Fantasy fulfilled at the massage parlor
It was about 9:00 PM on a cold late fall evening as I was driving down the boulevard. I had had a stressful week at work and decided I needed to relax a bit. My eyes began to scan the boulevard for open massage parlors. Finally, I spotted a salon that appeared to be open in a relatively quiet area on this boulevard. I decided to turn the car around and pull up to this massage parlor. I parked, got out of the car and went inside. I rang the front doorbell and two nice women came out.
One of the women approached and asked:
– Oh, hello. What are you doing? Do you want a massage?
I answered:
– Yes. Definitely yes. It’s been a hectic week and I’d like to relax.
– Good. Follow us, said the first lady.
They then led me down a short hallway and into a large but comfortable massage room with a large table and soothing music playing. I was then instructed to undress completely and lie on the table after paying the house fee. I took off all my clothes in seconds. The two ladies were looking at me with smiles on their beautiful faces. They seemed to enjoy the sight of my athletic body and large penis.
The two ladies then introduced themselves. The first lady who spoke the most identified herself as Lillian. She appeared to be in her 40s with long black hair and exotic features. She was wearing a black outfit. The second lady identified herself as Carmen and appeared to be in her 50s, but in great shape for her age. She had shoulder length dark hair and was a very pretty milf. He was wearing a white t-shirt and very short shorts. I wanted to touch and taste her pussy just by looking at her. They continued to stare and enjoy my figure and my penis.
I then lay face down on the table. The two started by massaging my upper back and neck. This took about five minutes, but it was enough to get me loose and comfortable. Lillian began running her fingers over my string in a tempting way. It felt great and really woke my body up. Carmen stopped massaging my neck and moved closer and started massaging my ass. It felt so good. She then grabbed more oil and began rubbing my hamstrings and calves while Lillian continued to play with my spine and lower back. It felt great. I have now been instructed to return. I did it without hesitation.
After returning, he was facing up with his penis fully erect and wanting attention. My penis was dripping in semen at this point. To my surprise, Lillian started taking off all her clothes. She revealed cute C-cup breasts with small brown nipples. After she removed her panties, I saw a partially shaved pussy. My penis is throbbing!
– Carmen, wouldn’t you like to be naked? I asked in a very pleading voice.
– Yes, I want to be naked. But I have to go to the bathroom first. I’m not sure what I ate. It’s so embarrassing, Carmen explained in a very embarrassed tone.
In my mind, I was thinking that I always wanted to see a pretty lady. Especially with the two of us naked and me receiving sexual satisfaction as I watched her do something so natural and so primal. I then offered a solution.
– Carmen, you don’t have to be ashamed. I think it’s great. Also, you don’t even have to leave the room. It has always been my fantasy to look at a pretty lady. Please help me fulfill my fantasy, I begged.
Carmen seemed hesitant at first. But then she looked at me seductively and lovingly and reached out to kiss my lips. She then took off her shirt, revealing her B cup breasts with cute nipples. Then he unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall straight down his legs. Then she let her white panties fall too. Now she sat completely naked, revealing a beautiful hairless pussy and a beautiful ass. I wanted her so badly.
He wasted no time jumping onto the table and crouching right on top of my face. Her beautiful ass was just inches away from my eyes. I started to feel a few drops of warm urine running down my chest. Then it came out a little more. This felt HEAVENLY. My penis jumped with excitement. Then, before anyone could say anything, I saw a beautiful, firm and well-shaped brown jet silently emerging from her beautiful ass. I opened wide as it slid right into my mouth. Huh! Not only did I witness her defecate, but I actuallym-a left to taste her natural, primal, stinking shit.
I tasted it and started devouring it on the spot. Carmen looked back at me and smiled. Lillian started inserting her fingers into my rectum and started massaging my prostate. Carmen held her ass straight in front of me so I could look at her ass as she began to masturbate me with authority. I continued to devour her stinky and delightful food in my mouth.
The combination of my fantasy being fulfilled along with my prostate being fucked as well as my cock being stroked while seeing and smelling a nice assm-a sent over the edge. I ejaculated harder than ever. More spray flew from my penis and onto Carmen’s beautiful abdomen and body. We all laughed at the mess we all made.
Carmen got off me and grabbed paper to wipe her stinky bottom right in front of us. Lillian wiped the cum off my abdomen with a hot towel. Lillian then carried Carmen’s dirty towel and smelly wipes into the hall bathroom. By now I had devoured every morsel of Carmen’s stinky food. It felt so wonderful to have eaten the natural excrement of a beautiful, middle-aged, maternal-looking woman. To my surprise, she kissed me despite what I had just finished eating. He got on the table and we kissed passionately and made love deep into the night.
- Sensual massage
It took three years from the timid question “how can I ask for a happy ending” to “what was your experience and where can I find one?” before he met Hunter. I knew I wanted and needed more than the happy ending.” I long for more eroticism, more sensuality, more mind/body connection. It is what Hunter offered me and I gratefully received from him. The time to look for it is so well worth it.
It’s not important why, but I was desperate for the sensual touch of another person…to feel hands on my body. Exploring, healing, creating pleasure…hands that bring me a sense of connection and intimacy. Well-meaning friends suggested a certain massage parlor, but this thoughtm-a made me roll my eyes andm-a left cold.
All things considered, I don’t know if I’m the typical candidate to be looking for this kind of experience. Is there a typical woman looking for this experience? Athletic and fit and still beautiful at 55, I live a mostly clean and healthy life. And yet, the real need for sensual touch weighed down my life and forced me to seek self-care. Sure…sensual massage is in my fantasy wheelhouse to go to, but really, how likely is that to happen…?
So there I was, reading and texting some nice men, too far away to connect when I read Hunter’s message. The message struck a chord. With guidance from the well-reviewed and generous Firmtouchmassage on Reddit and guidance from them on how to proceed, I answered Hunter’s questions and concerns. We pre-arrange a date to meet for coffee at a convenient location. Checking out his vibe in person is a prerequisite for me.
Hunter caught my eye instantly. His open and friendly smile…sparkling green eyes. Excited, I looked away from him as I ended my phone call not wanting to appear emotional! An attractive young man smiling at me!?! Butterflies exploded around me.
We said hello and sat outside the cafe to chat for a bit. The look in his eyes, his easy smile and the comfort in his own body drew me in. And his body…athletic, toned and tanned with sexy arms. A surfer or runner for sure I thought. Hunter’s measured questions to me and mirrored answers to my questions to him demonstrated his full attention to our conversation. And I was distracted by his body. LOL.
We set up a time to meet in a few days for a massage. When we were about to leave, I told him I wanted to hug him. A sexy smile crossed her face and we hugged. An organic movement into each other’s space where it felt… congruent. A warm feeling pulsed through me as we lingered in each other’s arms for a moment. I could feel the warmth of his body, young, strong and sensual. I took a long, deep breath and yes…it felt right.
Two nights before we planned to meet, we talked online again. I had a few more questions that he answered easily. We also disclosed more personal information that we thought was important for them to know. During our conversation, I shared that I had written some erotic stories on another site where I was a member. Hunter playfully asked about them and the links to read them. Hunter seemed eager to read what I had written, and declared that he would like to do so as soon as he was alone. He then made some generous remarks about my website profile as well. But by sharing these stories I wrote, fantasies really, Hunter would see into an intimate and cherished part of me. I always feel vulnerable sharing my creative spirit, but honestly, I felt okay sharing them with him.
We met at his salon the following Monday. Eager and still a little excited to do this, Hunter came to meet me from the loft to where I parked. Strangely, I became rational and began to think about how we were walking as we approached each other. Were my hips even swaying? Did I have that weird right leg kick I do because of my hip? My mind wandered, avoiding the actual physical sensations of my heart pounding in anticipation. The back of my neck warmed as I gathered myself. Casually greeting each other, we then turned to go back to the loft.
The place presented a cool masculine atmosphere with refined taste with a clean display of accessories. I noticed his treasures artfully scattered around as my eyes looked around. Soothing colors and music filtered into my awareness. The soft sumptuous textures were within reach. Well put together environments are sensual experiences and Hunter’s style reflected the flow of masculinity in subtle warm colors, welcoming textures and beautiful natural light. Fuck. And it smelled good. A lit candle perfuming the room opened my senses to the full. And here I was…in my body…with a handsome young man who wanted to please me.
I’m not that shy and after visiting the toilet I undressed quickly. Undressed now, I checked around the room for a few more moments, appreciating his place and her style. Hunter’s energy, that room, the music, the lighting, and the scent relieved me of my nervousness.
I moved to lie face down on the table, waiting while he dutifully washed his hands. He approached me, walking quietly on his bare feet. His strong hands ran over my sheet-draped body to gently acclimate me to him and familiarize himself with my body. A deep sigh escaped my lips as my insides charged with our initial exchange of energy.
Our conversation slowed to a complete halt as my body melted under his skilled, groping touch. I felt my hips push up ever so slightly as he hummed my approval. The therapeutic aspect of the massage left nothing to be desired. Hunter demonstrated the skills of a gifted therapist. My body warmed and I squirmed slightly as Hunter’s fingertips caressed the length of my body. Parting my legs slightly wider, he pulled back the sheet to allow a stretch of my hips. His hands moved along my legs and up my back to grab and knead the muscles. Continuing up, his fingers slid into my hair, grabbing my scalp and tugging seductively. My heart was pounding. The long, slow, deep strokes back up my body, much needed, wet my lips.
And there…I felt my breath catch. Fingertips moved up and down whispering over my warm wet slit. With lyrical tenderness, he slipped his fingers around, over and back as I struggled to control my breathing. My body was wracked with aching desire and anticipation.
My moans remained soft, stifling years of desire and pain. But Hunter’s expert touch and eagerness to please and satisfy won me over. The intoxication of wanting MORE flooded in and through me. My mind was blown. I wasn’t thinking anymore… I was feeling.
I rolled back and his caresses continued to wash over me. Soft fingers touched my face and my lips parted. Following his thumb along my bottom lip, I moaned softly again. His fingers slid lightly down my neck and my back arched to receive his hands on my breasts. He leaned down and pressed his warm, strong body against mine. My yogic breathing failed completely as I panted and bit my lip. Head back and chest arched up. Our bodies are intimately connected. He bent my knees up and wide as his fingers first teased then entered my quivering and hungry pussy. My hips rose up to his fingers. I dutifully pumped my hips against his fingers, begging for release. His beautiful body intuitively pressed against mine knowing the intimacy I longed for. My body shook as I pushed back and rode his fingers. I think I yelled…
A few moments later I kind of woke up and felt him slide and sit behind me. His chest pressed against my back as our bodies slid together and he held me tight. Stroking my face, hair, his arms then wrapped around me. Our bodies glistened in the natural light of his room, both wet with exertion. I took in his strong arms as he held me, his golden skin a pleasure to trace with my fingertips. I remember still trying to catch my breath and smiling.
For me, this experience stands out as the most erotic and sensual of my life. Never has a lover spent over ninety minutes creating and sustaining such exquisite pleasure for me. It was ALL about me and yet the intimacy of that energy is something we shared. An orgasm so intense that I passed out in his arms. Hunter held me as I shook and screamed. I shared this. To call this a happy ending suggests that William Shakespeare is a hack. A sensual erotic massage like this guarantees a throne and a crown.
