I had to go to a suburban city to pick up some stuff at Ikea. As I am driving there I see a couple of spa with signs advertising massages. It was a cold and rainy day, so if I didn’t have to wait that long getting my order picked up, I would stop and get a massage. To the pick up counter. Surprisingly there was only one person in line. I get my stuff and leave. I check my wallet. I really only have enough for a basic massage and a tip. In any case I have been a bit disappointed in the actual massage part of the visits to Asian spas. I park my car and go up to the door of the massage parlor. It is unlocked, and there is a counter. They take credit cards, and there are actual massage licenses on the wall. This looks ok. A short Asian woman comes out. She says to wait fifteen minutes. She takes me into the massage room and says to take off and get under the sheet. She is an older woman. She is probably in her mid forties. She has some normal looking sweat pants and a shot sleeve t-shirt on. She has short hair and is mot wearing any make up. She doesn’t pull my hand to go to the room. I just follow her. She leaves, and I get undressed and lay on the table. This is a nice warm room and I can do some writing. There is some soft Chinese massage parlor music playing. In the next room I hear her talking with the other client. I don’t hear anything that sounds like sex so I am pretty sure I am going to get a good massage today.
The other client leaves. After a couple of minutes she comes into the room. I hadn’t paid her,so I reach for my wallet and give her the money for an hour. I snuggle face down on the table. My face goes through the little donut hole at the top of the table. She rubs my back and legs through the towel. Then she asks if I want to have an oil massage. I say yes please. She pulls the sheet down from my back. She acts surprised. Perhaps because I have a pretty body. She does a really fine massage on my back and arms. Then she pulls the sheet down to my knees. I don’t say anything so she starts to rub my butt. She is also going deep into my thighs. I am getting a bit hard as it is the right motion forward and back that feels so nice. She continues to work on my thighs. She goes up the thighs and over my butt, and then down the butt crack to go on the other thigh. She doesn’t reach for my balls or dick. She is just doing a full massage. She the pulls off the sheet completely. She continues her massage to my feet. She pulls and twists my feet. She massages the pressure points in my feet. It feels really good. We are approaching the thirty minutes mark for the back side. There is no indication of any sexual act to come. She gets the hot towel. She wipes my back and legs. I really like this cleansing ritual. Really it is probably only to keep the massage table from becoming a mess of oily mixed with body oils. It feels nice. She puts a warm dry towel on me and rubs me down. The she pulls off the towel and says turn over. I turn over and she doesn’t put a towel on. She takes the oil in her hands and starts to massage my penis. Oh this is a pleasant surprise. Usually there is some sort of exchange about what I would like. She smiles at me and laughs. She gets my confirmation of acceptance with my return smile, and the instant boner I get. She is very good at the hand job. She rolls her hand around my dick, and uses her other hand to gently massage my balls. She will make me cum today. I reach up and touch her. She keeps working my dick. I slip my hands under her shirt. Her skin is a bit oiled. It feels soft. Gently I rub her tits. I feel her breathing. She says, cum baby cum, I think she is saying it to my penis, or to herself. It works. I feel that fullness right before the cum comes out. I convulse. I cum, but she continues to work it. She wants to get it all out of me. I am past where I would stop, but she is knowledgeable and gets that second round of cum. I am shaking. She cleans me up. She is smiling. She leans over and tells me that I am thirty five years old. I look into her eyes and say that she is twenty five. We smile and laugh together. She says, we have time. I want to massage your head, you need it. She proceeds to give me a head and face massage. The door bell chimes. Someone else has come. My time is over. She goes out to meet her next client. In get dressed. She comes back into the room. I give her a nice tip. She was not expecting it, but she deserved it.
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