In search of the best erotic massage parlor
Using Google, I was surprised to discover that the erotic massage parlor I had visited and received sexual services from was not the only one in town. In fact, he wasn’t even the only one in my neighborhood. There were dozens in the town where I lived and eight that were close to my house. As I looked up the locations of the eight near me on Google Maps, I was shocked to discover that they were all in or near the suburban shopping centers I frequented. The grocery store I stopped at on my way home from a trip, the restaurant I’d eaten at a month before. Two more doors down from a liquor store where my wife and I had stopped on our way to a party to buy a bottle of wine. I thought to myself that I have never considered nail salons or hair salons. Erotic massage parlors were cleverly hidden in plain sight.
I live in the northwest suburbs of my city and found that there were eight erotic massage parlors in my area of the greater metro area. I went to one of them and experienced an amazing sexual release while being massaged by both a younger and an older woman there. I was anxious to find out what I could get from the other seven massage parlors in my area.
Although I was aware of the costs of trying all the erotic massage parlors in my area, I decided to go ahead. I have worked very hard over the years and invested in commercial real estate every chance I got. When I retired, I built up my savings by selling two properties and paying off the other three with the proceeds. My house was paid off, my Land Rover was paid off and the only debt I had was on my wife’s new Audi. So I had monthly income from three properties, plus a 401K, and in three more years I would start collecting Social Security. Plus, my wife was still working, so she was paying all her expenses, including the car. I only had taxes, insurance, utilities, food and gym membership as monthly expenses. I could definitely afford to spend money on a cool new hobby.
I started by scouting all the locations in one morning. I drove into each one’s parking lot, parked a little further away, then walked around trying to see inside. All had their windows boarded up with pictures and advertisements. I began to realize that this was a common theme with erotic massage parlors. Each time I got excited as I got closer to the location. I was excited and nervous as I slowed down in front of each one. I could feel the pull within, beckoning me to enter and discover the carnal delights that awaited me within. By the time I checked out all seven, I was beyond excited. I was on fire.
I felt a longing for release and decided that today would be the day I ventured into my first new experience. I drove home and showered, again taking extra care to clean my penis, testicles and bottom. Just a little cock wash gave me an erection and I had to force myself not to go ahead and get rid of it myself. I wanted to be super excited at the new salon.
I did some groin grooming, put on clean underwear and clean workout clothes, and got in the car. As I was driving, I realized that while studying the location I started to feel the excitement and nervousness of going somewhere new. I realized that I had lost it, returning to the erotic massage parlor several times. I would have woken up earlier, but the feeling of nausea and nervousness of embarking on a new and unexplored adventure was missing. I definitely felt it in my penis and pelvis, where a distinct lust built up all day. Nervousness set in as soon as I left the house.
I stopped by the bank to withdraw some cash, not knowing the prices in a new place. I got back in the car and drove up the road to Happy Day Spa, which I had chosen for my first adventure. It was in a small shopping area with only 4 or 5 shops, well set back from the road. My heart started pounding as soon as I pulled into the parking lot. My thighs ached with desire. I realized my hands were shaking slightly as I went to lock my car. I didn’t know if it was from the sexual excitement of the day or nervousness, but I knew I had to get it under control before I entered the store. I took a deep breath as I crossed the parking lot from where I had parked, calming myself down.
Heart pounding, I opened the door and entered. It was a very modern, very clean waiting room with a counter on the right. Behind the counter was an elderly man. He greeted me with a smile, a repeated nod, and a heavily accented greeting. As I approached the counter, a pleasant looking woman who appeared to be Asian but multiracial appeared from the corridor and sat next to the man. He had dyed his hair so that it had hints of red in it and looked to be in his fifties, fit and trim. She was wearing some kind of uniform, matching white pants and a top with black trim that you might expect a massage therapist to wear.
The woman greeted me with better English and the man stepped back, letting her take the lead. I told her I wanted a massage, one hour, full body. Sure enough, he pointed to the menu on the counter to confirm my choice. We agreed on the 60 minute full body massage for $60 and she asked in pretty good English if I wanted to pay by cash or credit card. Aha! Pay It Forward Program. I told him cash and, trying to control the nervousness in my hands, I flashed my money and paid him the sixty dollars.
She gave the money to the old man, then led me back to a room about halfway down on the left. It was obvious I was the only one there as all the doors were open. He led me into the room and the first thing I noticed was that there was not only a sheet on the massage table, but also a thin velor blanket, both laid out for easy entry.
He told me “Face down” and left the room. As I undressed, I felt the nervousness begin to subside. The old man in front, the uniform, the top sheet and the blanket. I was beginning to wonder if this was an erotic massage parlor or just a massage parlor. It was open until 9:30 though so that was a good sign.
After I undressed and got between the sheets face down, he came back in and introduced himself as Sarah. I told her my name and she said in pretty good English:
– Nice to meet you.
She started my gentle massage through the sheet and blanket. My thighs were still aching with desire and I sat there hoping the sheet would soon be removed and the fun would begin. Her massage expertise was excellent, even through the sheet, which was confirmed when she pulled the sheet off my back, legs and bottom still covered, and applied oil for a thorough back massage.
If the sheet started to slide down while she was feeding, she made sure to pull it back up to cover my ass. She spoke from time to time, making sure to call me by name, which I know from experience is a marketing technique, meant to develop a relationship with your customer.
Finishing my back, she rubbed my ass briefly revealing one part at a time and with each stroke, I longed for the touch of my scrotum. But no such luck. Again, with my legs, he stroked up to my testicles, but stopped short each time. Overall, I was so excited the day we explored new lounges that I think I may have even moved my hips up involuntarily every time she approached my scrotum. I longed for her touch. But again, no such luck.
She put the hot stones and hot wet towels on me, then it was time for the return. It was standard, hold the sheet to shield his vision as I turned. Last chance, I thought. “If anything is going to happen, it will be soon.”
She did an incredible scalp and face massage, then each arm, then each leg. He did not remove the sheet, but uncovered each arm and leg individually. Every time he rubbed my leg, I tried to raise his hand higher, just a little higher to my cock. I wasn’t hard, but I was generally aroused enough that my penis was slightly swollen and enlarged.
Her last move was to massage my pelvis on both sides of my cock through the top sheet. Again, I tried to get her hand to move just a little towards my cock, but all I got was a slap on the feet and one word, “done.”
Sarah left the room and I immediately got up and got dressed. All I could think about was how turned on I was. She waited for me in the hall with the old man standing next to her and gave me a bottle of water. I tipped him a twenty, thanked him, and left for my car. As I was walking out the door, she asked me to leave her a review on Google. Sure thing.
I immediately started the calculations in my head. I had spent eighty dollars and gave up. That left me with a hundred and twenty in cash, the exact amount needed for the checkout and tip at the Vip Zone. I got into my car and sped to the Vip Zone parking lot, parked my car and rushed to the front door.
The woman smiled as I walked in and before I even got to the counter I asked, “Is Judy available?”
She looked at her register, then turned and looked at the clock behind her.
– About ten minutes, she answered.
I pointed to the full body of 60 minutes and put the money on the counter. She put the money in her pocket, wrote in her notebook, then said:
– Follow me, wait in the room.
He led me through the curtain into a room about halfway to the left. It wasn’t as big as the couch and shower room, but still bigger than the rooms on the right. Knowing I knew the drill, she just repeated:
– About ten minutes
And he left me alone in the room.
I undressed and noted the time on the wall clock. I decided to put the tip on the side table in the corner where she would see it when she came in. I did this, then lay face down on the table, uncovered. I dropped the small towel down between my calves. I was still on fire, in desperate need of release. I went over the experience I just had at Happy Day Spa and wondered if it was an erotic massage, and maybe since they didn’t know me I only got the massage but not the erotic part . But it just didn’t have that vibe. The old man, the uniform, the sheet and the blanket. Sarah was a very good masseuse and seemed very professional. Maybe I’ll give it another chance, I thought and looked up at my watch. Five minutes had passed.
The massage at Happy Day was a good massage and turned me on even more hoping for the magic touch but I never got it. I thought for a moment about the beautiful Anna and the incredible massages and handjobs I had from her. I thought of the older Judy and wondered what might happen if I tried to reach her breasts or put my hand between her legs. I hadn’t been that interested before, but suddenly, I found myself wondering how Judy’s pussy would feel. I wondered if she had shaved and decided she probably hadn’t, being a woman in her forties. I looked up at the clock again. Eight minutes passed. Judy will be here soon. I started fantasizing about Judy climbing up on the table with her head between her legs while I was on my back and she stroked my cock. She slowly lowered her shorts clad pussy right on my face and started rubbing it against my nose and chin. In my brief fantasy, she began to rock against my face until she climaxed as I smelled the faint sweet smell of her pussy through her shorts and panties.
Just as I was getting to the good part of my fantasy, the door opened. I reached up to see who it was and sure enough it was Judy. Confirming this, I saluted her and resumed the face-in-the-hole position.
“I’m sorry you kept me waiting,” she said as she began to rub my bare body from shoulders to feet.
– It’s okay, I answered. I really need this.
I realized after I told him that he could take it either way. I really need a massage or I really need a handjob. I meant the latter, not the former. I had just had a good massage.
He got up on the table between my spread legs and started working the back of my thighs, bottom and lower back. Every time he came near my scrotum he would gently touch it and giggle. This took me from the eight arousal level I was at about 9 and a half. She worked my ass for a while, then tickled the back of my scrotum, giggling as she did it.
He got up from the table and started walking towards my head. As she did, without thinking, I turned on my own, exposing my hard cock.
– Please, was the only thing I could think to say, gesturing to my hard cock.
– Do you want now? she asked.
– Please, I repeated, feeling like I would beg her if I had to.
Without a word, he picked up his bottle of oil, pouring a generous amount onto his hands and rubbing them together. She placed the bottle of oil on the table between my knees and as she turned to take my cock in her hands, I reached for her breasts. He turned to me with his oily hands in the air, giving me full access. Without asking, I quickly pushed down her tank top and then pushed off her lace bra, exposing her full, round, C-cup breasts. I wasn’t thinking, just acting on animal instinct. I saw her breasts in front of me and stood up, pulling her towards me. I took her left breast in my mouth and started sucking her nipple like a hungry child. As I did, she reached over to my cock and started caressing me with her oily hands. I moved to her right breast and took the left one in my hand, cupping her nipple between my fingers as I greedily sucked on the other.
She removed her left hand from my cock, sliding her arm around me and took the back of my hand in her hand. As I sucked and licked her nipples, she continued to caress my cock with her right hand and held my head to her breasts with her left. I was crazy with lust and passion as she held me and I sucked on her prominent nipples. The only things in my world at that moment were the feel of her hand rubbing up and down my cock and my hunger for her breasts and nipples. It suddenly occurred to me that she understood my animalistic need for her at that moment and she had responded perfectly. The next thought that crossed my mind was her pussy. I suddenly wanted it, knew I could have it and then, Boom! I ejaculated hard and fast, crying out as the shock hit me out of nowhere. Again and again, I shot my seed, which was flying everywhere.
I must have cried because she pulled me closer to her breasts and started whispering:
– Shhh…shhhh. Too loud.
He held me there for a moment, nipple still between my lips, as I came down from one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had. It took me more than a minute to regain my senses as she held me to her breast.
I let her nipple slip from between my lips, kissing it before releasing it completely. I moved away and lay down on the massage table.
– Holy Sisoia! was the only thing I could think to say.
She pulled her bra and top back down to cover her breasts, then chuckled and whispered,
– You are excited today.
– Yes, June, I whispered back. Very very excited today. Thank you thank you thank you. It was perfect.
He wiped his hands on the small towel and left the room for a moment. She came back with a hot wet towel and cleaned up the prodigious amount of cum that had flown all over me, the table and her.
As she cleaned me up, I apologized for my sexual assault.
– Judy, I’m sorry I put you in this situation, I’m sorry I didn’t ask you. I showed her breasts. Sorry, I repeated myself. I saw the light come on when I pointed to her breasts and said the word “sorry”.
She smiled at me and took my hand, placing it on her breast.
– All right, she said. Still holding my hand, she moved it down her body and pressed it against her pussy. It’s fine.
“Thanks, Judy,” I sighed, relieved that I hadn’t overstepped her bounds.
She was an elegant, middle-aged woman, and I respected her. I think I wanted her to respect me too.
– Now the massage, she said and giggled again. The rest of the class was great. I felt exhausted, relaxed, relieved of my sexual pressure, and a little closer to Judy than I had felt in the past. We had a new level of comfort with each other. No hot stones or wet towels, just a gentle, comforting massage.
When she finished, I stopped her from leaving the room immediately. I stood up from the table, my penis swaying as I stood, and looked over to the table where I had left the money. They were no more.
– Just a minute, I said as I reached for my pants. I took out my wallet and luckily I had another bill which I handed to him. When she reached for her, I took her hand. I looked her straight in the eye and said:
– Thank you, Judy. I really needed this.
Her eyes sparkled.
Then she stood on her tiptoes, pulled her mask down, turned her head up, leaned into me and gave me a slow, sweet kiss right on the lips. As he walked away he said:
– You are very cute.
Just like when Anna put her head on my shoulder, I got emotional and she started loving me.
She started taking the sheet off the table while I was getting dressed. When he had finished, he took the underwear and said:
– I’ll bring you water.
Then he left the room. I finished dressing and headed down the hall. When I got there, Judy and the old lady were sitting side by side waiting for me. I could hear them talking to each other as I walked down the corridor towards them, but they suddenly stopped as soon as I stepped out from behind the curtain. Judy handed me a bottle of water and giggled. The old lady had a big smile on her face and walked towards me, giving me a huge hug.
– Are you better now? she said softly in my ear. You are in a hurry today.
He looked at Judy and they both started laughing. Even though it was on me, I didn’t feel insulted or disrespected. I knew it was all a joke.
I smiled at the old lady, then looked at Judy and said,
– I feel perfect now. Thank you both.
As they continued to giggle, I walked out the door into the bright sunlight feeling as close to perfect as a man could feel. It had been a hell of an intense day.
I got in my car and drove home, reliving all the events of the day. Researching all the massage parlors that got me really turned on and feeling the need for sexual release. Great massage but failed attempt at Happy Day Spa, then rushing to the Vip Zone almost in a sexual emergency and getting such great service from Judy. And the wonderful way she finally let me feel her breasts. I remembered sucking her nipples, then her very clear message that it was okay for me to do that, and the promise of more as she put her hand on her covered pussy.
When I got home, I immediately went to the computer to choose my next adventure. I searched again for “Erotic massage near me” and this time when the results came up I didn’t just click on the map, I scrolled down a bit, wondering if the map might not have all the results. As I was scrolling down, a site caught my eye and the subtitle indicated erotic massage in my city. Rubmaps. I clicked on it and entered the name of my city in the search box when the site came up. They were all erotic massage parlors, this time with reviews. I clicked on the Vip Zone and a dedicated page popped up with hours, parking info and reviews!
I hit the back button and looked for other sites that could review erotic massage parlors. The next one I found was Adult Search. Listed erotic massage parlors, body massages and escorts. I clicked on that listing in Google, then entered the name of my city and clicked on the erotic massage button. Listing pages for erotic massage parlors have appeared. I found the listing for the Vip Zone and on the right it said eleven reviews. I clicked on that and an entire page dedicated to the Vip Zone appeared, with all eleven reviews accessible to me. I studied them carefully, reading other people’s massage experiences. All indicated that they had handjobs with some mutual touching allowed. It was fascinating.
I spent a lot of time over the next three days on the computer reading reviews for all the massage parlors in my town. I found that not all were listed, not all listed had reviews, and most of the reviews were two to five years old.
I spent a lot of time over the next few days poring over the adult search site, reading reviews of most of the parlors near me, and comparing them to the individual massage parlor websites, if they had one. Most of the reviews were very graphic and I learned a lot about the various services offered, the terminology used and the prices charged for various services. The possibilities seemed endless.
I also found the individual sites of erotic massage parlors very interesting. Some were very explicit about the sensuality and sexuality of their massages, with images of scantily clad women and small print paragraphs offering a range of pretty girls when you arrive, the low-key experience, private rooms and guaranteeing a happy ending when you leave . Others looked very proper and bland, but comparing them to the reviews, it was obvious that they also offered sexual services.
I still planned to visit most of the other six erotic massage parlors in my area, this time armed with more information. Maybe I could avoid the experience I had with Happy Day Spa in the future.
I was ready for my next adventure.
