This is my second submission and thanks to all the great feedback it was without a thought to try this again. With my first submission, I was worried about how bad I was going to be criticized, but with the positive feedback I am submitting again without worry. Like I previously said, my stories are real, they really happened. I hope that you enjoy my second trip as much as I did. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
After leaving from my very first visit to a massage parlor I knew I was hooked. Like I said in my first story, I was and am very fond of hand jobs and this was just plain exciting to me. For some reason it being illegal just added to the fun and excitement. Don’t get me wrong I’ve always followed the law pretty well, except some laws are just not logical. I wasn’t harming anyone and neither were the ladies. We both benefited from it so why not have some fun. A matter of opinion I guess.
After about a week of thinking about my first visit I knew I needed to go back real soon. Not only could I not keep from thinking about how exciting it was, I jerked off once or twice a day thinking about how sexy she was and how she really seemed to enjoy jerking me off.
Shortly after a week had passed I called again and made an appointment for later that day after work. Again, the day seemed to pass by nice and slowly, but you can’t hold back time and it went by with me on a brisk don’t get in my way walk to my vehicle. I drove to the parlor and the butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. I parked along the street and headed down the stairs to where it was located. I was approaching the door when a female cop was coming out of it. Thinking back, I know I had the biggest oh shit look on my face (I laugh with you now, but not then). Thinking as quick as I could, I knew that there were businesses further down the hall so I kept walking and was hoping to find one of them that I could duck into and make some excuse as to why I was there and leave. Well, luck was not with me that day. The two doors past there said, “closed” on them. Now what the hell do I do? I kept walking and found a door around the corner that said exit. I went out and to my surprise I was back out on the street.
I contemplated on calling it a day, but was way to excited not to wait it out. I went to a park across the road and watch for the cop to leave. I knew it wasn’t some kind of bust as she was talking to someone in the doorway and was being too polite. So I waited a few minutes and I saw he leave. Mental not to myself “look for police cars before going in” I watched her drive away and headed back across the road and went back down stairs, a little slower this time, taking in what’s going on around me. I opened the door and approached the desk and was met by the same woman as before. I gave her my name and said that I had an appointment. As before she took my money she introduced me to the ladies working. I didn’t see the same one from last time, but they both looked good to me. I of course chose what I thought to be the prettiest one.
She got up smiling at me and asked me to follow her. We entered the room opposite from the one that I was in last time. She introduced herself as Harley and asked me my name. For some reason this is one of the few names that I still remember from all my visits. With the exception of Lisa which who I was with during my next visit, Harley was one of the best just because of her pleasant attitude.
I remember looking around the room and thinking that it almost mirrored the other room. I’m not sure what I expected, but I later learned that they’re all pretty much the same. The table, usually a fish tank or something similar, low lighting, a small table with all the massage condiments, a plant, and a radio. We went through what I found to be the usual talk “are you a cop” “no” “touch me” like last time I said “oh hell ya” She told me to get comfortable and she’d be back. I stripped like my clothes were on fire. The butterflies that were in my stomach appeared to all have had triplets and were all fluttering. I sat on the table which had that wood creaking noise when you sat on it that I think gave them notice that I was ready as they always walked in shortly after. I again had a hard on pointing straight up at the ceiling. I gave it a few strokes to make sure it stayed hard. She walked in and approached me and asked what I would like. I asked her how much for nude and she said sixty was the house standard, I opted for nude.
While she was stripping, I was watching her and she was making quite a show of it. Bending at the waist facing away from me while she took off her panties. I remember that she appeared to have a bald pussy and I could see her lips pushing out (man I like that). She straightened up and turned around and I saw that she had a racing stripe on top of her pussy. I didn’t need any more stroking to keep hard. She had a really nice body with a flat stomach, nice tits, I would guess 36DD, just simply all around nice. She approached me and asked me to lie down on my stomach and she would begin.
After I lay down she went to work on my legs first rubbing my feet and calves. I was really beginning to relax and getting the whole seeing a cop thing out of my head. She worked her way up to my thighs and was giving them a real good rub down. Out of all the massage parlors that I went to, I wouldn’t say that I got a therapeutic massage, but they all did an alright job and some of them did a damn good job. As she worked on my calves, she would gently let you finger tips brush against my balls. This kept my cock good and hard. She moved up to my ass and she began kneading the cheeks, working them around and running her fingers across my asshole. I had never had this done to me before and never gave it any thought really, but I was finding it very exciting and wanting her to continue playing with my ass. My cock was so hard at this point. After working my ass over some she moved up to my back and started making it really sexual. Rubbing her tits lightly on my back as she was rubbing me down. There was no trying to figure out when the fun was to begin this time. She was running her hands slowly up and down my sides while she was dragging her tits lightly on my back. I was really enjoying this and my hard cock was getting slightly uncomfortable under me. She had such soft and warm hands, my body really started tingling with the feel of her hands on my back and her tits rubbing on my back every now and again. She asked how she was doing, I said wonderful. She moved in front of me and was sliding her hands from the tops to the bottom of my back letting her tits rub on my back as she was doing this.
I had my arms draped over the sides of the table so I reached out and began rubbing her legs. She got a little closer to me and I started running my hands up toward her ass. She had a great ass, real firm and soft. This was so exciting to me, this being my second experience at this and I was getting a great sensual rub down. My cock wasn’t going to last long when she got to it that was for sure.
After she worked on my back, neck and even my head she asked me if I would like to roll over. I let go of her ass and rolled over. My cock was pointing straight up toward the ceiling and as she looked at it she smiled and asked me if I was enjoying the rub down.
Yes very much so.
Is this you first visit?
No it’s my second.
Oh, well I’m glad that you came back.
After the first time I was hooked.
