It was escalation, I know

I was visiting relatives in another state for a few days and of course I read up on the pleasures afforded there. Stories of streetwalkers were abundant but out of the question for me, and the massage parlor scene suffered a severe blow not long ago as a legal crackdown closed most of the ones nearby. However there are two still open within a half hour drive and I was hoping for a block of time I could just disappear for a while.

For me, the trouble with reading the forums is that a lot of the postings describe full services from the providers, not just oiled-up hand jobs. All out sex in multiple positions with a young Asian woman is a great fantasy and it doesn't take much (other than the right amount of money) to make that happen. I generally settle for the happy endings by hand but I just had to try something different after reading all the detailed accounts of FS encounters. It may be an escalation in my mongering, but my little head did my thinking for me on this trip.

My chance came the first morning there. I had a three hour window but I wanted to use some of that time to stop at a state park to set up my alibi - to give myself something to talk about when I returned. I borrowed a relative's car hoping no one would recognize it parked in an unusual place, but since it was about a half hour's drive away, I thought it would be safe. With the help of the internet forum and Google maps I found the place pretty easily and parked on a shady side street. Luckily there weren't many customers at the donut shop as I walked by and rang the bell on the small white building that sat between the shop and an auto repair business.

An older mamasan let me into a small room, took my massage fee, left me to undress, and a minute later K walked in - a tall thin Asian woman all smiles and giggles with a-cups and wide hips in a blue bikini. She led me to the shower room. There's nothing like lying on a table and getting soaped up and scrubbed down by a young woman aiming to please. K gave extra special attention to my asshole when I was on my stomach and even more to my cock and balls after I turned over. I was definitely clean.

K left me alone for a few minutes bask in the massage room and according to local custom, I left her tip in advance on a small table. It was enough to tell her I was interested in full service. I'm sure she got the message as she slipped out of her bikini when she came back to begin the massage. I thought I saw a little glistening below her neatly trimmed mons. The massage was pretty good; she found and worked on a few tight places on my back while she maneuvered herself on the table with me.

Sooner than I expected K began the tease. I suppose she wanted to save time for sex. She ran her fingers very lightly over my back and along my legs, again giving some attention to my ass. Soon her long thin hair ran along the same tracks as her fingers followed by a few passes with her lips. By now I was raising my hips to give my cock some room to grow, in effect presenting my ass to K's caresses. With her hair draping over my cheeks, she leaned in, spread them and began licking, darting her tongue in my asshole every few licks. I usually don't like any intrusion up my butt, but this was pretty exhilarating I have to admit. My hard on pushed my ass up even further into K's face.

By the time K asked me to flip over, I was ready for the main event. She pulled out a condom from somewhere and put it on me with her mouth, beginning a soft and slow blow job. She paused to lie next to me and cuddled, complete with (fake) cooing and nibbling around my neck. Her tits were so small I had to push all the flesh I could find together to feel as though I had a handful of mammary even though her nipples seemed to be full sized and fully erect.

She climbed on top, straddling me and lowering herself on my unit. I was right - she had pre-lubed herself so we began a slow and juicy fuck. Cooing turned to moaning and caressing her breasts became a two-handed affair. I was off on a coital reverie.

After a bit K climbed off and invited me to get on top. We got into missionary position and rocked in rhythm with more fake moaning and girlfriend-like cuddling and nibbling. I can usually go a long time but the novelty of a liaison with a young Asian, the excitement of anal rimming, and the overall teasing combined to pull the trigger as I pumped away. I had hoped for a little doggie style but i was too late (too early).

I know K is basically a prostitute, but I think I kept myself from being too rough on her or perhaps not as hard as she's used to experiencing. How many stories have I read about men who treat anonymous massage girls, strippers and streetwalkers like dirt? Maybe it's because I didn't know her that I gave her more respect than a lot of mongers would. I wonder if I'm missing something.

K cleaned me up and dressed me. She was giggling and cuddling as she led me out to the back door. On the way back I stopped at the park for a map with hiking trails and had a story ready. All was quiet. No one was the wiser, perhaps not even I.