I sat in the lobby of the carpeted massage parlor in a comfy chair and waited for my name to be called. I wouldn’t say there were porn magazines laying around to look at, but some of the content I found in the lobby was fairly sexual.
I was intrigued by a sex therapy magazine, and I was flipping through it when a thick but fairly short brunette (MILF) in white scrubs came to the door and interrupted my reading by calling my name. “Bryan,” she smiled.
I followed her back to a room in the back, watching her voluptuous ass bounce from side to side as her hips rolled and beckoned me to follow.
She led me into a small darkly-lit room (lit completely by candlelight) where meditation music played softly, and the woman introduced herself as Elizabeth.
“Go ahead and get undressed,” Elizabeth said. “Lay face down on the table with this towel over you, and I’ll come back in a couple of minutes.”
Elizabeth left the room and I undressed completely. I folded my clothes neatly and laid them on a chair beside the padded massage bed. (My boxer briefs lay folded neatly on top.)