With a head full of amalgamated groping scripts, I called up the massage parlor that I accidentally visited last week. With a bit of difficulty, I understood that Michelle wasn’t there. That couldn’t be; she told me she works Mondays to Wednesdays just last week.
Since I was all ready to go for the Monday 10 am opening, I drove there anyway. Also, I have been fucking my teen models too much to feel explosive every time. Not to mention that I have been overdrafting every other month. It shouldn’t be difficult to run into another respectable MILF for my groping fantasy, with a respectable face, body, and demeanor. If the fantasy isn’t there, I can always do a U-turn, or just get a massage to limit the damage. That was what I intended to do last week but failed miserably.
At the bright reception area, a woman’s head popped out from the behind the door to ask me in. There are many reasons that they feel shy in bright lights. I made the most of the time I had to scan her face and mostly hidden body. She was younger than I expected and probably better in shape than Michelle. I followed her in; but will she deliver my script? I waited for her naked, not remembering if I covered my butt symbolically. There’s no need to because she knows that I was there last week. Symbolically because if they don’t know you, not covering is a sign of trouble for various reasons. But if you cover yourself with a big towel, it could just be that you are looking for a good massage, and only that. They may not risk taking off the towel; it’s an assault.
She walked in after a short wait. I wasn’t mistaken; she was in a little black dress. It was unexpected in every way. Although rules change with time and city, in this area full service is rare. For the parlor down the road, they may wear sexy skirts to work but they change into comfort clothes pretending to give a massage and nothing else, at least at the surface. The majority of parlors go for the medical look, the decor, and their outfits. Short skirts are a sign of everything, asking for trouble if you are not open for it.
Although it’s dim inside, it wasn’t as dim as many other places. I could see that she wore that dress well. She wasn’t keen on looking at me eye to eye but I could see that her face had a decent outline. She had swinging neck length hair that put her at borderline 30-year-old. Her legs looked even nice and looked porcelain under her black dress. I would put her at 20 something if not for her demeanor. She has a woman’s no-nonsense voice but she seemed to be rather new to massage.
Now, what do I do? I can’t change the script to fit her in at an instant. So I followed the script and put my hands on her porcelain legs when she started massaging my shoulders standing in front of my head. So far so good; she kept massaging. Bare skin is much better than tight yoga pants.
Then my hands moved up. I was going to feel her bottom and everything else with her panty on, groping all the way. Then I would pull off her panty and rub her, smell her and eat her perhaps. That was the script anyway.
When my hands were barely reaching where her buttock begins, she bounced away as if she was assaulted. It was a nice off-script improvision if it was that. But she really meant it; I went too far. That is, I went too far with negotiating first. It is a passion killer. I seldom have to do it because everybody can see that I’m a generous person. The problem is, she felt safe to do so and she thought she deserves more money than my last older woman. That’s OK but I’m sure the next-door neighbors can hear what we say. It’s not easy to whisper while negotiating.
Once she was satisfied with her compensations, my scripts went up in smoke. Our clothes shredded very soon and she was naked on the massage table. There were no reasons for her not to do that and I was eager to undress and fuck an attractive woman. This was indeed an unusual “massage” experience. She was very at ease naked on the table waiting to enjoy herself. She behaved more like a well-paid escort rather than a massage girl trying to limit what clients can see and do so they come back and pay more.
For the background, I formulate my own personal care products with minimal, gentle and harmless ingredients, including body scrub. I have been told a few times that my skin is uncharacteristically smooth. The same as others, she also complimented the size my equipment, not absolutely big but plentiful for my category, whatever it is.
I have been on a roll of DFKing since last year, DFK with whole tongue in, DFK missionary, even DFK flat-ironing or just non-stop DFK with someone who barely touched my lips previously. But I don’t remember what’s the last time I DFK a woman in an MP! Rarely anybody does that even if they provide everything. The risk is the awkward feeling after a lot of DFK when you say goodbye to them in bright light. Here the lighting was adequate so I didn’t think I risk having to run home after for the decontamination shower and mouth rinse. After all, I met her briefly outside the bright reception area.
Actually, my estimate of her age kept adjusting down as she laid bare on the dim operating table for me to examine. Now she looked like a very well maintained young housewife. She has natural breasts, not outstanding but an absence of any obvious flaw that I could see. I kissed her everywhere; she may even never have babies.
The nice thing about massage tables is that you can only DFK so long without running out of breath or she running out of patience, lol. With her on the table, I could just walk back to DFK her again and again whenever I wanted in between other activities. She was receiving everything flown at her very well effortlessly without hesitation as if she was really enjoying it; I thought she was.
Another surprise was that not only she has nice legs, she has nice feet too. Since she just turned up for work and wore scandals all the way until she got on the table, her feet were so clean and so irresistible. I sucked her toes and licked. Her lack of resistance made me go crazy about them. I don’t remember I ever suck toes in an MP. Even for escorts, since they usually barefoot in hotel rooms to go with their lingerie, it would be a passion killer when I have to escort them to the bathroom to wash their feet.
I was never big on DATY but I have been trying to learn. I wasn’t trying to be the greatest lover but it’s a nice icebreaker and warm up routine for her. What I do is simple, rubbing with my tongue where the cam girls rub themselves, maybe some kissing and sucking, and then use my tongue like fingers, as hard as it can be. Again it worked; she wanted more. Unfortunately, I had to leave her starfish alone. You can tell when you get closer, sensing that she isn’t prepared for that.
When I was done with all the examinations, we swapped places so I was on the table to receive my blowjob. When I was all ready to go, we swapped places again quickly. I pulled her legs so her pussy was on the edge of the bed in the delivery position. Just when I was about to perform a standup missionary she closed her legs. She didn’t like it that way; she wanted me to get on the bed and got on top of her. I obliged. I love to please too. But with our lips so close, I had to kiss her. I was wrong using the term DFK all the time. Now it wasn’t; the passionate excitement of first kisses with a stranger was long gone. We were just pressing our like buttons all the time by locking lips. Well, until my brother got all excited again. I didn’t want it any other way, any other positions until I sucked her mouth uncontrollably as hard as I fucked her. Then I exploded.
I stayed a bit on top of her and inside her before I rolled over; I knew she wouldn’t mind. It wasn’t a standard massage table so we had a bit of space for both of us. But it’s hard not go cuddling in such limited space. It was unusual that she stayed cuddling with me. I bought an hour since that was what I did last week. Most like that duration unless they are very busy. But the tips are different. Unless you tip twice as much, they are not going to have sex with you throughout the hour. After she cleaned me up, I still had time for a bit of massage. She is such a bargain. When we said goodbye, she made sure that I remember her name and the weekdays she works.
In normal times I would recruit her as my regular in more private settings. But it just happened that I had multiple commitments recently. I had to see at least two girls again and maybe again; it’s a long story. I can’t keep them all in my overdraft mode. But I decided to see this Cindy at least one more time. I prayed that the others don’t turn up all at once and that they don’t contact me directly that I can’t refuse. It was another two weeks until I have enough spare cash. It was now or never. Returning within a month is good, one week is excellent, while 3 months are absolutely negative. As one manager of a club said, “I could have starved to death.”
I called in advance so Cindy was expecting me. But strange enough, a pretty young girl came out and showed me to the VIP room. She was in a very hot pant and a tight T-shirt, college girl gone wild type. Unlike Cindy, she enjoyed the bright light and the compliments from my eyes as if she was a very attractive girl on the streets. We are both amused that we meet like this. We looked at each other, smiled and laughed. We both knew that I may ask for her the next time, or even cancel with Cindy for immediate effect.
She told me Cindy was busy with something so she helped her to show me the way. I think it was more complicated. Maybe she got out of the door after a struggle to show off herself and snatch another client. Maybe Cindy wasn’t comfortable in that same outfit and wanted to stay in the dark. Maybe the manager wanted to show off all her top dogs. Anyway, I still liked very much to see Cindy again but I doubt if I still wanted to recruit her as my regular. This girl may be hard to get but worth the try.
Finally, Cindy came in, turned around to close the door and locked it at the middle, bottom and perhaps the top positions in one fluid motion. It was like we shut the world outside and then there were only us. She asked if I wanted a massage first or … “I want you first!”, I said in a puppy love mode in about my first clear sentence at the MP. The room is big like an office and very private. I did the same things, DFK and kissing all of her walking around the table.
I didn’t remember how she broke it to me but she wanted to cum. Obviously, she came or almost came last time and she was looking forward to cum again. So I brought up my DATY formula and executed it with a lot of passion. She did cum.
It was my turn to cum and I picked DFK missionary. What else? It was so intense that I had to give up the DFK part, or I would hurt our teeth. She was responding so well that I knew I had to carry on with the intensity. Until she came again.
It was so hard to give up this amazing woman. But at the time a woman with a teen model body has been inviting me to her home for sex and showed me her friends and family on her social account. I had also reunited with a girl who had been 19-year-old for a couple of years now. I lost track of her for a year because she changed her name. When I picked her again based on her anonymous pictures, she decided not to let me lose ever again.
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