Erotic massage at vip-zone
Erotic massage at vip-zone
My first experience at an erotic Erotic massage at vip-zone massage parlor was a fluke. I was in Bucharest visiting my son and daughter-in-law who had recently moved there and I was in desperate need of a massage after a 15 hour drive.
Erotic massage at vip-zone
Addictive massage In my hometown, I usually went to a massage parlor or massage therapist that was Addictive massage recommended to me by my doctor or chiropractor, but being in an unfamiliar city, I had no such recommendations.
Addictive massage While shopping, we noticed an ad for a nearby massage parlor. I made a mental note of the name, Vip Zone, and called them the next day, shortly after my son and his wife had both left for work.
Erotic massage at vip-zone The woman who answered said I could come right then. I told him I’d be there right away. I grabbed my keys, hopped in the car and found where the massage parlor was.
I parked out front and walked in to find a small, empty waiting area with a couch, a few plants and a reception desk. A doorbell rang and within minutes an attractive woman, probably in her thirties, came out and pointed to the sign on the front desk and told me I should choose a service.
I quickly read the list and finally indicated “VIP Zone Massage”. She told me it was 300 lei per hour. I nodded in agreement saying “okay” and waited to see what would happen next. After a moment she said, “Pay now.” I thought it was a little strange, but I took out my credit card. I usually pay after the session, but this was a good price for an hour’s massage and I agreed.
When he saw my card he asked, “No cash?” and I said I only had about twenty in cash. Up to this point, I was somewhat confused. I knew I had the twenty in my wallet for the tip. She seemed a little upset that I was using my credit card. After all that, I was still so naive that I had no idea what was going to happen next.
At the time, I was 60 years old, already retired and living comfortably off my investments. I had been married for almost 35 years, but the sex and excitement had disappeared from our marriage. My wife developed a condition after menopause that made intercourse very painful and over time we put that part of our lives aside. For the first two years I tried to be intimate with her but was rebuffed with a firm reprimand for wanting to do something that might hurt her and actually made her bleed the last few times we had sex .
If I told her there were other things we could do, she would turn me down and call me a perverted old man. But our lives were so comfortable together, and our friendship so deep, that I accepted it as my fate and took care of myself once, or sometimes twice a week, often watching some porn to prepare myself. It’s not a perfect life, but one that was acceptable to me at my age.
Plus, Junior wasn’t as responsive as he used to be, and sometimes I had to use Viagra to get him up and ready when I still had a sex life. So, sitting there in the lobby of a massage parlor, being asked to pay cash upfront, I still didn’t know what the situation was.
Erotic massage at vip-zone
I knew there were erotic massage parlors, but I didn’t know anything about them and never thought about it. They hadn’t even crossed my mind. Yet. After I made the payment and signed the credit card slip, she indicated that I should follow her. I was no stranger to massage and the occasional fantasy of a particularly beautiful or sexy therapist and I would stare at her as I walked behind her. Slim, nice ass, long legs, dressed in a white blouse and white shorts. I walked down a hallway with doors on both sides and finally he ushered me into one of the back rooms on the left side.
When she turned around, I noticed for the first time that her blouse was low-cut and showing quite a bit of her ample cleavage. I noticed again that she was beautiful, with long, straight, black hair. She pointed to the massage table and said, Addictive massage “Undress,” and walked out. I still hadn’t caught on. Getting undressed and slipping under the sheets was a familiar task when I got to the room where I was to be massaged. Nothing weird there except that after I got undressed I realized there was no sheet to cover my top with. Just a hole for my face covered by tissues, a sheet for the bottom and a small hand towel. Again, I felt very confused. As I was thinking about what to do, I noticed a robe hanging on a hook. Aha, I thought. I should put on my robe. I finished undressing, put on my robe, and sat on the edge of the padded table to await further instructions, as things here were obviously different from the massage parlor I usually went to.
I felt a little uncomfortable sitting there on the edge of the table waiting for him to come back. When the door finally opened, he looked at me, gave a short laugh and said, “No robe.” I stood up to take it off and before I could turn my back to her she opened the front and started helping me take it off. All this was happening, and I was letting myself go. She hung up the robe as I stood there in front of her completely naked, then turned to me and said, “On the table.” So I lay face down on the table with my ass and testicles fully exposed. No idea though. But I was definitely very uncomfortable.
She started the massage and it was pretty good. He massaged my neck, shoulders, lower back, bottom and legs with great skill and just the right amount of oil. After a few minutes, I began to feel more comfortable being exposed as her warm hands worked their magic, easing my aches and pains. And then suddenly, oops, he touched my scrotum. I don’t recall this ever happening before, although there have been a few instances in the past where a masseuse has come pretty close. In the past, I found this to be a great thing and fueled more than one of my massage fantasies.
And then, oops, she did it again while massaging my bottom and legs. A slight touch to my balls and this time I began to suspect it wasn’t a mistake.
He wants to tease me, I thought to myself. But it worked; I was getting pretty excited. My heart started to beat a little faster and I felt a tingle start underneath, then there she did it again, this time lingering as she ran her fingertips up my balls and he ran his fingers up to the crack of my ass.
Then he began to go down in a nice rhythm of rubbing on one leg, then back, gently running his hand over the twins and tracing my ass. Then down the other leg, back and the same. My mind was already on high alert, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I began to wonder if I had stumbled upon an erotic massage parlor. But I had little time to think because I was so turned on as she became more and more friendly with my ass and balls. He leaned over and whispered something in my ear that I didn’t understand and left the room.
Erotic massage at vip-zone
My mind was confused as I adjusted my now semi-erect cock under me, pointing it straight up. I realized that my penis had gotten stronger and I was amazed that it had responded so much to my age without any help. I was sitting there with my ass and testicles fully exposed, kind of chubby and a great mystery surrounded me. After a few moments, I began to wonder where he had gone and began to feel uncomfortable being exposed again. When he came back I heard a noise and knew as soon as the heat hit my back that he had gone to fetch the hot stones. They felt incredible as he rubbed them up and down my back, twisting them frequently to somehow renew the warmth. He used them to rub my neck and shoulder joints, then placed them on my lower back, one on each side of my spine, just above my exposed bottom.
Erotic massage at vip-zone
A moment passed and I felt two new hot stones in her hand touching my calves. Addictive massage She pushed the stones up and down my legs, soothing my tired muscles with heat. Then, very deliberately, he placed a hot stone on each side, between my scrotum and the top of my leg, then gently pressed upwards towards my pelvis, bathing that region in heat. I felt the heat in my testicles as she gently kneaded them with the stones. My body was reacting and I was getting extremely excited. I began to gently move my pelvis in time with her movements. He then placed those hot stones next to the ones on my back and began pressing his thumbs into the same area between my scrotum and thighs, pressing against the base of my pelvis.
He brought his thumbs up slowly, applying great pressure, until they met at the point between my testicles and my ass. Perineum. Apply pressure, then release. Apply pressure, then release. He began to rub my perineum in small circles, then slowly moved back down, back to the crevices between my scrotum and thighs. By the time he was done, I was on fire.
She stopped and I felt her remove the stones from my back. Then I felt a slight rush of air above me and a hot, wet towel covered my entire back. She pressed my back with her palms, then began to wipe my back with the warm, wet towel. I realized it was cleaning the oil off of me. After he took great care to clean my back, shoulders, neck and upper arms, I felt another hot towel covering my legs. Again, she pressed with her palms, then wiped the oil off me.
Finally he moved to my bottom and very gently wiped my bottom, then very carefully wiped my scrotum and finally gently cleaned the crack of my bottom with the now warm towel. All made with care. My mind was spinning and although I must have realized that I had indeed come to an erotic massage parlour, I wasn’t fully aware of it.
As the hot stones began to take effect, my mind shut down and I lost myself in the sensuality and implicit sexuality that enveloped me. Just as I was basking in the warmth and tenderness of what I had just experienced, I was brought out of my reverie when she said, “Okay, come back.” What the!? I thought, coming fully to myself. Should I go back? No sheet to cover me? I turned during every massage I’ve ever had, but the therapist had always kept the sheet on top, covering my private parts, then placed the sheet over me for privacy. But there was no sheet. I lifted my head and turned it to look at her, and panic must have appeared on my face. She gave a short laugh, smiled and said, “It’s okay, come back.”
I took a deep breath and turned on my back. If I had been a younger man, I’m sure my rather large and hard penis would have been waving in the air above me. As I was, my semi-turgid member was sitting on my leg, completely exposed to her eyes. I’ve been in hot tubs naked with other people, I’ve been to nudist beaches, and I’ve even been naked once at a party withbe?it’s before I got married, but I’ve never felt so empty, so completely exposed.
She just smiled, splashed some oil on my chest and went about her business rubbing my shoulders and chest like it was a perfectly normal thing. I realized that yes, this probably happened to him every day. In later years, I would come to savor these moments, but the first time, in an unexpected situation, I was terrified.
The moment was right though and I closed my eyes and began to relax and focus on the wonderful feeling of her gentle and caring hands on my body. He rubbed each arm thoroughly, then my shoulders, chest and stomach. When her hands left my chest and moved to my stomach, I got a sudden surge of excitement and felt my cock start to rise. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me, smiled and asked, “Okay?”. I nodded yes and closed my eyes again. My cock continued to grow as she massaged around it, the front of my hips and my thighs. Back to my belly, focus on all the areas around my cock, then down to my thighs again. He began to focus on the front of his thighs and the insides of his legs.
Once she moved, her forearm touched my now fully erect cock. “Sorry,” she giggled. At that moment, I realized that I had an erection without the help of Viagra. I told myself not to think about it, just enjoy it. I was so excited, very excited. “It’s okay,” I replied. He touched it again a moment later. Then, she moved back up and massaged around him without actually touching him. Without warning, he grabbed it and held it as he rubbed the spot directly above my pubic bone. I opened my eyes and looked at her and she asked, “Is she okay?” I hadn’t been this turned on in a long, long time, and my response was “More than okay.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Do you want me to take care of you?” I could smell him and that turned me on even more.
“Yes,” I replied. “How?” I was a bit shocked back into reality when I heard this and didn’t immediately respond. “How much tip?” she asked again. I had no idea and said what came to mind. “A hundred,” I replied, knowing immediately that it was probably more than necessary. Still, it drew a big smile from her and whispered that she would take care of me. Being a complete neophyte, I had no idea what 100 lei would buy. I just relaxed and let it happen.
She went back to the massage, doing what she was doing before. However, instead of just skipping Junior, he started touching him more regularly. Every now and then he would let his hand slide along it, or reach down and take my testicles and rub them gently. I never felt like he was in a hurry, he teased me and him, slowly getting closer and closer, squeezing him tighter and tighter, then touching him tighter and tighter . By then my eyes were wide open and I was watching her intently as her hands began to move closer to my now rock hard member.
I looked up at her and she smiled at me again, then took my cock in her hand and gave it a nice slow squeeze. I moaned and smiled back at her and she started moving her hand slowly up and down his length. She stopped and reached for her massage oil, cupping my cock in one hand and applying the oil to it with the other. He put the oil down, and began to stroke me with both hands, sometimes using both to rub up and down, sometimes using one to caress my testicles while the other kept moving on his cock. Little by little he began to form a rhythm, one hand always on my cock in rhythm, the other playing several roles; testicles, bottom, helping the penis.
I didn’t think I could form a sentence until that moment, I was so excited. What I did know was that his rubbing made me want more. For me, great sex has always involved paying a lot of attention to my girlfriend’s pussy and clit, and I suddenly felt the urge to want pussy. I wanted her pussy. I managed to answer, “Can I touch you?” I didn’t know if it was possible, but I knew I was in heat and I wanted a warm wet pussy. She smiled, nodded and turned her body towards me, never losing her gaze.
I reached out and started to caress her breasts over her blouse and she motioned for me to pull her up. I did and pushed her bra up, exposing her large breasts. I had a hard time seeing them because of the blouse but I put my hand on them and stroked them gently and played lightly with her nipples. They became strong very quickly. She maintained a gentle, slow rhythm on my cock as I caressed her firm breasts and hardened nipples. She was sitting to my right, so I let my left hand go down to her navel, then the front of her pants, and then her pussy. He widened his position to give me better access. I rubbed her over the shorts and she responded with a few quiet moans and began to rush her hand over my cock. Wanting to feel her wetness, I started unbuttoning her cropped pants without any resistance from her.
Leaving them unlocked, I tugged on them to take them off, and with a slight movement from her they fell off, leaving her in just her black panties. He had both hands on my cock and was pumping them now and it felt incredible. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I reached for her legs and she came a little closer. I was so excited. I ran my hand over her panties and felt the heat and wetness underneath. I gently rubbed her clit through her panties. She sped up stroking my cock. Finally, I slipped my finger under the side of her panties and met her smooth, hairless, wet pussy, but it was too much for me. With all the excitement, her caress and the incredible final touch of her wetness, I exploded in her hand, my whole body shaking as I was overwhelmed by the pleasure of my orgasm. She slowed her stroking, then expertly milked every drop of cum from my limp cock. “Wow!” was the only word I could say.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I’ll be right back,” straightened his clothes and left the room again. I assumed he was washing his hands. I lay down, feeling very exposed again, with a fat cock and a pelvis full of cum. I heard the door open and she came in with another hot wet towel. He began to clean my cock, testicles and pelvis with great care and attention to detail, making sure to reach every particle on my now deflated cock.
When she was done, she left the towel covering my private parts and then gave me a wonderful 5 minute scalp and face massage. Finally, he told me: “Done!”. Before leaving the room, she smiled at me again, said something I didn’t understand, and reached over and playfully pinched my cock through the towel. wow Dizzy, I got up and got dressed. He waited for me in the lobby with a bottle of water and stepped behind the counter, looked at me and said, “A hundred.” I told him I didn’t have cash, but I could make a run to the ATM. She looked angry again and reached for my credit card. I signed the receipt, feeling a little uncomfortable not because of the intimate experience I had just had with this stranger, but because it now seemed so “just business.”
I said thank you and went out to the parking lot, got in the car and drove off. I got about a block away and had to pull over. “What the hell happened?” I asked myself. I was almost in shock. One minute I was innocently visiting my son and pregnant daughter-in-law, and the next, unexpectedly, I was having the sexiest, most exciting experience I’ve had in 25 years. Not since my wife and I had a threesome with one of her divorced friends from college when I was in my early thirties had I experienced anything as sexy and erotic as what had just happened. My mind was reeling.
Erotic massage at vip-zone
It was as if my world had subtly changed. I continued on to my son’s house and started on a little project I told him I would do in his back yard, protecting their garden. The whole time I worked, my mind went over what had just happened. At the time, I had no idea how widespread erotic massage parlors were and felt like I had just stumbled upon a huge secret. When my son and his wife got home from work, we had steaks on the grill and a bottle of good Pinot Noir was opened. I had a wonderful evening, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow I was living in a very different reality than the one I woke up to that morning. I had a phone conversation with my wife that evening and when she asked what I did that day I told her I was feeling stiff from the drive so I went for a massage in the morning and then worked in the garden most of the day before grilling the steaks. The same conversation I could have had with her a hundred times before, but with a new meaning for me that was exciting yet unsettling.
