Destressing at the Massage Parlor [MF]

I walked in to a non-descript building in a strip mall and paid an old asian lady for half an hour.

I was shown to a small but clean room that only had a bed/table, a dresser, a fold up chair, and a mirror across from the bed.

Afterwards I stripped out of my shirt pants with my wallet weighing down the left pocket.

I awkwardly laid down with a folded up sheet left at the end of the bed.(didn’t want to use it as it wasn’t a towel)

It felt like hours waiting there, but in reality it probably was 10 minutes until…

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

“Hey, how are you doing,” asked five feet four of a thicc beautiful Latina somewhere in her mid-late 20’s.

Walking in with just a green mini-dress that only served to pop out her perky C cup breasts and a skirt that hugged her so tight that I couldn’t help but stare at her round Latina butt in the mirror.

With smooth ebony locks falling down to her back and some light makeup, she definitely was a girl to take a second appreciative gaze at.