This story took place about 10 years ago, right before I got married, but I’ll never forget it. I had never paid for sex before and had lived a fairly cloistered existence, but I had always fantasized about getting a happy ending at a massage parlor.
I don’t know if I was more paranoid about disease or law enforcement, so I went on this website that provides reviews of massage places and tried to pick one that, all things being equal, seemed like a fairly safe bet.
When I arrived at the nondescript store front, I was greeted by an older, Chinese woman who barely spoke English. She knew enough to tell me where to leave the tip, but that was about it. After leading me to a small, dimly lit room, she left me to get undressed. I could feel myself shaking nervously as I disrobed and lay down naked on the table.
A few minutes later, the door opened and a different woman came in. She was petite, flat-chested, but full in the hips and was probably in her late 20s. She had long, black hair that hung halfway down her back.
After some awkward small talk, she proceeded with a lackluster massage. There was nothing overtly sexual at first, and no conversation to speak of, but ever so often, I would feel her fingertips flutter against my balls, and she would let out a little giggle. A little bit later, her hand lingered on my ass, and I felt her index finger snake gently between my cheeks and encircle my hole, causing me to shudder.
“You like, baby?” She giggled, as her long hair brushed across my back. She had me flip over and asked me what I wanted. This took me by surprise, and I froze, saying nothing. She smiled, and placed her hand on my cock, squeezing gently. “This, baby?” She asked, “or you want something else?”
I nodded quickly and let out a ragged breath. She then quoted a price, which I agreed to (I had left more than twice that amount on the counter) and she set to work.
To be continued.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j6512n/mf_my_visit_to_the_massage_parlor