My first visit to a massage parlor
What made me go to a massage parlor for the first time when I had survived the first thirty or so years of my life without feeling the need? It’s just that I hadn’t had sex in almost three months and I was really turned on. Of course this had happened before, but this time I was in a relationship and enjoying an active sex life until my girlfriend was sent to another city for three months by her employer to work for their division there . No problem, I’m happy for her. I missed her, but three months is nothing, and some aspects of being alone for a while appealed to me. I never even thought that going without sex for a while would be a problem — after all, that’s what your right hand is for!
What turned things around was that the week before, she “called and dropped the bombshell that she had been offered a years-long contract with that division and was planning to take the offer. It would mean her resigning from her home job, with no guarantee of being rehired at the end of the year. Suddenly, our future seemed to be in doubt. I had my own business to run so there was no way I was going to move. If the year went well, he was likely to be offered another. If he didn’t come back, he might end up in another part of the country.
I expressed my doubts, but she was dismissive, saying that if I had such an opportunity, she would follow me. Of course, the difference was that I could support her in a freelance role, while she couldn’t do the same for me. And my business just wasn’t portable, which she knew all along. The phone call ended, not very happily, and my resentment of her behavior grew throughout the week. I could easily imagine what she would have said if I decided to leave my businesses and move to the other side of the world for a year without her, no discussion.
The following weekend I visited a friend, Rich, a few hours away from where I lived. He wanted me to meet his new girlfriend. The weekend went well with lots of good talk, food and drink. However, they were all over each other and on both mornings I awoke to the sounds of grunting and moaning and creaking bed springs in the next room, all of which added to my frustration.
Diane was a pretty and attractive girl; she was friendly and not particularly shy. The next morning she knocked on my door and brought me a cup of hangover coffee. He was wearing a short silk robe and I knew he had nothing on underneath. As Diane bent down to place my coffee on the bedside table, I could see her full cleavage and as she spoke, her magnificent thighs were no more than eighteen inches from my face. My hand was nursing my usual morning hardon under the blanket and a week’s worth of saved up cleavage almost spontaneously burst out as I thought about her no doubt still sloppy pussy so close to me. I was overcome with a mad impulse to throw the blanket over my back and beg her for a handjob, but I resisted. It probably would have ruined the weekend.
I decided then and there to have some sex on the way home. I had to pass a big city and surely I could find someone. I had no conscience about my decision to cheat on my girlfriend, she had just announced that she was leaving for a year with almost no discussion, so she expected me to become a monk? What would have been up to? Normally it wouldn’t have occurred to me to do that; I thought we were happy together, but over the past week I’ve begun to question that assumption.
As I was driving back I thought about going to pubs, looking for singles bars etc but it just felt weird. I also knew I would look desperate, which wouldn’t help. I called into a service area for a break and saw a tourist information booth. I asked to see the local classifieds, searched for “massage”, and there, to my surprise, I found it. I called the phone number, which was answered by a sexy husky voice. I asked if I needed an appointment but was told:
– No, come only when you are ready.
The innuendo seemed to confirm that it was the right place. I jotted down the address, bought a map of the city, and resumed my journey with new hope and a bulge in my pants that was there and off by the time I hit city traffic.
When I turned onto the street where the given address was located I was surprised to find that it was a residential area. There were few people around, just a couple walking their dog and a guy washing his car. The saloon itself appeared to have been a shop at one time. The windows were blacked out and had a logo that said something about relaxation. There was no doubt that we were in the right place.
I suddenly felt as nervous as I had been a few minutes before I parked and waited until the dog walkers had passed, not wanting to be seen walking into a massage parlor even though there was no one at fifty of km who knows me. There was nothing I could do about the guy washing his car, so I got out, locked the car and sped to the door. I rang the bell, feeling very visible as I waited, but the door opened within seconds and a youngm-a let me in andm-a polite greeting
– Hello, how are you doing today my love?
– Eh, ok, thanks.
I recognized his voice from my previous call.
– Have you visited us before?
– No, I haven’t been before.
– Well, a half hour massage costs £5. Your masseuse will be down in a moment, and if you’re happy with her, you pay at the desk here before she takes you upstairs. If you need anything else, she will talk to you in the treatment room.
I was a little dubious, but what the heck — if it turned out to be a scam, it would be an experience. It wasn’t like I was going to make a habit out of it. Just as I had decided to go, Charlie walked through the door. To be honest, my first reaction was slight disappointment. He was much older than I thought. She was in her early 30s, I thought, and wore a short, sexy robe tied loosely at the front to reveal her legs with stockings and panties and a white lace bra.
– Hi, I’m Charlie; would you like to come upstairs with me?
It took about two seconds to reprogram my brain and I heard myself say,
– Yes please!
I paid with a shaking hand and followed Charlie up the stairs. The view alone was worth all the money!
Once in the treatment room, she asked:
– Have you had a massage in a place like this before?
– No, I answered honestly.
– Okay. You paid for a half hour massage, but most clients like a little more, so I’ll tell you what I can do and how much it costs.
She went through an extensive menu.
There were more, but I don’t remember everything. Each item had a different price. She wasn’t offering full sex, whichm-a a little surprised, but nom-a worried as I have already decided to opt for breast massage.
– I opt for breast massage, please.
– Ok, my love, if you want to pay me now, I will leave the room for a moment and you can undress. There’s a towel for you on the bed.
I gave her the money and my hands were still shaking for some reason and she left the room closing the door behind her.
I undressed, wrapped the small towel around my waist and lay on the bed feeling a little vulnerable and wondering what the hell I was doing. Charlie soon returned, closed and locked the door, and undressed. When she got out of her panties, she put her hands over her head and asked:
– You like me?
– The da.
Her breasts were firm and of good size with very dark nipples, her legs were long and there was an untrimmed bush where they met. He asked me to turn around saying he would start with my back and asking if I would like oil or powder. I opted for oil, of course, my mind fast-forwarding to the end with my oily cock between those magnificent breasts. At this point I was worried. I hadn’t been with a woman in almost three months or masturbated in a week. I was naked in a room with a very sexy lady, also naked, who would soon give me a proper handjob. I should have gotten hot instantly, but I didn’t. It must be nerves, I thought.
Charlie started on my neck and shoulders, rubbing and kneading the scented oil into my skin. It felt good and I started to relax as she moved on my back pressing her thumbs into my spine. He soon reached my buttocks, squeezing them and moving his hands over them in a circular motion. Her finger slipped into my crack and brushed against my testicles, but moved to my thighs without lingering. I was feeling much better now and a nice warm sensation spread through my cock. Not a hardon, but it was on its way! Charlie squeezed and rubbed my thighs for a minute or two, and just as I was about to suggest him, he moved back to my buttocks, squeezing them and pushing both thumbs into my crack again. She worked closely around my ass and for a moment I thought she was going to push her thumb in, but she slipped her oily hand between my legs and started gently stroking my testicles. I spread my legs wider and she slipped her hand under me, squeezing my cock half hard and saying,
– I think it’s time to go back! she suggested.
I turned around and she slowly went to my cock, rubbing one of my nipples with her other hand.
– You can touch me if you want, she said, still masturbating me slowly.
I lifted a heavy breast and gently rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then placed my hand between her legs, feeling the wetness and curly hair. I was fully erect now, and she caressed the top of my cock with her thumb, entwining her fingers around my testicles.
– Are you ready for my breasts now? she, he asked.
– Yes, I’m ready now.
– Ok, we’ll do this on the floor.
She pulled my cock.
I swung my legs off the couch and stood up, my cock sticking out straight in front of me. She took a pillow from the sofa and put it on the floor.
– Lie down there with your head on the pillow and I’ll show you how to do it.
I did as I was told and she knelt between my legs, her buttocks resting on her heels.
– Okay, put your legs around me and stand up until your bottom is in my lap.
When I was in position, she put some oil between the breasts and spread it around. She rubbed some more oil on my swollen cock, pulling my foreskin back and rubbing it with her thumb. When everything was slippery, she took one of her breasts in each hand and enveloped my cock with them. He squeezed them together and started moving them up and down. The pink head of my cock went in and out of her cleavage with each movement and the sensation was exquisite, warm and soft and slippery, just like a pussy. Charlie took her time and moved her breasts up and down at a steady pace, saying things like:
– Wow, you are very hot now dear, do you like to feel my breasts? You can cum on them whenever you’re ready, just cum when you want to encourage me.
Charlie continued like this for a few minutes and I started to worry that I wasn’t going to ejaculate like this and that she might have to finish with her hand, but she continued patiently and soon the feeling was intense. As it built up, I said:
– I will ejaculate, here it comes now.
– Come on baby, give me your cream, cum for me now.
A mound of cum fell from my grip and she craned her neck, looking up at the ceiling as I shot. Three of the four thick pearly strings erupted from my cock, spraying her chest and neck to her chin, followed by weaker sprays that fell on her breasts. When I was done, she let go of her breasts and, gripping my cock firmly, carefully squeezed the last drops from me while massaging my testicles with her other hand. He leaned back a little, still holding onto my cock.
– Wow, you needed it so much! Are you feeling better now?
– The da!
On her chest and neck, between her breasts and, sexiest of all, a drop hanging from her chin. I loved the contrast between my creamy white cum and her dark skin. Charlie was completely unfazed by the mess and continued to slowly masturbate me until I began to soften. When I was almost limp,m-a cleaned with a wet wipe and then took care of herself. We got dressed and thanked and tipped him. She kissed me as I left, told me to come again soon, and opened the door for me. I went down the stairs, the receptionist offered me a coffee, which I refused and left.
I quickly walked to my car and drove home feeling good, all the tension gone from me. When I got home, there was a message on my robot. My girlfriend had changed her mind and would be home in eight days at the end of the three months. She loved me and missed me, she said, and she didn’t want to be away from me anymore.
