What is an authentic sex experience
I am driving to my weekly music practice with friends. They meet in a church located in a quiet neighborhood. There is a small business district with shops, restaurants and bars. I see a A frame sign with the name of a massage parlor. It is a new one, or at least the sign is new. I continue to music practice. It is a great practice. I feel good about what we did. We sound good. I decide to check out the massage parlor. I park my car on the side street. The place is located on a one way street with limited parking. I ring the door bell. A middle aged Asian woman opens the door. I say, “I would like a massage. She says, “come inside.” I notice three pairs of slippers by the door. I don’t see any outside shoes. She is wearing grey yoga pants, and a matching grey top. She has a nice body. Nice sized tits. Her face looks a bit stressed. She looks a bit older than most women in massage parlors. She will probably give me a good massage. I take my shoes off by the door. I follow her down the hallway. There are three massage rooms. She takes me to the last room. She says, “get undressed.” She leaves the room. I get undressed. There is only a small towel on the table. I lay on the table, and put the towel over my butt. I hear her knock on the door, and she came into the room. She says, “hello. What kind of pressure do you want? Hard or soft?” I lift up my head and say, “Thank you. Medium please.” I put my head back down on the table. She repositions the towel across my butt to cover my back and my butt. She massages my back with the towel as a medium between her hands and my back. She proceeds with a very nice back rub. She has nice pressure and flow. She places my arms so they hang over the side of the table. She leans against my arm and rocks side to side. She then stands so my arm is in her crotch. She rubs her thighs against my arms. I could move my arms. It doesn’t matter to me if she gets some pleasure from this. Perhaps she is just using her body as leverage in her massage strokes. Other times this has happened to me, the woman wants to be touched. I don’t react, as it could be an accident. I want it to be very clear what is being offered and what is being given. She moves around to the top of the table. She leans over me as she gives me long strokes down my back and around my butt. I can feel her breasts touching my back. So she is massaging me with her hands, arms and breasts. She is wearing a tight shirt. I feel the fabric, but also the shape of her tits as they bear down on me. I can’t see, but she is probably wearing a bra. I wonder if I will be able to touch and kiss those breasts. Eventually she removes the towel completely from my back. This is the point I could object, and ask her to put it back. It is also the sign that she may offer to do something else. She applies oil and rubs it in deeply with each stroke across my back. She strokes my legs, and on the inside of my thighs she lingers and strokes in a circular and kneading motion. She reaches all the way up to my crotch and the back of her hand rubs my balls.
She says, “I get hot towels.” She has a bit of a lisp to her voice. I don’t think it is her accent, but a speech impediment. What a good job for someone who doesn’t want to talk much. She comes back into the room. The hot towels feel nice as she cleans the oil off my back. She uses a separate one on my legs, and she reaches and gives my balls a nice firm wipe. The dry towel she moved away is on my back. She is wiping me down. She finishes, and I see the room get dim. She must have turned down the lights. She says in her lisp accented voice, “turn over” I turn over. She massages my thighs, and asks with a lisp, “do you want massage?” I think, what is she asking? She stops and points at my hard penis. I say, “yes,”. She asks a question by making the statement, “you give me a good tip?” I say, “yea”. She starts to massage my penis. I really want to suck tits. So I reach my hand out to her back, and pull her toward me. At first I am massaging her butt with one hand. My other hand pulls up her shirt. She is wearing a black bra. With her shirt up I can pull her bra down enough so her nipple pops out. I remember the woman on the island, who said circle around the nipples for the best results. I circle my tongue around her nicely shaped nipple. She gets up on the table beside me. I reach down with my hand on her crotch. I use my whole hand to press her crotch. My middle finger lingers over vagina. She is getting into this. She pulls her pants and underwear down to her feet. I try to use my feet to take them off completely. She says. ‘ I will do it.” She reaches down and takes off her pants. She says, “clean your hands.” She takes a spray bottle of disinfectant and a towel then points to my hands. She sprays my hands completely. I wipe them off, as she is laying down on the table. While I had been cleaning my hands she had removed her shirt and bra. I lay beside her. I can suck her tit. I don’t know why I like it so much. Women like to suck tits as well. My hand starts to move in her crotch. Her head turns to the side and closes her eyes. She is quite pretty with an angel face. I put my face down on her breast. I realize that I have a bit of a stubble. Another woman would have said, “oh that hurts.” This woman just focused on what I was making her feel with the movement of my hand. I have watched a couple of the videos by doctors who explain where the spot I need to touch. My fingers find that she is starting to open. My middle finger reaches in, and I massage the soft area behind the bone. She takes her hand and places it on mine. She is directing the location and the movement of my hand. I am her human vibrator. She is not making any loud noises. Her face looks even more soft snd angelic. I think she is losing years with each minute I massage her. I feel her shake just a little bit. Then she starts laughing like I was tickling her. I remember the other woman saying that when she cums, she is ticklish. This woman cummed. In hold on to her. She is quiet. Then, she says, “you made me cum!” She sees that my penis is still hard. I asked her, “can you use oil?” She lathers up my penis with a lot of oil. I cum very quickly. She grabs some paper towels and wipes it off. She asks, “do you want to take a shower?” I say, “yes”. She goes with me to the bathroom. I get in the shower, and I hear her going pee. It is amazing that just a short time before I would not know I would be showering while a woman pissed next to me. I open the shower door. My penis is still a bit hard. She touches it and says,” it is still hard.” I got the feeling she wanted a second round, but she didn’t know how to ask. I was thinking that I could fuck her, but I was a bit tired, and my regeneration time is longer than ten minutes. Still, it would be fun just to fuck her until I was completely tired. She leaves the bathroom. I go back to the massage room. She is not there. I see her in the hallway. She is dressed and is waiting for me to get dressed. Ok, there is not going to be any additional playing tonight. I get dresses. I take my tip money out. I go to the door. She hugs me and says, “ I needed that. Will you come again next week?” I say, “ maybe.” She says goodbye and says my name. I don’t remember telling her my name, but I must have told her. It could be that she said, goodbye honey, and I didn’t understand her.
This encounter was interesting in that it turned out differently than my other adventures. She wanted to cum. She wanted an authentic sex experience. It is different than transactional sex. It is different than sex of being in love with someone . She wanted to enjoy the sex, and I really wanted to make her enjoy it. It was just pure authentic sex. Both of us enjoyed the sex. We both got what we want by giving to each other. There was no lingering desire to see each other again, other than it would be nice to repeat this experience again. I would love to have more authentic sex. How does one ask another for authentic sex? What is the definition of authentic sex? I don’t know exactly, but I think this experience was definitely a good example.
This woman laid beside me. I had my hand and fingers where I have learned give the most pleasure, but she directed the movement to make her feel good. I liked looking at her face that was turned to the side as she lay on that table. Her eyes were closed. She had a smile that was of concentration. She was completely in herself. I was there but I was not the center of her concentration. It was the pleasure that I was providing and she was taking. I didn’t stop until she was clearly satisfied. She giggled like she was being tickled. It was a joyful sound. It was a sound that she made involuntarily. It was done from her heart. When she was done feeling good, she made time to make sure I was satisfied. She seemed that she was in tune with my body as she was able to mark me cum so quickly. Perhaps it is sharing intimacy at the same time as focusing on yourself. In life there are often imbalances in relationships. Those imbalances make authentic sex difficult.
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