Quick fuck is not love

I have about two hours for lunch and before my next meeting. I am in a different suburban town. There are a lot of Korean restaurants in this area. I am wondering if the massage places have Korean workers. I looked on line and there are lot of places from which I could choose. How does one pick the right place for the right service. I have been tending to want to find places that give really good massages and just push the limits of sensuality. I can finish it my self. I don’t have to have an awkward discussion on the tip amount and the service rendered. A good normal massage will advertise licensed professional, they require an appointment, and generally ask for a health history. These places provide a good therapeutic massage and generally no sensuality. Some places provide a therapeutic massage, but the sheet or towel placement is minimal. Maybe it covers the penis and that is all. When the masseuse takes the towel off, and says it is too hot, then you know that something is going to happen. Some places really are just a front for sex. Nothing more than a quick fuck. I am not a fan but I don’t say no when it happens.
So anyway, I see an online profile for a Thailand massage. Ok, maybe there is a Thai person who can provide a two hour deep tissue massage. I would like that. I arrive at the place which is in a strip mall. Two of the six retail spaces are vacant. There are a couple of teenage boys hanging out by the sidewalk by the street. They don’t have shirts on and are talking loudly. I am a bit cautious. I park the car at the next parking lot. I walk over to the door. It doesn’t open, but I ring the bell. A cute Asian woman in a short black dress with white trim opens the door. She says, “come in baby”. She holds my arm and takes me to the second room on the right. It seems like there is a counter further back. The hallway is dark, but is lighted with multi color strip lighting. It seems like a disco. Is this a dance hall? The woman says, ” pay for the massage”. I ask, “How much?”. She tells me a dollar amount plus a tip. I take out my cash purse. I don’t like to take more cash than I am willing to spend or lose that day. I have never had someone steal, but I have had women keep asking for more money until there is none left. Remember to only bring as much as you are willing to pay for what ever service that is offered. Showing an empty purse is a good way to show I are serious about what you will pay. Remember, that these women work hard, and even if you pay them more than you think you should, it is probably less than what an attorney, or a physician, or a psychiatrist will change your for a personal consultation. Be generous, don’t be stupid.
I pay her. She takes me into the room and says,” take off your clothes, I will be right back.”. She leaves. The room is fairly big. There is a chair, and a nice basket for my clothes. The massage table has a sheet and a towel on the face hole and one lying on the sheet. It is obvious that there is not a sheet to get under. I lay naked on the towel. I figure the sheet has not been changed, but probably the towel gets changed occasionally. She comes into the room. She starts in on my back. I can tell this is not going to be the best massage, but to make it better I let her work my back and legs as long as possible. I don’t give any sign of sexual stimulation. In fact she is kind of hurting me with her dry hard rub. I sure have my doubts about where this going. After about 15 minutes she starts to lightly touch my butt. She asks, “Is it ok?”. I say, “yes”. She keeps moving her fingers gently over my butt and inner legs. I want her to make me lift my legs . She drums and slides her fingers across the ridge of my butt. It is not that sensual. What is really happening here. I am going to lay until I get a hard on. She stops, and says, “Turn over.” What! I am not ready I think, but I turn over. My penis is sort of hard. She looks my penis, and holds her hands apart, like she is telling her friends about the size of fish she caught. I don’t really need her. I am not that hard. She leans in and asks me, ” how much tip will you give me?”. At this point I am just sceptical about what she could do. I look at her face, and stare into her eyes. I ask her, “Do you fuck?”. She nods her head. I ask again, ‘Do you fuck? Are you good at fucking? She is standing there and is holding out her hand. She says, “how much tip? I lift her skirt. I see she has grandma underwear on. She has a short skirt but ugly underwear. She has a multi colored tattoo on her tummy. It is dark so I don’t see what the picture is. I would like to know what it is. I look perplexed. She holds her hands out for money. I reach over and run my fingers down her neck and between her breasts. I notice that her dress zips from the front. She moves over to my clothes and gets my pants. She knows where my money is. I reach in and pull out a couple of bills. I know it is not enough for a fuck, but I am testing her. She circles her fingers indicating she needs more. I ask, “Do you fuck well? She says, “yes”, and smiles. I pull another bill out along with a condom. Still not enough, I know it and she knows it. It seems like they share what is the going rate for a fuck. I wonder if it is any different if the client is old and bad looking of if the client is young and sexy. Well I am old and sexy. The price must be higher because of that. I pull the final bill out. She takes all of the together with the condom and stands by the wall facing away from me. Is she shy. I see her unzip her dress. She pulls it down it drops to the floor. Her old woman’s underwear comes off. I am looking at her from the back. She has a brown spot on her back. She unlatches her black, and I give her credit, a sexy bra. She drops it to the floor. She bends over and she piles her clothes on the floor. She turns around. She has the condom in her fingers and she is coming towards me to put it on me. I stand up and go up to her. I want to touch her. I lean up against her, and she leans up against the wall. Perhaps I am over powering her but I didn’t want her putting the condom me and making me fuck her fast. I don’t hold her I just let my body presence invade her space. I touch her with my chest. I reach my hand down to her pussy. It is clean shaven. She is trying to put the condom on me as we are standing. I back away enough so she can wack my penis enough to get it hard, and she slips the condom on me. I am still trying to stick my penis into her while she is standing. She pulls my hand and heads to the table. She lays across it, and opens her legs wide. She grabs the oil container, squeezes a bit and lubricates her pussy. She says, “put it in slowly”. I don’t think she is too much into this. She is probably thinking about what she had for lunch. I see that damn tattoo, but I am more interested in fucking her , than in figuring out what it was representing. Just a bunch of colors. It may have been a beach scene with green palm trees. Something like that. I slowly enter her. She makes a fake sound of excitement and pleasure . “Oh baby, ah. Eee”. I keep my pumping her slow. The table is making a very loud rhythmic sound. I don’t care. Perhaps some will come in. She is under me. I hold her tits. They are very nice tits. I have never held tits like this. They are full. The flesh is soft and full. It seems like warn jelly under flesh. My hands are rough. I wonder what she is feeling? I keep my slow rhythmic fucking. She has become quiet. She reaches her hand to my tits. She grabs them and squeezes them. I pick up my pace of fucking a she squeezes my tits. The harder she squeezes, the faster I thrust my pelvis into hers. I am standing while she is lying on the table. The faster I move the harder I thrust my pelvis into her the quieter she becomes. She is feeling it now. No fake emotions. Just an open mouth breathing. I smell her lunch. She had something garlic or spicy. It is not a bad smell, but not a good smell either. It is the smell of a woman being fucked so hard that she is not faking a response. I decide that I need to finish it myself. I shift my knees up to the table and quicken my pace of my thrusts. I don’t care anything about her. I just want to cum. I feel the pressure building. I am pumping her as fast as my pelvis and hips can contract. Her mouth is open, framed by lips painted in red lipstick. She is pretty, but I don’t care. I only feel my engorged penis. I explode. Once. I thrust again, a little more comes it. Another tine it seems like the majority volume comes out. Several more thrusts and I start to think I need to pull out so none of our body fluides connect. Perhaps love is when you don’t care if you share body fluids. This is just a fuck. I pull out and stand up . She immediately stands up an gets me a towel. She removes the condom. I look for the hand sanitizer. We both spread it around our genitals. It always stings my penis when I do this but it makes me feel safer that we didn’t share body fluids. She turns away from me to dress. I get my clothes and start to dress. She is dressed before me. She straightens the towel on the table. I guess it doesn’t get changed. I am sharing with the next guy. She is now looking at her phone. It looks like she is looking at a social media site. That is more interesting than being fucked. She reaches down to the floor where her clothes were. The money I gave her was still there, she picked it up and puts it away in her dress, and the used condom, wrapping and tissue she gives to me. She says, “please throw away off site.” I find this odd, because this is what happens at a legit massage parlor when you have sex, but this doesn’t seem legit. It must mean that she is not telling her boss of her tip money. I take my packets of trash and she leads me to the door. She doesn’t give me water, just showes me the door. I am glad that I am not coming back here. She knows it too. I walk to the dumpster in the parking lot and deposit my used condom and wraper. We really didn’t share much together at all..