Creature of habit

It was a rare day off with the use of a car. I had some errands to run in a neighborhood where several spas are located; a couple I'd been to, ones I'd never visited and a few new ones. I debated about going someplace I had never been but since I had the car, I worried about parking on a very visible street or parking lot. I checked out a couple of them on my way across town.

One had a very small parking lot near a busy intersection near the highway. Too busy. Another was down a couple of side streets but there were several cars already in the lot. Too popular. I had to drive by another on my way to my official business but I was stuck in traffic right in front of their front door and highly visible parking lot. All I need is for a friend or relative passing by and seeing my car in front of a notorious spa (right next door to a dirty bookstore). I had wanted to visit this spa based on Internet reports but I might be better off going there when I was traveling by bus and would only have to worry about the few seconds it would take me to get in and out of the building.

OK, so I'm paranoid about visiting a legal health-related establishment. But it is my secret life and I intend to keep it a secret. After my errand I went past that last place and again I was stuck in traffic right in front. I drove a few blocks to the places I had been, knowing I could be more discreet. The parking lot of the nearest had a few cars in it and I could have blended mine in with the others but it was still pretty visible - the lot is on a corner of an intersection that was not quite as busy as the last. I drove around the corner to the spa I knew would be the most hidden, but it was the one I had been to last.

Oh well, at least I will be able to get a better sense of what I can expect there. Two points determine a straight line. I remember that the tease was so nice there that I would try again to see if the massage would improve. It's rare to find a combination of a good massage, tease and release.

Down one side street and into an alley behind a row of houses on one side and a deserted park on the other. There was the spa sign and a parking lot walled off with a six-foot high stockade fence. I pulled in and parked in a corner that was pretty much impossible to see unless you were pulling into the lot yourself. There was another car there but it had out of state plates so I figured it was one of the owners.

Up the wooden stairs tacked onto the outside of the building; rang the bell and was met by C who ushered me into the kitchen and down the hall to a massage room. At first glance C looked pretty young with her brownish hair (dyed?) down to her shoulders and a loose top and dungaree shorts. Low to mid 30s maybe. The usual formalities and soon I had a towel wrapped around my waist and was led to the shower room. She did a good job washing down my back and legs with her bare hands and when she asked me to flip over, she made sure my privates were nice and clean. In fact, she kept coming back to my growing hard on, stroking a few times with each return. (Think about baseball, Barbara Bush, the failing economy - anything to keep me from popping right there. Mmmm, maybe she would go for two pops, one in the shower and one in the room. Maybe next time.) She dried me off and the weight of the towel (and Bar) brought me down to almost normal.

She didn't speak much, didn't ask how hard a massage I wanted. She just started in what I would consider a hard massage. She used oil and soon was putting heavy pressure on my muscles, stretching them out and working out the kinks. She used her forearms on each side of my back, always starting at the spine and working outwards. At one point she knelt on my back and did the same thing with with her legs, digging her knees into my spine and moving outwards. This was definitely not the simple body rub/tease I had here last time.

C made no objection when I ran my hands up and down her very thin, but smoothly shaved calves when she got back on the floor. She asked me to turn over and without any tease asked me, You wanna fuckie? I said No and made the universal handjob sign. She said Good, a little too quickly I thought. I was surprised; I thought this was a hand-release only place. She oiled me up and started in. I began feeling her up and she took her top and bra off to give me access to her tits. She leaned over to breathe heavy on my neck while I explored her body. She had put her hair up during the massage and it made her look ten years older, probably closer to her real age. But that didn't stop me from bursting forth all over her hand and my stomach.

So now I know about this place - either/or a good massage or a good tease but probably not both. I suppose all things in life balance out. I just wish they would balance at the same time and place. The quest will continue...