Follow up on something off.

A road trip
Earlier this year I had a great time with a woman at a massage parlor. I visited her several times. As her time working at the one place in my city was going to end, she gave me her phone number and texted me. She sent me the location of her new place. It was a two hour drive. Even though I would have like to see her again, it really was not worth a two hour drive in traffic. I was curious about the place she went to so, I thought that if I was ever in that area I would stop and check it out. So it has been four months since I texted her. I doubt she would be still there. I had to go to a city four hours away, so this place was about halfway. I thought I should at least go by and check it out. I wonder if she was still there. I left in the afternoon and arrived at the massage parlor about three in the afternoon. The place was in a suburban strip mall. There was a sign above the door that read in big letters, massage. Ok this is the place. I go through the metal and glass door. It is a fairly big waiting room. Off to my right is open counter. Behind it was big old couch. On the couch was a pile of blankets which moved when I approached the counter. Two Asian women got up. One took a blanket and covered herself. The other woman dressed in a white short dress with blue trim got up. They said something to each other. Obviously the woman with the blanket was going back to sleep and the other would have to see what this odd old man wanted. She straightened her skirt and smiled at me. She asks,” do you want a massage?” It is evident that I do because she comes around the counter through a door on the side, and takes me by the had down a fairly wide corridor. On the right are doors, on the left is a bathroom, then some laundry machines, and a little kitchen. She takes me into a room which is pretty big. In the corner is the massage table, next to it a chair with a rolled up towel, with a plastic flower on it. I wonder about the flower. Sometimes I see the plastic flower on the table, and I have to move it. This time, if I wanted to sit down to change I would have to move the flower and the towel. She looks at me. She asks me,”how much time do you want, sixty or ninety minutes.?” I say “sixty minutes “. I really don’t want so spend money for a longer massage if it is just going to be a quickie. Looking at her, I get a feeling that she will be ready to have a quick trick to avoid the work of giving me a long massage, I give her the money for sixty minutes.
Back to the flower and the towel. I wanted to sit to take my shoes and pants off. I moved the flower and towel to a table. I took off my clothes and hung the on hook on he wall. I picked up the towel and laid face down on the table. Most massage rooms are small, and the walls feel link they are closing in on me. In this room the massage table was placed in a small alcove, so that two walls seemed to be near and the other walls were distant. The entry door was distant. It couldn’t hear what was going on outside the door, so I had no idea when the woman would return. I tried to relax but the odd sense of space kept making me sit up to look across the room. I was thinking of that woman. She has been here, but she wasn’t here now. I could imagine her working here. She had such a pleasant manner. She had told me that she loved me. At the time I didn’t think that was true. How can someone tell you that they love you when you have only had sex a couple of times. Of course , it was great sex, and she had multiple orgasams but that isn’t love, is it? A friend asked me about massage parlors and potential for sex. I said it is possible, especially if he doesn’t go to a place where they have licensed professionals. Sort of like hiring an unlicensed contractor to work on your house. You may get a great job, or you might get fucked. In a place like this, I can get fucked, but not a great relationship. My only advice was that he shouldn’t fall in love with a massage worker. Why was I here? The last time I went to a massage parlor I couldn’t even get hard. I was fearful of having penile erectile disfunction. Today is the day to see if I can get a hard on, and fuck this woman. I had a long time to think about things in this odd space, in a normal, suburban strip mall. The woman comes into the room. I am lying face down with the towel just barely covering my butt. I want her to give me a massage first. The kind you get when you want to get hard. I have had therapeutic massages where I don’t get hard, and it is great. I want to have my manhood returned to me in this odd shaped room.
I look up and say, “hello, how are you today?” She asks “how are you?” I reply, “I am fine”. She asks, “is this is the first time you have come here?” I reply, “It is my first time here. How long have you been here?” She replies, “One week.” She comes close to the table and starts to massage my shoulders and back. She takes the towel that is half across my butt, and spreads it out across my back. It feels warm. Her hands flow down my back. The towel provides a nice feeling with her hands pressing through the towel. She asks me, “ what pressure do you want hard, medium or soft?” I say, “I will let you decide what I need.” She laughs a little bit at that, and continues to massage my back and shoulders. She then removes the towel and adds oil her hands and spreads on my back and down to my butt. She has a nice touch. Her small hands are very nimble in the way she squeezes my skin and flows along my spine. She has experience providing good massages. I wonder if this will turn out to be just a massage or something else, I am wondering if I should ask her if she knows the other woman. I realized that if I wanted to contact her, all I would have to do is text her. I don’t do that as I really want to keep these experiences as transactional as possible, and not complicate my life. I had offered to massage her, and I did a fairly good job. I would like to massage this woman. I wonder what color her underwear is. After about half an hour into the massage, she leaves to get the hot towels. It she comes in and uses two towels to wipe the oil off me. She asks me to “Turn over, and do you I want more, and what tip I would give me?” I stand up off the table completely naked and reach for my wallet. I pull a couple of bills out ,and a condom. I hand it to her, as I motion to my penis. My penis was hard, but not super hard and was already getting a bit limp. I don’t know if I am over my problem. She takes it and says, “Okay “. I ask her, “can I massage you?” She says , “yes” . She drops her one piece dress to the floor and climbs on the table. She climbs in such a way that her cute ass is in my direction and as she is wear in a dark brown colored underwear her butt checks stand out. I am standing and I reach out and caress my hand over her butt. A nice way to start a massage. She is lying down on the table. I gently massage her back and arms. She is a bit tense,so I rub her neck and shoulders. I climb up on the table and straddle her back. My hard dick lands on her butt. I let it hang and move across her back as I massage her. It feels nice to me and I think she is enjoying the hard dick, or my hands, but in any case she is making some soft pleasing noises with her breath. I motion for her to turn over. I pull at her underwear with my teeth. She puts her hand on my head to move me out of the way, and rises her but up bends her legs, and in an instant her underwear is gone. She has a little hair on her pussy. It has been trimmed but she is not shaved. I once shaved a woman’s pussy. She wanted it done as it was bothering her. We ended up having sex because she found that having me shave her was sexy. That is another story, but I do think that I would like to do that again, and when I see pussy hair I imagine shaving it and then sucking that clean shaven clit. I am thinking of this, so I am getting hard. She reaches under the sheet for the condom. She sits up and opens the package. She removes the condom, and rolls it on to my dick, using her mouth to make sure it is well fitted. I also become very hard and I will have no problem fucking her. She puts a little lotion in her vagina. She says, “it is so big!” I spread her legs. I gently lean over her. I kiss her left breast as my hand is guiding my penis into her. There is a bit of resistance to my penis. I kiss her other breast and I slide in. She is tight. She starts to move her thighs up and down. She is fucking me from below me. I rise up slightly so she can get a full movement of her thrusts. She fills in the space I created with thrusts up. She is using her legs firmly paced on then table to bring her hips up, and her tight vagina around my hard dick. Which at this moment very hard. She makes a very low moan. I am surprised because it is such a low tone. She makes another, and another, in time with her thrusts up. I wanted to fuck her long, but I feel about to explode. I cum and cum. My body shakes a bit and I feel release. She lays flat. I pull out of her and get off the table. She gets up and grabs some tissue. She removes the condom and wipes it clean. She puts on her dress. She say, “ I get a hot towel” and she leaves the room. I lay back on the table waiting for her. She comes in and wipes me down. It feels nice. She asks me, “Do you want to finish the massage? We have ten minutes.” I say, “no, I will get dressed. Thank you.” I start picking up my clothes as she leaves the room. I get dressed. I take the flower and put it back on the chair.
I am glad that I can still have a hard on, and I was able to fuck a woman. I shouldn’t be too afraid of a penis malfunction. At least not now. I leave the room. I want to use the toilet, but I hear a man coughing in the restroom. I turn around and see another woman. She was probably servicing the guy in the toilet. We check each other out. She is actually more of my type than the woman who I had fucked. Yes, I am still attracted to good looking women, and women who fuck. I guess I am a man. I get in my car and decide I needed a cup of coffee before I start the remainder of my trip.