Tuesday, April 28, 2009

In the hood

Finally a Saturday to work a little downtown, a very little, leaving some time for play on the way home. I had until 1-ish or so before my absence would arouse suspicion so around 11 I headed out to the spa I had been to early on another morning. Things didn't go so well then, but it was worth a try because it is in a convenient location and the streets were kind of deserted.

I could see the door from a distance & someone was parked there and seemed to go in, but I realized he was loading stuff into what I assumed was his business next door to the spa. I came up to the door and gave a tug. Locked. Another tug. Still locked. No use hanging around so I walked toward the bus stop devising Plan B. I could head toward home and either go to one I had never been to which is further down the bus route or I could go to a familiar, closer place. The bus schedule helped me decide.

I must have just missed one so I had to wait a while (Saturday schedule) for the next bus. then there was a crowd getting on & off and a wheelchair to load in the back so in the interest of time, I got off on the nearer spa. I got off one stop ahead to case the street to see any friends or neighbors who might see me. A group of down-and-outers got off the bus with me but luckily they crossed the street after a block & headed to a liquor store. Breakfast of champions. A woman in front of me started up a side street and I was cleared for landing. I ducked in during a lull in traffic and disappeared out of the bright sunlight into the dim, quiet, sultry atmosphere of my neighborhood massage parlor.

A short, well-endowed Asian woman in a tight top and white jeans met me with a giggle and a smile and lead me down the dark-paneled hallway to one of the rooms, took my fee and left me to undress. She came back to introduce herself as S and to give me a towel to wrap myself in for the trip to the shower. Before tightening the towel, she opened it up, looked down and said hello to my genitals too. Goofy, but fun. The table shower was nice and relaxing except for the growing tension in my nether regions as she gave me a thorough wash, greeting my not-so-private parts again with a giggle.

Back for the massage. S helped keep up the reputation of this place as one with great massages, but modest providers - they stay fully clothed the whole time. The massage was a little harder than I like & she did some almost painful stretches of my whole body, pulling me from corner to corner and side to side. It may have hurt for a few minutes, but I haven't been that loosely wrapped since my last bender. More stretching and a little pounding, some kneading with her knees and stroking with her elbows and I felt a little beat up. But in a good way.

Not much teasing. Just a little light touch up and down the strips of mush that used to be my muscles. I turned over and S politely asked if I wanted her friend massaged pointing to my crotch. Yes, please. She turned the light down and brought out the oil. As she started I ran my hands over her pants but she said 'No inside' when I tried to go under her shirt. I knew the culture of this place but I had to try...and be polite about it. She had no problem with my fondling her tits that were covered up to her neck in a T shirt and tucked away in a padded bra. It took me a little longer than usual as she pumped away. I went over the edge when she jumped up on the table and straddled me, stroking like mad and leaning into my hands as they groped her chest.

Hot towels and a head massage to finish up. She returned to her giggly, self and we hugged goodbye. I passed another customer in the doorway and we both instinctively pulled our hats down and ducked past each other. I took a couple quick turns outside and started walking home loose as a goose. All's quiet there asI start to assimilate back into real life.

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