Massage experience
Ok, I’ve never shared a realtime story before. I travel often. I searched the internet for massage parlors and only found one in the area.
This place didn’t have a website and I could only find a few reviews so I had very little information. The best I got was the public review saying they had a decent table shower (“although they weren’t that good with my messes”) and “the hosts would leave very happy”, and that the rates were $40 for a half hour and $80 for an hour.
At $80 an hour it would seem you could get a decent table shower and handjob. It was too expensive for a full service place. I spent most of my time there confused though. Now that I’m sitting in my hotel room, several kilometers away, I’m still confused.
I drove to the salon. There were no other cars in the parking lot and I didn’t notice any behind. I wondered how the girls got to work…
I rang the bell. A woman came and opened the door andm-a received. I struggled to get in. If she was my masseuse, I would never get an erection. I had about 50 masseuses who still looked good with toned bodies, but this woman was not one of them.
He brought me down a long dark hallway with at least eight massage rooms to room number three. He asked me for $40. I said, “no, I want to do 60 minutes.”
She just looked at me and said:
– Establish with her.
So now I’m wondering if this is a full service salon. With $40 as a house fee, this can often result in the girl doing a short massage and then asking for $120 to complete the deal. As I said before, you give up all your trading chips when she has your penis in her hand.
She does notm-a never asked if it was my first time at their salon – a common question. You’d think the safest thing to say is you’ve been there before and they’ll know you’re not a cop. However, if you wave, asking where the bathroom is, or requesting a service they don’t provide, I assume you’re a cop. You don’t want this.
Asking for the 60 minute service, I was afraid that I showed that it was my first time there, I must not be trusted.
He brought me to room 3,m-a inserted insidem-a asked if I wanted to take a shower, (I said yes) and told me to take my clothes off and wait.
So I hope he sends someone who was born sometime around 1990. He did.
I was sitting there with a towel barely wrapped around my bottom when Lee walked in. Let me review it from bottom to top.
A great pair of red Fuck Me shoes. Then a pair of long, slim, shapely legs leading to the bottom of a very short dress. The dress was a skin-tight tiger stripe with a plunging neckline and thin straps. Above was a long head full of long black hair. Her face showed age – maybe 40 – 45. It looked like possible bad plastic surgery. At this point, I figured I’d run it in thirty minutes, so I run through my personal math. She had a great body under the skin tight dress. A very well-defined butt, firm tummy and B-cup (real) breasts. I thought I could focus on the breasts and not the face…
I confirmed to him that I wanted a shower at the table andm-a taken down the hall to the shower.
This is where it got a little weird.
After he closed the door, I immediately hung my towel on the hook on the wall. She heated the water, cleaned the shower table cushion and then turned to address me. I’m sitting there with a penis that was only at about 40% potential. She giggled nervously – not the answer from someone I expected to pull on me in 30 minutes. He laid me on my face and started to wash me. I was expecting a bit of butt-butt massage, or for her to at least make contact with my cock and testicles – but nothing.
I was a little excited though. He had me come back and then answered when he saw I was still at about 40%. I expected her to comfort me a little, to fully strengthen me. All she did was hit it a few times with her wrist while soaping me up. This was not going as well as I had hoped.
She continued the shower at the table and then had me stand up so she could dry me off. Typically, they’ll start from the top, dry your torso down to your feet, and then stroke your penis a bit when they get there. Then they dry your back and play with your ass a bit when they get there. Finally, he kneels in front of you to dry your legs, coming dangerously close to your penis.
All he did was give me the towel to dry off. Now, the reason this is strange, is that she justm-a cleaned while lying naked, it’s too late to pretend you’re a legit spa.
So I dried off and she led me into a small steam room. She said “stay here to warm up for a few minutes.” I sat on the towel without wrapping it around me. She came back in five minutes and seemed surprised that I was sitting on the towel with my penis exposed – however she just washed me in the table shower, too late for modesty.
Thenm-a taken back to my room. I lay on my stomach and she started the massage. It was a strange one. He didn’t use oil, but maybe a little powder to smooth his movements. I wasn’t used to that. I again expected it to be a lazy massage before she offered me full services.
However, she was relatively attentive to the massage. It was pretty relaxing overall and went on for about 25 minutes. Never crossed the line; he kept it legal except he didn’t cover my bottom with a towel.
Then he made me turn on my back. She covered my penis and testicles a bit with a small towel and continued the massage for about five minutes.
After this she said:
– Ok, time is up.
I tried to explain to her that I wanted the 60 minute massage but she said it was not possible. Now in this conversation she is sitting right next to my right shoulder with her hands resting on my chest. I knew there had to be more to the massage than that or she wouldn’t be wearing such a sexy dress. I decided I needed to get more aggressive than I usually do.
So I asked her:
– What else is on the menu?
She laughed and said:
– No menu.
I answered:
– There must be something else on the menu, and I put my hand on her bottom, over the dress.
She laughed and said again:
– No menu, no menu.
Then I took two steps and slipped my hand under her dress and grabbed her thong covered ass, meanwhile I removed the towel and let my semi-hard cock out in the open.
She said again:
– We don’t have a menu.
I replied that:
– You must have other options because if you didn’t, you would have kicked me out by now.
She laughed as I took my hand from her bottom and slid it up to feel her breasts. She didn’t stop me so I pulled her strap down and exposed her left breast. She screamed a bit but didn’t try to stop me. Then I stood up a little and pulled down her other strap to expose her right breast.
Her B-cup breasts were really perky, with nipples like sharp cones. They felt great in my mouth. At this point, she finally grabbed my cock and slowly started stroking it. I continued pulling her dress down so far that it fell to the floor, leaving her in her shoes and a pink thing. I pushed a little harder and pulled the thong down so they touched the floor as well.
She didn’t back down, so I pushed my luck a little more. I sat with one leg on either side of her, my cock resting on her stomach. I continued to grope her and suck her breasts. She kept caressing me. Then I caught her standing up. Now we were standing face to face. This was a step too far. She began to say:
– No, no, no, what are you doing, you have to lie on your back.
For about 30 seconds I tried to get behind her so she was between me and the table. After 30 seconds I complied and laid back. Then she reached down and magically came up with a bottle of massage oil. She started to lubricate my hard cock and started stroking it vigorously. I had to stop it after a few minutes to delay my orgasm. She understood why I stopped her and started stroking me a little slower. However, once I started sucking her breasts and squeezing her ass, she picked up the pace and finished me off.
Once I was done, she stood bare as she cleaned me up. Then I got up to get dressed. She put on her thong, then helped me get dressed. Then she put her dress back on. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two bills. She said she wanted one more and I giggled and said,
– You should have done a little more to get another one.
And I left.
It was strange that it was so hard to read. Often girls like to tease you a little throughout the process. I always thought they thought teasing you more would increase their tip and get you so turned on that you wouldn’t last long. She made it look like she wanted a legitimate massage, although she showered me naked at the table, dressed quite provocatively, and didn’t protest when I undressed her. It ended up being a pretty cool experience, even if it was confusing.
