Three out of four ain't bad

Because of some scheduling changes at work I have some time to myself lately during the day so I can plan excursions quite easily. Tired of the routines, I feel a real urge for a different experience at one of the new spas that have sprung up in my area. A little reading and filtering out the full service places from the hand job joints (and some in between) I pick one that has pretty good reviews & is easy to get to on the bus.

I am always looking for a combination of a discreet location, a great massage, lots of teasing and a very happy ending. This combination is not always achievable - usually one or more of my 'requirements' is missing. Maybe this new place will satisfy my needs.

Google maps shows me that the building is a small house right on a busy street just past the bus stop. Not very good for discretion. However, the internet postings say there is a parking lot in back and stairs to up to an entrance. Sounds promising. I can't quite go around the corner on street view, but I see there is an alley that runs parallel to the main street behind the buildings.

When the time comes I jump on the cross-town bus and get off at the stop I saw on the map. I walk around the corner and sure enough, there is the alley. It's pretty quiet and there are no neighbors around as I find the parking lot that is half obscured by a tractor trailer parked along the fence on one side; a big empty park sits across from the parking lot entrance. And there are the stairs, a long flight of wooden steps stuck onto the outside of the house leading to the back door which must be at the level of the main street. As I approach, the door opens and an Asian woman greets me with a big smile. Must be a security camera somewhere. I walk into a kitchen that smells strongly of some kind of fried food and run into another woman with a can of air freshener in her hand. I can't tell if the smell is from cooking or spraying.

Both women are very friendly and my greeter leads me to a room down the hall. Since they have only been open for a while, there is no "Have you been here before?" She collects the house fee and I undress. I ask her name when she comes back and S then leads me to the shower - a converted bedroom with a boarded up window in the front of the house. S is wearing a short summer dress and I watch her lovely ass sway as I follow her through the house. She washes me with her hands as I lay on the table and hits every crevice. I flip and she does the same, giving more than a passing rub to my rising cock.

S dries me off and leads me back to the room. So far so good - a discreet location, a pretty good table shower. Now the massage. Actually I can't really call it a massage; it is more of a body rub. No deep tissue kneading, no working out knots in my shoulder. However, as a tease it goes way beyond the usual 2-minute finger touches on my ass and reach under to my balls.

S stands at the head of the table with her midsection rhythmically pressing against my head as she rubs both palms up and down my back, sometimes with heavy pressure and sometimes lightly with her fingernails. My hands are draped over the table within easy reach of her ass. What the hell, I tentatively run one hand up her very smooth leg (every AMP woman I have met has very smooth skin) and under her dress. It looks like she's OK with it. I get my other hand going and pretty soon I'm caressing her nice little ass over her panties and then under them to her bare ass cheeks. I cant reach the front because she is leaning against the table but my senses are going wild.

This goes on for what seems like hours, but realistically, it's a good twenty minutes of the same back rubbing over and over and my hands going in and out of her panties. My cock is dying to straighten out and I can fell the horniness spread like a hardon throughout the center of my body right up to my throat. It's getting difficult to stay like this for much longer.

Finally S breaks away and spends a little time on my legs. I keep grabbing her ass when she is within reach at the side of the table and catch my breath when she moves away. She asks me to flip onto my back and my cock springs free and makes itself known. She asks what I want and I give her the universal handjob sign. She gets the pump bottle and oils me up. Of course I reach under her dress again and this time I can get to her pussy, slipping under the leg of her panties. I try for her tits but the dress has a tight band around her stomach and there is a ton of padding in the cups - typically tiny tits.

She knows what I like and pulls her dress up and her panties down for direct access. A trimmed landing strip under a supple womb - a memory burned in for future fantasy sessions. I rummage through her folds feeling for her clit. She sees I'm having a little trouble and takes my hand, pumps a little oil on my fingers and directs me back. We both resume our exploration. My body-long hardon is reaching its limit with the oily stroking and my oily penetration. A full body orgasm sends me somewhere I haven't been before. In spite of not having a deep tissue massage, I'm left in the same tingly, toxics-releasing stupor I would get with an LMT.

Hot towels on the table and cold air at the bus stop. I guess I'll have to try this place again & start a new routine even if the massage quotient isn't there.