Today was my third time at this new massage parlor here in my town. I told you all about the time with Lily, and then last week with Amy. Above average massage, and of course, a great ending. For most places, if you go regularly, and you are polite, clean, and tip well, by the third time, the menu opens up. For a first timer, it’s possible even at a FS (full service) place, you get nothing, not even a light touch on your ding dong. Once you have established that you are there to get off, and you have money and lay it out at the beginning, then there is no more playing around with the disguise of massage. Even the girls, like any other provider, they talk to each other. In the parlor, at home, even on that site where they talk, they share stories of hobbyists, much like we share stories about providers.
This morning I arrived promptly at 0900, opening time, as usual. There were two vehicles in the parking area now, so I was a little apprehensive that I may be late. I entered, and there was no one in the entry room. Within a second, Amy, from last week, appeared from their “back room”. She squinted at me, as the door was still open behind me blasting morning sun. Once the door was closed, she skipped toward me, “Hi Vlad, good to see you!” Amy wrapped her arm around me and touched her hip to mine. Well, to my leg, she is over two feet shorter than me.
I expected her to lead me to the room down the hall, but she didn’t. She said, in Mandarin, “An-hur da wo chali li,” wagging her finger at a girl I saw down the hall. This girl was pushing a vacuum, but the moment Amy spoke to her, she shut the vacuum off and hopped to it. She came to me, stood at attention, and took my hand. “zhe shuh wo man tanlu do howem,” she was telling her this is the good man she had been telling her about. I introduced myself, and she returned, her name was Annie. In Chinese, Anhe, pronounced like An-hur, means like a floating water flower. Amy had used this name for her when calling her, and I guess this was how she Americanized it.
Annie led me to a different room this time. It was across the hall from the room I had previously. It was a bit smaller but had similar appointments. Small table with music and towels and small light, small chair, and the massage table. Also, there was one of those portable air conditioning units. She stood in front of me, I got a good look at her. She wore a mask, but Maltepe Escort had a nice ponytail hairstyle, and was as average as they come in her figure. Her butt was super flat, her boobs were B’s, and she had a little belly. She was wearing the typical uniform, black yogapants and plain white t-shirt, loose fitting. I couldn’t guess perfectly, because of the mask, but I could guess that she was as old or older than me, she was likely late 40s or early 50s. I gave her the 90$ for the 90-minute session, and she left the room. I undressed in my usual way and laid the potential tip under my glasses on the table.
On her return, I was sitting, open legged, on the table, and she first noticed the money on the table, and then noticed my penis. Already half mast, already enough for her to think about using two hands, when the time came. She motioned for me to lay down, and I did.
For some reason, I had a feeling like this specific provider was not into the hobby. The way she carried herself, I just didn’t feel like this was going to go anyplace. She started with a mediocre massage. She positioned my hands, consistently, to aim them away from her legs or butt, as she moved around my body. Her pressure, her muscle motions, the amount of oil used, I felt like this was already below average.
As she continued, there was very little playing. After around 45 minutes, she finally got her hand between my legs, and grazed my balls a few times. I responded by opening my legs, lifting my rear, but each time she went right on to the massage. Then she did finally oil up her hand again and cupped my balls and my cock. I was happy that this was taking a turn, but no OTC (over the clothes touching) throughout left me to feel like she was not going to get into it.
And she didn’t. She kept her distance mostly, reaching out to massage my penis, not really with any kind of routine or style. Then she left the room, I assumed to go get the towel. She returned with the hot towel and cleaned all the oil from my back and legs. I did enjoy her soft touch. I flipped, and my cock flopped. She looked right at it and reached out to touch.
For whatever reason she wouldn’t let me OTC her, suddenly it was on. She put her pussy right against my hand, at my side, and opened her legs, grinding her mound into my fingers. Weird. Instantly I flooded my dick, and it was stiff as a steel İstanbul Escort rod. I enjoy OTC maybe as much as I enjoy them handling me. All those years of being the stud younger brother to a popular girl meant I spent a lot of time making out with her friends. Even just feeling the outline of lips or the feeling of a full bush, or the pantylines, these get me hard.
She ground on my hand and rubbed my cock. She climbed up onto the table, and straddled my legs, putting hers under mine. She stroked me, up and down the shaft, palm over the head, a squeeze of my frenulum, a cupping of the balls. Definitely a pro. I slid closer to her, so I could get my hands on her goodies. Her wide-open spread legs gave me great access. I felt right away her lips, and her clit. There was heat and moisture coming out of her box, and there was a meatiness to her privates. I really enjoy when a lady has a full textured cunt for me to play with. Especially during OTC, if they have tiny lips and aren’t hot and wet, you wouldn’t know if you were touching her back or her knee or her crotch. With lips like Annie’s, it was clear.
I’m fingering around Annie’s pussy, and she’s jerking me off. I hoped this third time here that she would have more on the menu. I went right for it. “Annie, if you like, come up here and lay with me, let me smell your beautiful neck.”
She didn’t even blink, before repositioning herself along my right side. She got right back to jerking me off, and I went into her pants. UTC (under the clothes) is not always common or welcome. But I lingered for a second at her waistband, looked right in her eyes, and she nodded. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her yogapants, and right down the front. No panties, no pubes, smooth all the way. When my finger reached her slit, I could feel the bulge of her mound, it was a fat one, and then I felt the parting of the flesh and the little meaty clit in between. I slid my finger up and down her slit, it was hot too, and soaking wet. She moaned into my ear, and I could feel her breath on my ear and my neck, even through her mask.
I nuzzled my nose into her neck and to her ears and kept fingering her pussy. It was very tight; my big fingers poked a bit to get inside. All the while, she ground her clit into my hand. I wanted to enjoy this longer, but her hand work and my arousal from playing with her sexy Anadolu Yakası Escort pussy took me right to my limit.
My hips bucked up, and as she was on the upstroke, I shot my load. I came and came; it was a fountain for her hand. As I came, I gripped her pussy hard with my big hand and fingers. I could feel the wetness and heat of her opening, and she tensed up her own muscles when I did. After my orgasm, she laid her open palm flat over my cock and balls, letting me feel her smooth warm skin as I went into reflexive period.
She said, “you so good,” and stayed laying beside me. It was almost time now too.
“You have a great touch, thank you, Annie,” I kept my hand in her crotch.
“You good touching too, Blad,” and she grabbed my hand with hers, pushing it into her meat. She rubbed her hips into my hand, mashing her pussy lips and her wet hole and her firm clit all over my huge hand. I felt her lubrication increasing, it was slippery and hot and I kept rubbing, waiting for her to finish her own happy ending. After a few minutes of this, she tensed up, squeezed her legs, and bit my ear. I could feel the air pushing out from her lungs as she bit me, her orgasm was intense, but like most Chinese, silent.
Annie grabbed my hand, and pulled it out of her crotch. She brought it to my face, and laid my fingers and palm over my mouth. “You like,” she asked.
“Ah yes, I enjoy very much, Annie, thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed too, I can smell your pretty flower.”
“mmmm!” she groaned, and then rolled off the table. As she stood there, she said, “you so good!”, and she left. I looked at the clock, it was near time anyway. I was completely relaxed.
She returned with an icy water bottle, and I pointed at her tip. She collected it, with a giggle, and she again touched my hand. She picked up my shorts, and began to dress me. This was not always common at a parlor, but it was a signal from them that they like you in a way other than as a customer. It is traditional for them to dress their men. I enjoy this kind of treatment, of course I can dress myself, but it’s always hot when a woman does it.
After I was dressed, she fixed my hair, and led me out to the main room. Amy came out to greet me too. “You have good week, Blad,” Amy said. I was reminded now of the disappointment I had but forgot, at not getting Amy. I really enjoyed her last week and was kind of looking forward to a menu upgrade with her. Maybe next time.
The two hugged me, and wished me luck for the week. I waved again at them as I left. The sun outside was blasting, and when I got in my car it was already boiling in there. Next week can’t come soon enough!