Two massage parlour experiences. | 2016

I've had two massage + happy end experiences so far. They are quite different – the first more hesitant, the second much more explicit.

I wrote about them because I enjoy writing, and because I would have ideally liked to read some detailed accounts before going, so perhaps these will be useful to someone. I've posted these in slightly different forms elsewhere (not on Reddit), so I hope it's not too pour form to post them here.

Experience 1

This was my first time getting a sensual massage, so I had no idea what to expect. A few month prior, I’d had my first ever normal "therapeutic" massage at a legit spa, and had found the gentle brushes that just missed my dick to be excruciatingly arousing. Since then, I was determined to find an opportunity to visit a... less formal parlour, in the hope that things would go just a little further.

I called an hour ahead, asking for a 1 hour slot, and confirmed the price of $60. My appointment was 2pm on a week day (had the day off work), and I arrived a couple of minutes early. The venue didn't look especially seedy. I was a bit nervous as I walked in, but he host (an older Asian lady) put me at ease with some friendly conversation, pointed me to my curtained-off part of the room, and asked me to strip and get on the bed. The room was clean enough, with a big sign saying "NO SEX". The partition walls between my section and the bit next door could have been better privacy-wise, but that was my only complaint. A few minutes later, another lady wandered in, waved hello, and wandered out. I didn’t catch her name, but she was a bit younger (mid 30s?), slim, with big eyes, wearing yoga pants and a tight top. Not mind-blowingly gorgeous or anything, but definitely attractive enough for me to look forwards to the physical contact.

Eventually, she came back in and began the massage. Based on my little experience, it seemed like it was a really good, proper massage – not a all a pretend excuse of a back-rub – to the point that I was unsure whether this was in fact going to be a fully legit massage, and I wouldn’t get offered extras (and I was too shy to ask :) ).

So for the first 45 minutes, I wasn't entirely sure what I'd gotten into: there was nothing undeniably sexual about the way she was massaging me, apart from a few - increasingly frequent - strokes that brushed against my balls, and some occasions where she brushed, then pressed here thighs against my hands as she leant over to tend to my back. Those brief moments were excruciatingly hot to me, specifically because they could have been interpreted either way. It felt like walking a tight rope of sexuality. Then, about 45 minutes in, she asked me gently if she could pull off my underwear, which was super hot. I loved that feeling of "just crossing the line" from serious massage to something special. Her rubbing became more intimate and I got painfully aroused; it was difficult to keep lying on my front because of the bulge, and my pre-cum making a mess on the paper towel beneath me.

With about 10 minutes to go, she asked me to turn over and gently asked if I wanted any "extra". To be 100% sure I wasn't getting the wrong idea, I asked her to explain what she meant, and she motioned a hand-job. I said yes, and she proposed $20 for straight HJ, and $50 for naked HJ. I said I wanted the latter, and handed her the cash straight away.

She stripped all her clothes off quickly, removing her top then rolling her yoga pants and panties down together, a little patch of wetness visible on her panty crotch – and launched into a pretty damn good handjob, starting gentle, lots of variety, good eye contact. She gave me plenty of compliments as she went too. She seemed to be having fun, or doing a very good job of pretending. She saw me staring greedily at her slim body, as her small tits jiggled with the motion of her wrist, and her ass arched out as she bent over. "You can touch", she said, so I started running my hands over her body. She seemed to enjoy me touching her breasts, but went quite still when I ran my fingers over her pussy lips. I wasn’t sure what was considered OK, so I didn’t push it, and went back to her cute little boobs.

The HJ carried on and intensified, finishing a few minutes over-time, which didn’t seem to be stressing her out at all. When I came, she giggled cutely and said "Cool!" excitedly, which I thought was a nice, positive touch.

She then towelled me down, and gave me plenty of time to get my mind and stuff together. Overall I must have been in the room for 15 min over time, but that didn’t seem to be an issue at all.

On my way out, both ladies tried to ask me lots of questions about where I’d come from, when I’d be back next etc... which I found a little disconcerting. I just wanted to get out at that stage. And exiting onto the busy road wasn't a great experience – although, again, it doesn't look especially dodgy from the outside, so perhaps it didn't matter too much outside my own embarrassed mind.

So there we go. Overall, it was a low-key but professional and enjoyable service, not too overtly sexual but satisfying nonetheless, which suited me just fine for a first time experience. I’ve since had a completely different experience, coming up next.

Experience 2

So, this was my 2nd massage, and was much more directly sexual than my previous experience. I had intentionally chosen an establishment with "no sex" in their marketing, because I definitely only wanted the relaxing massage and happy end, no full sex. The experience ended up actually being much closer to full sex than I anticipated (without actually crossing the line). This could be good or bad depending on what you're after (probably quite good for most :) ).

I called about 12:30pm and asked the receptionist if they had any girls available at 14:00 for a 1h slot. She sensed I was a touch nervous, made me feel comfortable by reassuringly guaranteeing me a slot, and booked me in.

I arrived 5 minutes early, walking in as quickly and discretely as possible. The outside is a bit seedy, and was unlikely to pass for an entirely legit massage place to any onlookers watching people walk in... although it doesn’t scream "this is definitely a brothel!!" like the another place did a block or two further down the street.

The receptionist greeted me and confirmed I was the person who’d called, then explained that, because I hadn’t explicitly requested a specific girl when I called, they had all been booked out by other clients. So only she (the receptionist) was available. She was in her 30s and attractive enough so I nearly said yes, but she was a little pushy (whereas I prefer the more submissive type); also, I’d read in a review about this place that getting a massage from the receptionist is a bad idea because she’ll keep stopping to tend to reception. I asked how long I’d have to wait to get someone else. Fortunately she wasn’t at all offended said it would only be 15 minutes before someone called Eva was freed up (who, she assured me, was very talented and much in demand). She offered me a seat next to reception, hidden behind a folding screen, which looked like it was usually used by the girls to rest/have lunch.

After 20 minutes (during which the receptionist made polite conversation over the screen, guaranteeing she had the best girls in town, encouraging me to become a regular etc…), Eva walked in and introduced herself. She was giggly with sweet facial expressions, in her early to mid 20s, and definitely a touch on the thick/busty side, with surprisingly big boobs. I’m more into petite girls, so this wasn’t 100% ideal, but she seemed sweet and demure enough in her tight, short black dress that I’d have no trouble getting into the mood.

Now, at the risk of repeating myself, this was a much more openly sexual experience than my previous massage. Before even starting, it was already very clear that this encounter was going to be far, far more about the “service” than the massage itself. Once in the room (which was big, cool, private and clean enough), I stripped down to my underwear and got on the table. When Eva arrived she immediately asked me to take my underwear off, so I did. She then began the massage with plenty of oil, perhaps too much. She nearly immediately climbed onto the table and pressed her boobs against my back; again no chance at all of this being a sad old “plain” massage. While it was nice, it quickly became clear she was filling time, repeating the same gestures over, not really focussing. She also seemed to have a bit of a cold (bad cough / throat) which was a touch distracting, and I have to say I felt a little sorry for her, aware that I wasn’t getting her on her best day.

After a while, she added some more erotic moves, like focussing on my buttocks & inner thighs, pushing her thighs up against my hands while letting her dress ride up, or climbing over my back from one side to the other, making sure to linger with her pussy against the small of my back. It felt pretty great, though did get a bit old after the 5th time she repeated the exact same thing. I also wish I could have seen her do it rather than being face down to the floor, because I bet it looked even hotter than it felt.

About 30 minutes in, she wandered out, and I heard her chat happily with the receptionist, though I didn’t hear what she said. She returned a couple of minutes later and asked me to turn over. After 15 seconds of token chest-rubbing, she said "Excuse me, can I ask you a question, would you like some extra?". I asked what she would offer, and she said HJ for $20 and naked HJ with body slide for $50. To be honest, at the time, the idea of a body slide wasn’t that appealing, but I did want to be allowed to touch her a lot, so I offered to pay the $50, asking if she could keep her dress on but remove her panties (minor fetish of mine), and confirming I was allowed to touch. She agreed enthusiastically and did as she was told, also pulling down her top to expose her boobs. She immediately started rubbing my cock with her boobs and sliding along the length of my body. She then started very gently licking my shaft, just touching it with the very tip of her tongue, which surprised me (I didn’t expect her to go that far), and worried me vaguely given her cough. But, well, you know, it was also really fucking hot so I went with the flow. As she slid up she gave be little closed-mouth peck-like kisses on the lips, which I wasn’t super keen on and this probably showed, so she quickly stopped.

I then started running my hands up her dress, and was a little surprised to find her extremely enthusiastic as I reached her pussy (unlike my prior experience, where fingering seemed off-limits). She shifted to the side of the table and bent over, letting me finger her from behind with a great view of her pussy and ass up her dress. She was very clean/pristine down there, really very cute. All the while, as I fingered her, she seemed to enjoy it, or at least was very convincing. She was extremely wet, perhaps too wet to be natural, so I suspect she has previously squirted some lube up there. I fingered her quite hard, even guiding her hand and making her join in by rubbing her own cute little ass hole. I wondered if I was going to find a limit of hers, but I kept intensifying, pushing 2 fingers in, massaging hard inside her, while also pushing her finger against her asshole until she was fingering herself... and she acted hornier and hornier, moaning more loudly, gyrating her hips against our hands. No sign of resisting. She then turned around and resumed the handjob (with the hand that hadn't been in her ass, thankfully), while I continued to work her hard with my thumb still probing hard inside her. She started talking about how horny I was making her, how she loved that I'd seemed so innocent for most of the massage then "turned bad", and eventually her dirty talk crescendoed in a moderately convincing orgasm, almost certainly fake, but good enough to push me over the edge.

She towelled me down, gave me another peck-like kiss, told me I was great (thanks!), and said we had 5 mins left so would give me a scalp massage. The scalp massage was average.

She then walked out and told me to take my time. So I did. A few minutes later I was still gathering my thoughts, and she walked in and jokingly, but also a bit seriously, told me to hurry up and get out (which was probably fair enough, I suppose). :)

The receptionist tried to make conversation as I walked out, but I just wanted to leave quick. The exit felt a touch shameful because of how obviously sex-related the establishment was from the outside.

Overall, a good experience for me, and would probably be a really great experience for many. But personally, I’d like to find somewhere that combines the best of my two experiences, with a great, serious massage, that slowly evolves into teasing fun, before finishing more full-on.