The massage parlor
I had passed it many times. Massage salon.
I wanted to stop by, if for no other reason than to find out if it really was “that kind” of massage parlor. Even if it was, what did that mean? I wasn’t even sure what a happy ending really was. I pulled into the driveway and drove to the back of the building. It was late and dark even in a light-polluted city like Bucharest. I looked around before getting out of the car, confident that no one was around.
I approached the door and rang the bell. After a minute, the inner door opened and I could see an elderly woman through the metal screen door.
– Too late. We’re closed.
– Oh, yes? Fine thanks.
I went back to my car.
– Wait.
The door creaked open. When I turned around, the woman pulled me inside.
– There is one girl left. Let me see if it stays for you.
I went inside and she directed me to the first door on my left.
I entered a room with a massage table along one wall. At one end was a love seat. I cocked an eyebrow. I was no expert, but the arrangement of the room seemed to be a pretty good indication that it was in fact “that kind” of massage parlor. I figured a serious masseuse would want access to both sides of the table and wouldn’t want to stick it to the wall. Also, I couldn’t imagine what use a massage love seat could be, unless the massage involved a girl on her knees with a cock in her mouth.
– Have you been here?
– What is this? No, I haven’t been here before.
– Ok, wait here. I understand.
The door closed. I waited a moment. Then one more. Finally the door opened and a much younger girl leaned in. I could hear the other woman outside the door talking to her. Facem-a looked up and down, seeming to appraise me. I don’t want to brag, but I don’t look bad. On future visits, I would come to find out that I had earned the nickname “The Handsome”, a simple but flattering compliment from the massage girls.
In any case, she seemed to approve. She answered the older woman and then:
– OK. You pay now.
Nodding, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the bills. Taking them from me, he closed the door.
Again, I waited. After a few minutes, the door opened and she walked in, the rest in hand. She was pretty. I don’t know how else to describe it. Small breasts, but I’m a guy who thinks a B cup is perfect. I could tell she really was about to leave because she was wearing jeans and a light sweater. Again, I wasn’t an expert on these matters, but I was pretty sure that even if this was a legit massage place, it wasn’t business attire. When she closed the door, she looked at me and smiled.
– First time? You had to be naked under the towel.
He motioned to the towel on the massage table.
– Oh shit, I’m sorry.
– It’s fine. I’m waiting outside.
I took off my shirt as the door closed and suddenly I wondered if I was wrong. Jeans and a sweater…and she leaves while I take my clothes off? If she was a whore, wouldn’t she help me undress? Or at least not mind me doing it with her in the room? I put my clothes on the chair and got on the table, covering myself with the towel. Moments later the door opened again and she poked her head inside.
– Are you ready? she said smiling.
– Are.
She bowed her head in agreement and entered. He motioned for me to turn onto my stomach. I did, and she started by massaging my calves, putting some oil on them. He quickly moved up my thighs. He’s in a hurry, I realized. He’s behind schedule and wants to get it done as quickly as possible.
– You say it’s the first time?
I said yes again.
– Have you never been anywhere else?
I grunted negatively as her hands slid under the towel and caressed my ass. It only took a few moments before she moved towards my back.
– Do you like massage?
– That’s fantastic, thank you.
He moved to my shoulders. Not more than 30 seconds later, he spanked my ass. I raised my head.
She did it again.
– Come back, please.
I did so and she smiled at me when our eyes met.
– You are very good, he gestured towards my face, his finger making a circular motion. Beautiful.
I think I even blushed a little when I thanked him:
– You are very good too. At the massage and, I gave her the same gesture, beautiful.
She smiled at me as she started massaging my chest. It worked its way up my abdomen and then it happened. She lifted the towel to look at my cock. As quickly as he took it, he put it back. And then he started apologizing.
– I am sorry. I’m really sorry.
– No no. It’s fine. You’re not sorry, it’s okay.
She stopped.
– Yes?
– Yes, it’s okay.
She smiled weakly and moved to the front of my thigh. What had just happened? Was it a test? If so, it looks like I failed for the very simple reason that my penis wasn’t hard. I think because I wasn’t expecting it, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen yet, I was enjoying the massage in a rush and actually relaxing. But I was too relaxed. Considering I told her it was my first time and she probably wasn’t sure this was what I wanted, my lack of arousal probably tipped her off.
I realized that if I wanted to get this back in a direction that would end up unloading on or into this pretty girl, I had to do something. Of course, I didn’t want to do anything too overt in case I was completely wrong about this. My right hand was hanging over the side of the table. I lightly touched the back of her thigh as she bent down. When he looked back at me, I apologized for what could only have been an accidental touch.
– Oh, I’m sorry. I did not mean to…
– Not. Is OK. you can touch me
I smiled at her and began rubbing the back of her thigh, teasing only where it met the curve of her ass.
– Take care. I’m excited, take care of me.
I slid my hand up to cup her ass.
– I can do this.
She stopped.
– Yes?
I nodded. He paused for a moment, then unwrapped the towel. By now, I was strong, the anticipation had turned me on more than I remembered. In fact, a bit of seminal fluid formed from the tip as the towel was removed.
– So big. can i taste
Again, I nodded. She took my cock between her delicate fingers and I finally felt the warm wetness as her lips closed around me. It didn’t last long. She flicked her tongue back and forth a few times and then let my now wet cock escape her mouth.
– Mmm, salty.
Salted? That’s why he stopped.
– Do you tip? she asked.
It took me a moment to realize what he was asking.
– Oh, yes, I can tip.
And then it all made sense. The spur of the moment he had just made was to make sure I wasn’t a policeman.
She smiled.
– I will be right back. Stay there, she told my throbbing member, touching the tip with her index finger.
She closed the door behind her and I stood there alone, hanging in the breeze. I wondered what she was doing. Looking for protection? Is it cleaning? All of the above?
A few minutes later the door opened and she walked in wearing a tight black dress that barely hit her lips. Did he go to change? If things go as expected, I thought, it will be empty again in a few minutes. Why bother? Moments later, I changed my mind. She smiled at me and then posed with her butt sticking out. From my position on one elbow, I stroked it, then she reached back and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing red lace panties. She hooked her thumbs into them and slowly pushed them down, leaning forward and pushing her pussy back into me as she did so. I suddenly appreciated the wardrobe change. When he was done he gave me a devilish grin and threw my panties in my face. When I reached down to pick it up, she was throwing a leg over my midsection, facing away from me.
I took a moment to sniff her panties. There wasn’t much of a scent from the few minutes she’d been wearing them, but it was still arousing. I tossed them to the floor as she pushed her ass back into my face and I felt those amazing lips envelop my cock again. Her pussy was inches from my face. I stared at her for a moment, feeling her mouth move up and down my cock.
I leaned forward and buried my tongue in the masseuse’s pussy. She moaned around my cock as she pushed back into my face. I wondered if this was a rarity for her. Men are much more reluctant to give oral sex than women, and I thought that very few men would probably do it when they were paying for sex, and it wasn’t expected. This went on for a few minutes until she leaned back, letting my cock hit my hip and placed her in front of me. My nose was pressed against her anus, but I didn’t care. I just liked the fact that she liked it, even though it was work for her. Finally she came down, a string of her pussy juice running from my mouth to hers a few inches.
– Oh, let me pull it for you, she said as she began to remove her black dress.
I looked at her with hungry eyes and said:
– Do you have a condom?
She stopped with her dress over her shoulders, her perky breasts and the straight black hair of her pussy exposed. She smiled and nodded towards my groin. I looked down and there was a condom, already snug around my cock.
When had this happened? Had he mouthed it? I smiled at him.
– You’re good.
-Uh huh. I’ll make it right for you.
With that, he climbed on top of me, straddling me as he moved to the side. She didn’t drop to her knees and back onto my cock like my girlfriends had. Instead, she curled onto my cock, guiding it into her used but still tight pussy. With that, he began to jump with wild abandon. I watched, mesmerized, as my cock slid in and out of this girl, her perfect ass framing her pussy lips sucking my cock.
– Oh damn, your pussy feels amazing.
– You like? Oh, you feel so good inside me. I’ve been teasing you all day.
I’d like to say that I pushed her until I couldn’t. I normally last longer than most girls can handle. Once I went on until my foreskin was bleeding. I wish I could say this took so long.
I don’t know if it was late and he wanted to make me cum (if he did…he knew how) or if I was just so turned on by the situation and how hot and good she was, but it only took about five minutes before my cock my throbbing inside her pussy, filling the latex with cum. I did not say anything. I guess I was hoping it would continue. As excited as I was, it wasn’t out of the question that my cock would stay hard and we could go straight to round 2. Unfortunately, she slowed down when she felt it.
He got down on the floor and removed the condom, being careful not to let it drip on me. He then reached into a small electronic gadget which turned out to be a towel warmer. He used it to clean my penis as it had lost its hardness. And then the second really surprising thing of the night happened. Still naked, she got on the massage table with me. He put his arm around my chest.
– Next time you come, come earlier. We pull it two, three times.
I smiled at him.
– Okay, but in the meantime…
I got off the table and pressed my lips to her labia again. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders and wriggled. I was somewhat proud of the fact that it took less than five minutes for her to lift her hips off the table, thighs shaking as she orgasmed on my face. There’s something really satisfying about making a sex worker orgasm.
He ran his fingers through my hair.
– Ok, get dressed. I’m bringing you a hot towel… for your face.
She smiled at me. Apparently the room had only been equipped with one. She left the room, naked as the day she was born. I stood up and reached for my clothes, then felt the hair. On the back of my tongue, I could feel a straight black hair in that most annoying of spots. I put a finger in my mouth, but I couldn’t take it. So I took a tissue from the stand and scraped it along my tongue. Then he came back in with the towel.
He saw me wipe my tongue and misunderstood my intention.
– Are you okay. I wash. My pussy is clean for you.
– No. I do not know. I have a hair…
She smiled, understanding. Pushing my hand away, she pulled my chin down, making me go “ahhhh” like a doctor. She put her tiny fingers in my mouth and pulled the hair out, rubbing them together to make it float to the floor. Then she wiped my face and mouth with the towel while her other hand cupped my legs.
– Come back soon, I’ll make it even better for you.
I smiled.
– I owe you a tip. I took my jeans and put my hand in my pocket. I didn’t even bother to count. It deserves more than that. I knew it would be hard for me to think about her for the rest of my life.
He looked at the stack in his hand. He leaned in, whispering in my ear:
– When you come back, I’ll let you fuck my ass.
Her tongue flicked my ear as she pulled back.
Still naked, she walked out the door, while I promised her I’d be back. I stood there for a moment, enjoying the moment the other woman appeared in the doorway. She didn’t even blink at my nakedness. I’m sure she’s seen a lot of penises in her life.
– You get dressed and leave.
He didn’t take his eyes off me until I was out the door.
Unfortunately, I never saw her again. I got another girl, a dyed blonde, who told me my nickname. But that’s a story for another day.
