Living dangerously

Living dangerously

With the so-called crackdown on prostitution still hanging over the monger community but with no real consequences yet, I decided to see if I could get in and out of a spa without any trouble. One weekday morning I was alone at home and made a spur of the moment decision to take the short walk to my neighborhood massage parlor at about the most opportune time - after work begins for the businesses on the street but before coffee break time. That way I could spend an hour there and be out before the lunch crowd starts moving about.

There was more traffic than I thought and I wandered around a little bit trying not to look too suspicious as I tried to time my entrance. I walked around the building next door and turned the corner to see only a few cars coming and a woman in a minivan inching out from a side street. I adjusted my gait so that I quickly opened the door as the soccer mom was still looking at the oncoming cars whose drivers were watching her.

Safely inside, I met S, a short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. When she mis-pronounced her own name, I realized it was the same woman who stretched me into a Gumby doll. I had residual good feelings about that trip so I told her I had seen here before. With the new crackdown I knew there would be less suspicion if they really knew I had been there before. Language was a bit of a barrier so I wasn't sure if she understood what I was saying, but it turns out it didn't matter.

The table shower was not very memorable but I could tell it was business as usual; S made sure my privates were nice and clean. Back to the room and to her energetic massage, once again using wrestling holds to taffy-pull all my muscles.

Pausing for a few seconds to turn down the light, S began a long tease, running her fingertips up and down my back and legs always centering he touches on my ass. She began to tease me with the rest of her body, snuggling her face into my neck, rubbing her tits against my side, reaching under for my balls. She had me raising my ass up like I was some cartoon mouse trap with my body propped up on my cock waiting to fall when the mouse reaches under for the goods.

All the teasing had me feeling my hard-on all the way up my spine and into my throat. I could hardly stand it and finally I flipped over. There was more cuddling and nibbling (her garlic & oyster sauce breath a slight distraction) gently stroking and teasing my body which was reaching some kind of nirvana.

S took a moment to oil up and came back to the task at hand, gently covering my cock and slow-stroking its length. She began an unusual technique that was very much like her stretching - gently pinching my taint where my hard-on begins with one hand while squeezing the sweet spot under the head with her other, stretching my cock from one end to the other.

With a little more cuddling (I knew enough about this place not to try groping flesh - clothes always stayed on the provider) and a little more stretching my muscle, she aimed my canon and I let go a rare shot to my chest. When my breathing calmed down, she let me go and went for hot towels.

We cuddled some more and she ran over my neck and head one more time before I reluctantly stood up to get dressed. S dressed me from head to toe - I haven't seen that in a while - and she made sure I remembered her name. She knows how to keep customers coming back.

She escorted me to the door and I caught a glimpse of a bus coming down the street. I had to jaywalk across light traffic to catch it, only a couple of homeless types within sight; business as usual in the new capitol of morality. And one more unaccounted, invisible hour in my secret life.