A reader decided to share how his visit to the massage parlor ended. It turns out that he had no idea that it would be an erotic massage, and what girls who help men and even women are really capable of. Perhaps such professionals are worth visiting not only abroad.
“I play football in my free time. My friends and I have built a really good team over the years and we rock the court at least once a week. Everyone knows that sometimes the game leads to injuries. Stretching the strained muscles is usually enough and the pain goes away, but sometimes I need a professional help.
Once, over a glass of beer, the guys mentioned that there is a great massage parlor at the other end of town. Only girls work there. Since I remember well what the middle-aged woman who massages my tight muscles 2 times a month looks like, I frowned. I was being massaged by a woman whose figure would be perfect for a discus thrower and whose hands were slightly larger than mine. However, as my friends talked and giggled suspiciously, I took the number of some girl they offered and called the very next morning to arrange a meeting.
Talking on the phone, the first thing that struck me was her voice – soft, but a little hoarse. I imagined in my mind what the owner of such a hypnotic voice must look like. However, I didn’t cherish vain hopes, so that there would be no disappointment later.
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A few days later, I was driving through the city and scolding myself for giving myself to such an adventure. To go to one of the most remote areas of the capital at rush hour, only to lie on a cold massage table… Instead, I could sit in front of my TV, watch the game and sip a cold beer. The tension in the shoulders didn’t lift the mood either.
When the navigation announced that I had finally reached my destination, I frowned because I was in a block of tenements. When I found the right stairs, I pressed the intercom button. Apparently she was already waiting for me, because after a moment the door was unlocked. I went up to the third floor and found the door of the apartment open.
This salon was very different from the small medical practice where I usually got my massages. The lights were dimmed and the subtle scent of incense tickled my nose. A real beauty in a thin gown was waiting for me. The apartment was cool and in the dark you could see her nipples shining through the light material. Her voice was even more impressive in reality and her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. Probably to show the kind face.
As the masseuse came closer, I realized that she was older than she appeared at first glance. I was misled by the youthful figure. Swinging her hips, she led me into another darkened room. Handed a towel and asked to undress. At first I froze because it was usually customary to stay in shorts. However, the atmosphere was pleasant, so I complied with her request. She never took her eyes off me.
At her request, I laid down on the massage table, which was covered with a soft towel. Although my view was directed towards the floor, I could clearly see her smooth legs peeking out from the short robe. She was shoeless, so I could observe her beautiful feet and brightly polished toenails.
***
I heard her uncork the bottle of massage oil and rub her hands together, warming the liquid between her palms. Then the first drop of oil fell on my back. Even with all the weight of my body pressing on my cock, it became painfully hard. I had to grit my teeth as her hands slid down my back. This type of touch barely resembled a physical therapist’s caresses. First she carefully explored my shoulders, then moved down in excruciatingly slow motion. I felt a few drops of oil drip down my side. My skin shivered. She asked me in her sexy voice if I was cold. I couldn’t form a normal sentence – just mumbled something that was meant to be a negative answer.
She sighed and pulled the towel off my hips in one quick motion. I had no objection. To be honest, I didn’t even think to resist as her hands were already sliding over my toned thighs. This massage could have been anything but relaxing. She caressed my calves and went back to my thighs. I could feel her standing right at my feet as her chest bumped against my legs as she bent down. While I was giddy with the feeling, she boldly ran her finger over my backside. I winced. She stroked the place for a while, calming me down. Then asked to turn around.
I was harder than ever, but I knew that if I didn’t turn around, I’d never get what that awesome introduction promised. So I just turned around. She smiled when she looked at me. Then she stroked my legs in a circular motion, slowly moving upwards. Finally she grabbed my testicles with her warm hands. I was so stressed I felt like I might pass out. She then grabbed my thing and slid her fingers down its entire length. Looking straight into my eyes, she frantically worked her delicate, oiled hands until I exploded in her hands.
***
She smiled and wiped her hands. The masseuse’s clothes were soaked with massage oil, so I could see that there was a dizzying nudity under the robe. She asked me to relax, although I was so satisfied that I even dozed off while she wiped the massage oil from my body. After a while she woke me up and left me alone to dress. I was beyond confused at what this stunning blonde had just done with her tiny hands. When I left the room, she had already changed. She held out her business card and subtly hinted at how much I owed. Later I realized that I should have paid double because I didn’t feel any pain in any part of my body when I was driving home.”