Go west, old man
I couldn't wait to leave for my four days of house sitting for a relative in another state. Four days of being by myself with only cats to feed and plants to water. What an opportunity to get down to business without having to look over my shoulder wondering who would see me skulk into a strip club or into a massage parlor. I could even go outside of my comfort zone to try something a little more daring than I'm used to. It could be a few days of total decadence.
Even before I left on my trip I started looking for escorts, amps, casual encounters and other online opportunities. Of course, online sex searching is isn't always all it's cracked up to be. I tried searching escort sites for someone who would catch my fancy, but in a state with a lot of CL busts, I knew I couldn't really trust the ads. Even on my favorite internet forum, escorts want referrals from members - they don't trust us either.
I know that craigslist casual encounters has a lot of scam artists, although in the past I have corresponded with real people, but nothing ever came of it. I tried one ad after I arrived. It sounded great, didn't care about age, seemed legitimate, even mentioned a local cafe to meet in. Received a response tight away, but of course it was a link to her webcam business.
Even that web site for married people having affairs - I looked for women that had anything goes or one-night stands listed in their preferences. I sent messages to two who lived nearby but never heard back - one probably hadn't logged in in months and the other had to have seen my message, but decided not to respond.
I knew the local strip clubs are pretty lame so I didn't even try, but I knew a little about the local AMP scene. I had been to one south of where i was staying a couple of years ago but I wanted something different. Besides they had been busted at least once after I had been there. The one west of where I was staying sounded promising, although it was a full service joint (like the southern one). The R&T scene is too spread out for me & they mostly are suspicious of new customers according to all reports.
So I figured I would go west. On the map the place looked easy to find - right off Main Street in the small city. My stay coincided with a holiday - a parade holiday (not a candy, drinking, or Hallmark card kind of holiday) and I figured I could be discreet and pay a visit on parade day when the police are occupied by marching or providing security. I'd go mid morning when the place is just opening and everything (& everyone) is getting a fresh start for the day. Luckily, I checked the local online newspaper; the parade was scheduled to proceed down Main Street just as I would have been drive through town. I was only a little disappointed to postpone my trip for a day. I had to make due with porn and Wesson oil.
I found the place easily the next day. It's a small city, with more than one exit off the highway; Main Street is old school - small businesses, government offices, a library, and churches galore. I found the side street and the parking lot behind the building, an old converted clapboard house across from a big white church. The door next to the rear entrance was open and I said hello to mamasan as she was drying dishes in the kitchen. She ran around to let me in the official entrance and led me through a maze into a small room, the smell of burned garlic morphing onto sandalwood scent from somewhere..
A minute later in walked C, short with natural tits in a blue bikini top and black hair in a pony tail. With a hint of shyness and submissiveness she asked me the standard question, have you been here before, in squeaky, broken English. I told the truth, No, but I've been to [the AMP south of us}. She dropped her guard and said in a conspiratorial way, 'Then you know...' 'Yes,. I know.' No more pretense - we both knew why I was there. I paid the house fee and while C left me to get undressed, I left her tip on a small end table.
C took my hand and led me to the table shower where she made sure I was clean all over. Back to the room and I lay down on the massage table. Actually it was just a bed with a hard mattress stuck up against a wall-length mirror. This is definitely not a legitimate massage facility. She began a rather perfunctory massage, or really just the beginning of a massage, rubbing generally around my back and shoulders. After about only five or ten minutes of this she began the light touch teasing that was surely the signal for the main event.
Lowering the lights and removing her bikini, C continued to tease me with her fingertips up and down my back and legs, making sure she paid attention to my inner thighs. I was getting hard and starting to raise my ass up to give myself a little room underneath. In fact I thought it might be time to flip over, but after attempting to move, C put me back in my place. She had her own routine and I was going to follow it. I'm glad I did. With my ass still elevated, she began kissing me all over, up and down my back and legs and finally ending up at my ass. Actually, in my ass. She licked my asshole and balls until I couldn't stop squirming. I just had to release my hard on. she let me flip over and I finally got a good look at her naked body. What a beautiful woman. And she knew it. Throughout the rest of the session she watched herself in the mirror as much as I did.
After some cuddling and caressing, a little exploration of her inner self with my fingers, she knelt between my legs and gently began stroking and leaning in to kiss all around my shaft and balls. I closed my eyes and reveled in the pleasurable sensations but I was called back to reality when I felt her mouth start to cover the tip of my cock I was concerned she wasn't using protection but when I reached my hand down to stop her I realized she was putting the condom on with her mouth. It felt so real. I relaxed and went with the rhythm of her mouth and hands as she slowly worked on me. I peaked at the mirror and got a three quarter shot of C with her face in my lap, her tits swaying gently, and the curve of her back and ass undulating with with every slurp.
Between the tactile and the visual, I didn't want to climax too soon but before I went to stop her, she knelt up, clearly on her own timetable, straddled me and slowly guided my cock into her wet (lubed, I assume) pussy. She started riding me, arching her back and starting to gasp and moan in that high squeaky voice that Asian porn girls make (I heard enough of that in the last couple of days), while I got my hands full of her natural Bs. The mirror images were particularly memorable - my own porn movie on a really big screen in real time not only with sound but also smell and touch. If only video could do that.
She got off me and seemed to wait for me to decide what to do next. I had her bend over the bed with her face close to the mirror and her ass facing me entering her doggy style. I began pumping as I enjoyed the show, gazing from her apple ass rocking right below me to her contorted sex (fake?) face in the mirror, and listening to the squishing below and the exclamations (also fake, I'm sure) in front. I also saw my own sex face (not fake) and took in the whole scene as if I were starring in my own porn clip. (I don't think it would sell very well in spite of how cute and sexy C looked in this position.)
Needless to say, we never made it to the missionary part of the program. I came long and hard as I reached around to fondle her tits. She did her best to fake an orgasm. We cuddled a bit and she went to get hot towels for the clean up. As I was dressing she posed in front of the mirror checking out different angles of her breasts. 'At [the AMP south of us} they like big tits,' she said, 'but I don't want mine bigger.' I told her please leave them alone, they're beautiful the way they are. You may think men like to look at big tits, but we like to feel them more and natural is better than hardened lumps. She agreed. I hope no one talks her into enhancements.
With more hugs, she led me to the back door and back to reality. I hope my relatives need a house sitter again soon.