for some reason Renatta folds the towel over the back of my head. It’s kind of a death of passion and I wonder what the hell.
However, I get carried away. The towel makes everything nice and dark, I decide.
She sits in a reverse cowgirl position on my bare ass and I feel Renatta rub her bare ass against mine, then bend down to knead my right leg. She massages my thighs with her fingers, then goes down to the back of my knee to my calf and then back up. When her hands return to the bottom of my legs, she playfully slaps my balls, lightly touching each one. Then he massages the back of my left leg as well, and the erotic sensation is almost painful for the erection I have underneath. I can’t take much more of this and I lightly touch her legs with my fingers, but her hands stop me.
– Turn around, she instructs me and gets off the massage table.
I try to turn around as fast as possible, hoping to see Renata’s pussy, but the folded towel trick slows me down enough. When I remove the towel from my face, Renatta’s back is turned and I see that she is wearing a g-string. Damn it. My heart sinks, but she turns and smiles. I love her topless look. As mentioned, he has a very attractive face. I guess her age is 30 years old with perfectly shaped D cup breasts and dark nipples. Yes! Maybe there’s still hope for a happy ending, I think. He directs me to sit lower on the table and gently puts a pillow under my head. Renatta professionally covers me with the same large towel, exposing my hairy chest. Finally she goes behind my head and starts massaging my face with her fingers. He works my nose and sinus area, methodically touching various sensitive points on my face. He must have done this hundreds of times, I think. Her head is so close to mine that I can feel her breath on my face.
Her massage feels great, but her topless body has captured my imagination and I can’t see her breasts from this position.
After she’s done with my face, Renatta kneels next to me and I open my eyes to look at her. Her fingers lightly touch my chest so I stand up and touch her breast. She doesn’t object.
– What do you say about him? I protest, pointing to the bulge in my groin.
– Him? she asks shyly.
– Yes, my little friend. He needs a massage too.
– Would you like me to do that?
– Yes please.
Renatta gently removes the towel, revealing my massive twitch, and dabs lotion on it. Her soft hand strokes my shaft up and down, then she expertly touches my head and her touch feels wonderful. I touch her bare back with my fingertips as she gently strokes me up and down.
– You like? she asks smiling and looking back at me.
– Yes, I answer impatiently.
– Completion? she asks and smiling, she looks down at me.
