Second visit to the erotic massage parlor
After my first surprising experience at an erotic massage parlor during a visit to another city, it stayed in my mind for a long time. I vowed never to tell anyone, but it was a secret that was always close to my mind. The experience was so sexy, so satisfying, so mysterious and so memorable. I felt no guilt, no remorse, no regret. There was no pre-planning, no intention. I had no feeling that I had cheated on my wife. She had ended our sex life, and although intercourse was painful for her, we could have continued to care for each other in different ways. I asked her, I almost begged her. But for her, sex was in the past. She loved me, she loved the money I made her, and she loved living in her nice house with her nice life. I had been sexually satisfied by a woman I didn’t know, had no personal relationship with, and probably would never see again. I had only made a purchase to meet a need that my wife chose not to meet. No fault.
Then the pandemic began. If I thought about going to a massage parlor in my own city, the idea was dashed along with so many other things that were sacrificed due to Covid 19. Returning to the city where I had received my first erotic massage was out of the question. We hadn’t completely shut down our lives, but something as close and intimate as a massage was out of the question. I didn’t even cut my hair.
During this time, I started looking for erotic massage videos on porn sites. It was fascinating to watch a woman start a massage with a man and end up giving him a handjob, a blowjob or even pulling her on the massage table. I’ve seen everything from 20-year-old beauties to 60-year-old women giving massages and oral sex. With each viewing I relived the experience I had in the past. I discovered videos filmed in massage parlors in Vietnam, Thailand and Singapore where the massage therapists were nothing more than prostitutes in disguise, giving up the massage after 3 or 4 minutes to start earning their tips.
On one of my trips out of the house, equipped with a mask and latex gloves, I drove past a suburban shopping center a few kilometers from home and noticed a sign that read “MASSAGE” on the towering marquee near the entrance. I went back and drove downtown, driving slowly in front of the shops that line the parking lot. I slowed down even more when I saw the sign above the door: Vip Zone. The front windows were completely covered with pictures of hot stones, aromatic oils, services offered and the satisfied faces of people receiving massages. I parked my car and started walking towards the salon. As I walked past it, I slowed down and tried to see inside, but I couldn’t. I reached the end of the row of shops and turned around, walking slowly past the massage parlor again, almost pausing to open the door and look inside. I wanted to, but I changed my mind. What would I say if there was someone right on the other side of the door? Too risky, I thought. My heart had sped up though and I felt a familiar movement in my thighs. It was exciting, flirting with the idea of going in and maybe getting another sexy massage. I wondered if they did the same thing here, or was it what it looked like from the outside: a day spa offering foot reflexology, massage, waxing and body scrubs? I rushed back to the car and sped home.
I went straight to my computer and searched for “Vip zone” and immediately got a kick out of it. I saw in the Google overview that they were open until 06:00, seven days a week, and it made me suspect that it was a cross between erotic and tantric. Why would you get a massage at 06:00 if you weren’t looking for a little action? I clicked on the link to their website and began to think that maybe I was wrong. It seemed very generic. It covered the services offered, had pictures of men and women receiving massages. As I scrolled through the one-page site, I saw testimonials from both men and women. Then, near the bottom, were three pictures, lined up horizontally. In each of them was a scantily clad young Asian woman, one in her underwear, and all showing plenty of bare-topped legs and breasts. They were all beautiful and had seductive faces. Then I read the fine print below: erotic massage. Good service and ultimate relaxation through erotic massage. If you are looking for an unforgettable time or a discreet erotic massage experience, this is the best choice.
Damn it! I thought. That’s it! I felt very excited at this moment realizing that he was so close to me and my body was growing with excitement. I briefly considered a quick massage, but I wasn’t sure when my wife would get home. Instead, I studied the website again before shutting down the computer and getting on with my day.
Over the next few months, I frequently shopped at the grocery store in the same mall just so I could drive by and check out the Asian massage parlor. I got out of the car a few more times and passed him. I even parked in a parking spot right across from it once and listened to music for about half an hour to see if anyone was coming or going. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I found it all very stimulating, very exciting and very exciting.
Then came news of the vaccine. My wife and I were not in the first group to receive it. I was under 70 but over 60 so I was in the second group. Little by little, life began to return to normal, and although we were still wearing masks, we ventured back into the world in what we felt was a safe way. We even started eating out in restaurants again.
With the lifting of restrictions, my fascination with the Vip Zone began to grow. My visits to the parking lot increased in frequency. I often visited their website to see the pictures of the three beautiful young women with almost bare breasts and those magical words, “tantric erotic massage” which indicated to me that I could get some quality time if I went there.
I kept thinking about it and soon it became almost all I could think about. I felt nervous about it; what if someone who knew me saw me coming in or out? I realized I was being ridiculous. I had never noticed that place in the five years I had been coming and I walked around until I saw the sign. I wasn’t sure after two years what could happen inside those walls. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer, my excitement won out. I went to the ATM at my bank and got a few hundred in cash, then called the Vip Zone. Again, a woman who spoke very little English answered and when I asked if I needed an appointment or if I could just walk in, she said I should come now. Started very similar to my first experience. I jumped in the car and immediately drove there. My hands were shaking a little, my breathing was ragged, and as I approached the front door, my heart was pounding in my chest.
I entered and found a similar small waiting room with Chinese decorations and an aquarium. Behind the desk was an older woman wearing a protective mask who looked up and said:
– You called?
I told her yes, I called, and she smiled and pointed to the menu. For some strange reason, I watched “Combo Foot Massage” for 90 minutes. 30 minutes of foot reflexology and a 60 minute massage. I thought to myself, why not enjoy the full menu?
Knowing I would have to pay in advance, I took the bills out of my wallet and gave them to him. She wrote something in her book, pocketed the money and told me I should follow her. As I passed through the curtain, I noticed that this place had the same atmosphere as the previous place. I just felt the same way, and with the upfront payment I felt pretty sure I was in for a treat. Again, it was a long hall with doors on both sides. At the end of the hall, I saw a group of three young women who pinched and scattered as soon as I passed through the curtain, disappearing into the back rooms.
Instead of going to the end of the hall, I was escorted to the first room on the left. There was a large chair covered with a cushion on one side of the room and a massage table on the other. The woman said:
– Sit on the chair, take off your shoes.
Hmmm……didn’t look promising but I did as I was told.
In just a minute or two, my provider came in and closed the door behind her. She had a tub of hot water in her hands and placed it on the floor in front of the chair where I was sitting. She looked very submissive as she bent down, rolled up my pant legs and told me I should put my feet in the water. I did what he told me and found the water warm and a little oily. She left the room.
By then, my enthusiasm had waned. I soaked my feet for a few minutes and she re-entered the room, this time with a towel. He indicated that I should take my feet out of the water, and as I did so, he wrapped them in the towel, moved the tub to one side, and pushed the ottoman in so I could rest my feet on it. She picked up a wheelchair and sat on the other side of the chair.
He started kneading my legs and used his thumbs to penetrate deep into the pressure points. God, it felt good. I had never had a foot massage other than a few minutes during an entire experience. It was incredible and I felt my whole body relax and my mind float. The half hour passed in what seemed like a heartbeat. She never said a word but looked at me every now and then and seemed very sweet. He had a very gentle look on his face.
When she was done with the foot reflexology, she stood up and pointed to the massage table and said:
– Take off your clothes.
She took the tub of water and left the room. Okay, I thought to myself. Here comes the good part.
I started undressing in a hurry, and when I was naked, I approached the massage table. To my dismay there was a sheet, neatly folded to make an easy entrance for me. With more than a little disappointment, I ducked under him and put my face down in the intended hole. In just a moment, she turned around and started massaging me through the sheet. What’s going on, I wondered? After a while she moved the sheet from my back and applied oil for a wonderful back massage. She continued to massage my neck, shoulders, back, bottom, legs, but always kept my bottom mostly covered. He would uncover one side, rub my bottom, then cover and expose the other side.
Out came the hot stones, then the hot towels. There was never a point where I was completely exposed and never a time where she would “accidentally” touch the boys. Then came the magic words:
– Come back.
To my disappointment, she lifted the top sheet, shielding her eyes from my private parts, then covered me when I was on my back. She continued with a very nice, very chaste massage, then spanked my bottom and said:
– Snake
I looked at her with a questioning look on my face and said:
– Ready? She repeated:
– Snake..
I sat on the edge of the massage table and wrapped the top sheet around my waist. I stood while she collected her oils and towels and waited for her to leave so I could get dressed. Then he did the strangest thing. He put his things down, came close to me and hugged me, holding me for a long time. The top of her head only came up to my chest. As he hugged me, I had the feeling that he knew why I was there and that I somehow received a comforting hug. She ended the hug, pulled away, gathered her things and left. I got dressed and headed for the front door.
When I returned to the waiting room, the masseuse was sitting by the counter and the same older woman with a mask was behind the counter. I tipped my girl for the 90 minutes, and she bowed, then hurried back behind the curtain.
– Did you like it? asked the older woman at the desk.
Feeling very disappointed, I shrugged my shoulders and replied:
– It was OK.
He looked at me for a second, then pointed to the service menu on the counter and said:
– Next time, you get this.
She pointed to the 60 minute full body massage. Then he said:
– You will love the full body massage.
He handed me a bottle of water and I walked out the door to my car.
I felt disappointed, but I was still very excited about my expectations. I’ve been coming to this for almost two years and it’s been a disappointment. I decided to go to a local tavern for a beer before going home and drink my beer for half an hour until I felt like I was back on earth and living in the normal world again. I had invested a lot of hope and over a hundred dollars and got nothing but a great massage. Well, I told myself. I could have worse problems.
Over the course of the next few days, I continued to go over the whole experience in my mind. I was sure it was an erotic massage place. The vibe was there, the website copy, the late hours. Everything pointed to that except the experience I had. However, two things stuck in my mind. The awkward hug from my masseuse and the advice from the woman at the desk when I left. Maybe I screwed up by ordering a foot massage instead of a body massage. Maybe that’s what the old lady was trying to tell me. Maybe they thought I might be a cop. I’m too old to be a cop, but maybe they thought I might be a retired cop who works undercover to expose massage parlors that offer sex services.
After 5 days of intense thinking, and still horny as hell, I decided to go back for another try. Again, at the ATM for a few hundred in cash; again the road to the shopping center where the Vip Zone is located. I parked nearby, locked my car, then realized I hadn’t called before. Remembering the three girls in the back, I figured it was probably okay to just show up, so I ventured out.
As I got closer, the same feeling came over me. My heart began to beat faster and faster, my hands began to shake very slightly and I felt the agitation in my thighs. I opened the front door and walked into an empty waiting room. A minute or so passed and I began to think. Then another minute or so of complete silence. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the same woman came out from behind the curtain, masked for Covid. When he saw me, instead of going behind the counter, he came up to me and hugged me.
– You came back! she said with a happy smile. Want 60 minutes for the whole body?
He went to the menu and pointed to the appropriate item.
– Yes, I answered. Full body for 60 minutes.
She smiled and said:
– Good choice. We will take care of you. She went behind the counter and told me the price. Hoping he didn’t detect the slight shaking of my hands with excitement and nervousness, I took my wallet out of my pocket and took out the bills to pay. I made sure he would see that I had more.
She jotted something down in her book, put the money in her pocket, then looked up and said:
– A moment.
She disappeared behind the curtain and when she reappeared she had an Asian girl in her thirties with her. From what I could see behind her mask, she was a beauty for sure. Long hair down to her shoulders, wearing a tight black tank top with a plunging neckline and tight black mid-calf yoga pants. A bit of a full waist, but also full breasts and a full, round butt. The woman said:
– This is Anna and she will take care of you.
With that, Anna took my hand and led me through the curtain and down the hall, past the first door on the left, to the back, standing by the last door on the left and motioning for me to enter. He followed me inside. I was amazed at the size of the room; there was a shower stall in the corner, a couch across from it, and a massage table in the middle of the room. New Age music played quietly. A screen blocked any view from the door into the room.
Anna smiled at me and said:
– Take off your clothes, then she left, closing the door behind her.
I couldn’t believe I was in the same place. Perhaps I had passed a test and was now deemed worthy of sexual service. I was getting more and more excited as I started to undress. Greeting from the woman at the front, Anna holding my hand as she led me into the room with the shower in the corner. They all made me believe that I was right. The last hint was that after I threw off all my clothes and prepared to lie down on the table, there were no more sheets to cover. Just a small towel.
I took the small white towel and lay face down on the table. Laying on my back, I placed the towel haphazardly over my ass, placed my face comfortably in the hole, and waited for Anna to return. Just as I was settling in, I heard the door open and Anna’s voice.
– Ready? she asked.
– Come in, I answered.
The first thing he did was remove the towel from my ass. I was standing there completely exposed. I spread my legs a little further on the table as a signal to her that I’m ready for anything. He stood up on the leg of the table and knelt between my spread legs and I was aware that he must be looking directly at my ass and testicles. She gave me a very, very thorough massage of my legs, bottom and back, being completely comfortable touching my testicles while massaging me. After about 10 minutes of establishing that he wasn’t shy about touching my things, he got off the table and sat at the head of the table. She leaned over me, resting her breasts on the back of my neck and began to rub my back. As she reached for my back, my head got caught in her cleavage. Then he jumped on the table and towered over my head. She started massaging my lower back and bottom, leaving her feet right on the back of my head. With light pressure, I felt her pussy on my scalp through her yoga pants. Short but very effective. I was getting more and more excited.
The thought crossed my mind that I wanted to turn around and have her rub her pussy in yoga pants on my face. With that thought, I realized I was getting hard and wished I had arranged my cock to point upwards. It was bent and I was laying on it and it got uncomfortable as it started to harden. I raised my pelvis briefly, hoping it would straighten itself, but I still wasn’t hard enough.
Anna got off my head and moved to the foot of the table, and as she did, I reached underneath and adjusted my cock to a more comfortable position. He started working on my legs, then my calves. Her touch felt wonderful and none of the sexual magic of her pussy on my head stopped. I felt his gaze on my spread legs and testicles and began to feel comfortable that he could see my very private parts. I actually liked it. She paused and moved to the left side. Focusing on my hamstrings, she applied pressure to the back of my thighs and moved her oiled hands up to my testicles. He stopped short, reached for my other leg and did the same. Every time her hand came near my legs, I had a surge of excitement in my cock. She took her oil and dripped it on my bottom and back of my thighs. Then he paused.
A moment passed, then I felt her, the oil splashing on the back of my scrotum. She slowly and lazily let the small trickle of oil trickle all over my sensitive scrotum. Putting the oil down, he began to rub my ass, with deep strokes that caused my buttocks to not flex. Then down to my hamstrings. After a good workout at the back of my thighs, he turned his attention to my private areas.
She started stroking my testicles and slowly reached underneath to find the base of my cock. I stood up a little to give him access. I was already half hard, and when she started squeezing the base of my cock, my little boy jumped to attention. I wanted to see her, but I was face down, face in the hole. I could feel the inside of her soft forearm against my testicles as she reached underneath and continued to gently squeeze the base of my cock for a minute or so, then suddenly pulled away. I heard the door open and close.
I got up on my elbows and looked around. I was brought back to reality just for a moment, seeing my surroundings. The sofa and the shower in the corner. Soft music, soft light. I sighed and put my head back. I felt no shame or worry about being exposed. I was totally in the moment.
Moments later, I heard the door creak and felt his presence next to me again. I half expected to feel hot stones, but instead I felt the hot, wet towel on my back. Her full palms pressed on my back and soon she started to wipe off the oil. Then the hot wet towel over my legs, pressing and wiping. Anna carefully wiped my testicles at the end, then covered me with a sheet that had been hidden until now. Uh-oh, I thought. Is the sheet for when I get back?
Anna used her body weight to press down and create pressure all over my body, drying me out in the process. My fears were allayed when she patted the sheet and said:
– Over.
Gone is the sheet, gone is my privacy. I was once again in the position of having to turn around and expose my most intimate parts. This time, however, I enjoyed it.
I wanted to see her, to see Anna’s face and body. Without hesitation, I turned around, my fully hardened cock on display. I felt no shame and looked directly at her, truly seeing her for the first time. She wasn’t an incredible beauty, but she looked good, and although she was a bit plump, she had huge breasts. Her eyes looked at me over her mask.
She started massaging me again, working on my chest and shoulders, slowly going down to my abdomen. Again, I felt a surge of eroticism as he moved his hands closer and closer to my cock. He came closer and closer. Closer and closer until her hand crushed my now erect member. He didn’t tease, he didn’t stop to ask for a tip. Once she touched him, she returned to him with each stroke of the massage, finally focusing only on him with long, smooth strokes.
I was completely hard now and Anna grabbed my cock and started pumping gently. He looked at me as if to say, “Okay?” and I nodded. With that, sitting on her right side next to my chest, she turned so that her back was facing me and began working on my cock in earnest. Each slow, oily stroke felt like a little piece of heaven.
I reached out and started stroking her back. I could feel her bra strap under her black tank top and it made me want to take it off. I reached my left hand under her left arm and felt her left breast. It was full and heavy through her bra. She neither encouraged me nor denied the action, so I went a step further and put my hand up the front of her tank top and into her bra. I looked for her nipple. It was hard and I gave it little pinches as best I could in this awkward position. Again, she didn’t resist, but she didn’t encourage me either.
Meanwhile, she picked up the pace of my cock, starting to stroke it up and down. Before I could tell him to slow down, my cock erupted and I felt extreme pleasure wash over me. I squirted four or five times and Anna was saying, “Okay, okay, okay” as I went over her hand and onto her belly. He milked me for a moment, then grabbed the wet, by now cold towel and the discarded sheet and started cleaning me up. I removed my hand from her breast and kept my right hand on her back while she worked.
– It was very pleasant, I said. But I ejaculated too fast, you should have gone slower.
I have no idea if he understood me or not, he just smiled and repeated:
– Okay, okay, okay.
It gave me another three or four minutes of work for my legs and calves with my cock lying on my leg. I liked. Finally, he gave my legs three hard taps and said:
– Snake
I stood there just a moment after he left and enjoyed the post-orgasmic moment. I got up from the table and started to get dressed. Anna returned and began to change the sheet on the table and remove all the used linens from the room. After putting on my pants, I took out my wallet for her tip. I gave her three twenties and she bowed and thanked me, so I figured that must be enough.
I walked back into the lobby and the older woman was behind the counter.
– Happy? she asked. I told her I was very happy and very relaxed and she laughed.
– You come back. We take care.
With that I walked out the door and into the car. Damn, I said to myself, all this just two km from my house. I felt no guilt, no shame, just excitement at the thought of my return.
