I didn't want to fuck. I needed some female attention but intercourse seemed a step too far. I searched for massage parlours on the internet and discovered there was one only two hundred metres from my flat. From their website is was clear that they provided happy endings. There were also photographs of the women who worked there. They all looked glamourous to me, in that dusky, Latin way that some attractive Spanish women have. On the website was a menu that described the services offered and what they cost. I wasn't short of money at the time so I selected a massage that obviously culminated in a hand-job. It seemed to be exactly what I needed. I emailed the establishment suggesting a time that I could visit. I got an immediate reply.
I rang the bell. I was a little nervous because it would be the first time I had paid for the company of a woman. I was buzzed in. A very friendly blonde sat behind a reception desk, like it was a doctors surgery. We exchanged greetings and I told her I was there to get my cock rubbed at 15.00. She took me into a waiting room. I sat down. After a few minutes a young woman of about twenty five came in and introduced herself. She took me into another room. This room was lit by scented candles. There was soft music, a futon on the floor, towels and toiletries. She indicated the shower and said she would be back in five minutes. I took a shower, making sure I was scrupulously clean in all the important areas. I dried myself and put the towel around my waist. When she returned she was wearing only a short silk dressing gown which she immediately took off. By the light of the candles I could see she had a trim, firm body. Her breasts were small and her pubic area completely shaved, the inner lips of her vagina slightly protruding. She pulled the towel off me and I lay facedown on the futon.
She started on my feet, gently pulling and rubbing my toes. It felt good. She worked her way up the back of my legs, kneading my calves and gently stroking my thighs. I could already feel my cock reacting. She spent some time on my buttocks, firmly digging in her thumbs, before addressing my lower back. She was good, each vertebrae receiving attention as she got to my neck and shoulders. By this time she was sitting astride my buttocks, and I was sure I could feel the lips of her cunt pressing against me. After some time working on my shoulders she lay on top of me and began to push her hips against my buttocks. I pressed back against her and we established a steady rhythm, up and down, side to side, grinding circles. I could feel her hot breath panting on my neck.