[M]y first time at a massage parlour -Talia [F]

So about 10 years ago I was working on the road a lot as a consultant. This meant a lot of time alone in hotels, alone in restaurants, and alone in bars. I typically didn’t stay in any one place long enough to get to know anybody very well before I was off to my next job.

The schedule and nature of my work was such that I usually worked long hours. After work I usually had enough time to eat, have a drink and then fall into bed before getting up early to do it all over again.

On one particular day I ended up finishing early in the afternoon and had some time to kill before I was required back on site the next day.

I was familiar with online forums that reviewed and rated massage parlours and escorts but had never acted on it, mainly due to lack of time, but also because the thought of it intimidated me a little bit.

Despite the intimidation factor, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to try and set something up. Sitting at my hotel I browsed around a bit for some recommendations for something local, but came up with very little information regarding the particular city I was in. Browsing BackPage I found a couple of nearby massage parlours and navigated my way to one that was close to my hotel.

The place was in a strip mall between a local union office and a dog grooming shop, the windows were non transparent and the signage was very minimal.

Opening the door set off a door chime and I found myself in a small narrow room with a bench down one side and a door at the other end. The door had a sign saying to remove my shoes and to ring the doorbell and wait until somebody answered.

I took off my shoes, set them on the provided mat, and rang the door bell. With my heart pounding I stood by the door and waited nervously. After a couple of minutes I heard the faint sound of high heels clacking on the floor, growing louder with each step as they approached the other side of the door and then stopped.

The door opened a crack and I was greeted by an averaged height woman with olive skinned complexion and long dark curly hair. She looked like she was maybe Italian, or perhaps a light skinned black woman. I would estimate her to be in her early to mid 30s.

‘Do you have an appointment honey?’ she asked. I told her I didn’t and she said that it was fine, but that she was the only girl available at that given time, and that if I wanted to meet the other girls I would have to come back later.

I couldn’t see much of her from around the door but she looked pleasant enough so I said that I would be fine staying with her. Opening the door all the way she told me to come inside and follow her.

I followed her through a dimly lit hallway to a room that contained a couch, a large massage table, a shower, and a shelf containing lots of towels and lotion.

‘I’m Talia’ she introduced herself, holding out her hand. I shook it and introduced myself. Her hand felt small in mine and she smelled faintly of lavender.

Looking her up and down I noticed that Talia was about 5’6”, she was wearing a short silk robe with a floral print, and what appeared to be a lace teddy underneath. Her long black curly hair almost reached her waist and she appeared to be very curvy. Definitely not fat, but on the Thiccc side of things. The robe didn’t reveal all but hinted at large breasts and a curvy ass.

‘Have you been here before?’ she asked. I told her I hadn’t. ‘Have you been somewhere like this before?’ she asked. I again answered no.

‘Well you must have some kind of idea what you would like, coming to a place like this?’

I told her I didn’t know exactly what to expect but that I was interested to find out what it was all about.

She asked me how long I wanted to stay for, outlining how much different amounts of time cost. I told her one hour sounded good and she asked me for the amount, which I paid in cash. She then told me to get undressed, hop in the shower, and that she would be back.

On the way out the door she pointed at a spot on the shelf by the towels and said ‘tips start at $80, put them here if you would like to tip.’

Standing there alone I pondered what a tip would get me, the details were non existent and being new to this I didn’t know what to expect. Looking back, my naive demeanour probably left her uncertain of me too. Massage parlours are a grey area here and it is possible she was wondering whether or not I was a cop.

My curiosity got the better of me so I put $80 where she indicated, got undressed and jumped in the shower.

After washing off I got out of the shower and started drying off. Still no sign of Talia, so I laid face down on the massage table, using the provided small towel to cover my butt.

A few minutes later I heard the door open and close again. I heard Talia chuckle and pull the towel off of me. ‘Oh, even your ass is tattooed’ she remarked, ‘Sexy.’ ( I have both arms, a leg, and a full back piece tattoo ).

I heard the sound of an oil pump and felt her begin to massage my back. She spent about five minutes rubbing around my shoulders and upper back before she mentioned the tip. ‘I see you left me a tip, I didn’t count it, how much did you leave?’

I told her it was $80.

‘$80 means I get naked too,” she told me.

There was a large mirror at the end of the massage table and I could see her remove her silk robe, unbutton the bottom of her teddy, and then pull it over her head. The view wasn’t good enough that I could completely see her but I was pleased to see that I was correct about her breasts, they were massive, at least an F if not larger.

She gently pushed my head down into the pillow and told me to relax as she climbed up onto the table. I then felt her knees on either side of my legs, and she began rubbing my back again, working her way down to my ass.

She rubbed my ass for a bit and then quickly rubbed up from my ass to my shoulders, dragging her breasts along my body as she did so. She repeated this motion several times, getting slower and more deliberate. I could feel her breasts sandwiched between us on my back and she would pause at the top of each stroke to breathe heavily in my ear. Eventually she began working downward, massaging each of my legs. Her hands wandering up to ever so slightly, grazing my balls and the tip of my cock with each repetition of the movement.

I laid there enjoying her massage and eventually she told me to turn over.

My cock was still not erect at this point, probably because I was still nervous, but I was having a great time anyways.

Being on my back this was my first chance to get a good look at all of Talia.

The first thing I noticed was her enormous breasts. They looked heavy and full, with a slight bit of sag, but in that sexy, breeding material kind of way. She had larger light brown areolas, and thick nipples.

Looking down I saw that while she was Thicc, she didn’t have a belly, but did have a belly button ring.

Looking down further I saw a small, well kept triangle of thick hair above her pussy, and a stud through her clit, the silver balls showing quite obviously even in the dimly lit room.

I also noticed that without the shoes she was only about 5’ tall which was an added bonus, I have always had a thing for shorter women.

She climbed back on top of the massage table, kneeling at the end of the table, and slowly ran one hand up each leg. When she got to my waist I felt her pause for a minute, wiggle her large breasts, using them to slap my cock. She then kept rubbing upward, her breasts squished against my chest. She repeated this whole body breast rub several more times, each time pausing to wiggle those massive tits against my cock which was finally starting to fill up.

She hopped off the table and stood beside it and used both oily hands to rub all around my balls and cock, massaging all over it until it was fully erect. She then began to slowly stroke my cock with one hand while she rubbed my balls with the other.

It felt great and I found myself admiring her massive tits. I also began to notice that while it felt great, I was losing a bit of hardness due to nerves and wasn’t sure it I would be able to finish.

She used the usual tricks of tugging on my balls, holding my cock by its base and wiggling it back and forth, and even putting the head of it against her big tits while she stroked it. Her efforts were met with moderate success but you could tell she had also noticed it wasn’t as full as it should be.

She looked at me and said, ‘What are you waiting for? Touching is allowed.’

I didn’t know this, so I immediately went from admiring her to touching what is the still the largest set of breasts I have ever laid hands on.

My cock stiffened up as I felt her heavy breasts in my hand, ‘Good boy,’ she said, stroking the full length of my cock with slow deliberate strokes.

I repositioned myself slightly on the table so that I could feel her curvy ass while I rubbed each breast, alternating between lifting them to feel how heavy they were, to jiggling them to watch them bounce, to rubbing the whole massive breast all over, to tweaking her nipples which were quite responsive.

I could tell she liked the nipple tweaking as she moaned a little bit and took her hand from my balls to tweak the opposite nipple herself, her other hand continuing to stroke my cock.

I attempted to reach down to feel her pierced pussy but she stopped me, saying that $80 didn’t cover that.

I was mildly disappointed but went back to playing with her massive tits while she kept deliberately stroking my cock, increasing speed and grip pressure as she went.

Eventually I felt a tightness beginning to grow in my balls and she felt it too. She grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and continued to stroke with the other hand, strong, deliberate strokes with increasing urgency. As she felt me hit the edge, she pointed my cock at a bit of a downward angle and continued to stroke it with authority.

With a squeeze of her massive breasts I began to unload. Rope after rope of cum shot out of my cock, spraying all over the massage table. I even heard a couple shots hit the floor past the end of the table.

She continued to stroke me until I was completely soft and the turned to me and said ‘Looks like somebody needed that’.

She then told me not to move and grabbed a warm cloth which she used to clean me up.

With about 10 minutes left in our appointment, she sat at the head of the table, and gave me a scalp massage, her breasts positioned just under my head like the world’s greatest pillow.

Feeling completely relaxed I dressed, made small talk and promised to come visit her again the next time I was in town.

I ended up visiting Talia many more times, and her education started me on a long journey of visiting massage parlours and escorts all around the world, but that’s a story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v5pesa/my_first_time_at_a_massage_parlour_talia_f