At the erotic massage parlor
I quickly became a fan of massage parlors. This was long before they became poorly disguised brothels, it wasn’t about the actual sex, just a great massage from a hot young lady and the chance for extras, which were never offered, you had to ask .
Besides the fact that all those long trips left a boy loaded with testosterone, and if masturbating wasn’t cheating, then being masturbated, I figured, wasn’t either.
In those days, additional services were built from the early days of a quick handjob to standard three. The three standards were then, handjob, topless handjob and full nude.
I had worked my way up from handjob to topless, but I hadn’t gone full nude yet. The whole process always started the same way. A sauna, usually with men’s magazines scattered about to put the client in the mood.
Once he was perked up, he would go into the salon and talk to a selection of masseuses, if he was lucky, and pick one to be massaged by. Then she led him into a small room with a dim light and lots of mirrors surrounding the table.
Casual conversations would set the scene and then he would be asked to get ready while she went down for a few seconds. She would lay down her sauna towel, then lay face down on the table and place a fresh towel over her bottom. Okay, he’ll be back.
– Oil or powder? It was the question of the day, oil was the sexier option. The massage was then carried out properly, starting on the back and then moving to the legs. The movements usually became more and more extensive until her fingers “accidentally” touched his pubis in a suggestive way.
The objective, quite clearly, was to give the client an erection. After that it was obvious what he was after and it was easier for him to ask the question as the massage drew to a close.
– Do you do anything extra?
The girl would then list her services and the expected tip, remove the required amount of clothing and proceed with the handjob. Sometimes the client was allowed to touch the areas she had revealed, the breasts, buttocks or even on very rare occasions, the pussy.
This is what I expected when I entered “The Oasis”. I paid for my sauna and a half hour massage. A rather lovely girl, about my age, maybe a little younger, gave me the obligatory tour. She was short, curvy, with an interesting hairstyle and a personality that was really full of surprises. Her rather short, pleated skirt didn’t reveal much of her panties, but her bra was clearly visible through the thin material of her tight blouse.
I was shown the changing room, lockers and so on, the sauna and normal showers.
– When you are ready, come to the salon and I will give you a massage.
This was one of the units that allocated a masseuse on arrival. Captivating!
I headed to the sauna, greeted those already there and picked up a men’s magazine. I got hotter and hotter in both senses of the word. I knew by then that anticipation was half the fun, so I took my time and was careful not to touch my erection.
After several combinations of sauna, shower, I had one last cold shower, let my cock swell, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to the lounge.
– Ready? said the little miss with a cheeky grin and a mischievous giggle.
We headed to the massage room. It was absolutely standard, music, lights, mirrors. The little table in the corner contained oil, good; wet wipes, very good; and a sign that loudly screamed NO SEX. My heart stopped, surely I hadn’t misread the signs? Surely the clue was in the sauna magazines?
My relief was absolute when the young lady locked the door, walked straight to the sign, turned it to face the wall and chirped:
– Then we won’t worry about it!
We knew we were on the same page, that there were extra services offered, that was obvious. I had long planned my next move once I determined I was in the right place. Anticipation, as I mentioned, is at least half the fun, but in those days the format was to ask for the extras at the end.
Then she removed her necessary clothes and started the handjob. Two minutes later, or so, it was over and done with wet wipes, payment and goodbye. I wanted more, especially anticipation, so I planted my ass on the end of the table and said.
– I feel a bit at a disadvantage, I have no clothes on and you are fully clothed.
– Well, aren’t you naughty? she said, cocking her head provocatively to one side and announcing the expected tip for complete nudity. It was agreed and she came closer and leaned towards my ear and said.
– Then I’d better unbutton my blouse.
I did, slowly she removed it revealing a well padded bra.
– Now open my skirt.
Her hot breath on my cheek added to the atmosphere. I undid the two buckles on the side, it fell to the floor and she came out of her skirt. Now clad only in her bra and panties, she reached behind her and freed those fantastic breasts from their cotton prison with a twinkling smile.
– Do you like my breasts?
– I really like your breasts.
And I reached down to caress her nipples. She giggled, they stiffened. He stepped back, hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties, looked straight into my eyes and began to pull them down. Her pubes were cut into a landing strip above her vagina, but her lips were completely bare.
– And my pussy?
– Beautiful!
– Now who is at a disadvantage? Throw away that towel and go face down on the table.
The massage was most erotic, watching my bare form move in the mirrors. As she sat at the head of the table, I let my hands caress her buttocks, God they were firm.
There was no accidental touching of my pubis, I was already past that stage and well and truly erect when it was time to go back.
– Move a little.
I complied and this naked, confident, fun-loving girl climbed onto the table next to me. He ran his hands all over my body, focusing on my ass and cock andm-a encouraged to do the same. There was no kissing and certainly no sex, but otherwise, this was as full as it gets. My hands roamed over those delicious firm buttocks, around her magnificent breasts. She was very good at recognizing me when I was about to reach the point of no return. She paused, let the tension subside, and started again, but the result was never in doubt. As I started panting and my muscles tensed, she put her cheek on mine, blew hot air into my ear while whispering,
– Come on, come on for me………you know you want to………just imagine your wonderful cock throbbing deep inside my tight little pussy .
She squeezed harder, worked some magic on the underside of my cock, and I exploded. She let out a dirty giggle. Time for wet wipes.
