Massage at bath house

I use to work at a luxurious bath house as a massage therapist.

It’s getting towards the end of the day and (Peter) comes in and walks to the bar to order his regular. We start talking about just general stuff, chit chat.He’s naturally a flirtatious individual. I grabbed my chest to relieve some tension from smoking. Can you suggest going into the sauna for a quick sweat.

Sure why not it’s at the end of the day which means I get to enjoy the heat of the Santa Rita find myself plus one. We get our robes, towels, and sandals.

It’s nice and warm. The dim light and the dark wood and it makes it a very comfortable setting. I’m starting to feel a sweat come on and I lie down on the bench to be a little bit more comfortable and focus on breathing. Peter comes over and starts massaging my chest. His hands were closer to my grind and delicately unfolds my towel exposing my private bits. Says something like” here isn’t this more comfortable”? He strokes along my penis making it instantly hard and says “That good”.

I know I’m opening myself up to be taken advantage of, however it was a mixture of curious exploration and frustration. He starts rubbing penis with his hands while I lay on top of the bench. I don’t know when but I started and a blow job. It was good, a mouth is a mouth and if he wanted me to come then playing with my asshole was the cherry on top.

I came, and it was our little secret.

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