If my memory serves me well

Due to a lack of opportunities, I've had quite a dry spell lately. Between work and home schedules I haven't had much time to play at anything, let alone having time to 'play.' I couldn't squeeze out more than an hour by myself in a long time; if I weren't so busy I'd feel like I was wearing What's-her-name Lohan's ankle bracelet.

So I have been trying to remember details of a spa visit I made a few months ago that was generally pretty forgettable. Actually, it was memorable for one thing as explained below.

I had the use of a car for a whole morning when everyone else was at a picnic and I ostensibly needed it to buy some paint & supplies for a house project. Of course that didn't take long and since I was in the neighborhood, I beelined it to the place I've been to many times. I go there mainly for the out-of-the-way location when I take a bus and the discreet parking when I drive. The service is uneven and I was hoping to see S, the proprietor, who gives a great massage, is very friendly, and is generous with her happy ending techniques. However, I was greeted by C, who just doesn't measure up to her boss. But what the hell, I'd go with the flow.

It was still early and when she asked if I wanted a table shower I said yes, but she asked me why - didn't I take a shower at home? I said I got up early but I found it odd that she seemed to argue with me. I thought the customer was always right. She washed me down anyway and didn't show any annoyance even though I figured she just wasn't into working so early (it was probably 10am).

The massage was pretty standard - at least they do a pretty good job of loosening muscles up. C is not the stereotypical svelte long-haired Asian woman, but one with a little heft to her & her own muscles could use a little toning, but who am I to judge. She still has all the right female parts which I was able to caress as the rub progressed. She knew what I was after and after she was done with my back I turned over & she got the lotion ready, turned down the lights amd without much teasing, started stroking. She seemed still like she wanted to get things over with.

In spite of her perceived attitude, I had a stiffy after roaming under her dress and into her blouse. She unbuttoned and pulled down her bra for my viewing and tactile pleasure. I was also gently pulling on her panties to get my fingers into the her crevice when she surprised me by putting one foot up on the table and pulling aside her underpants to allow me access to her pussy. I got a couple fingers inside her surprisingly wet hole just as I was coming. She let me rut around in there until I stopped pumping out my jism and then put herself back together to go out for a hot towel while I caught my breath and zoned out for a minute.

But I had to do it. I brought my fingers up to my face for a sniff and the smell kind of grossed me out. It smelled like C could have used a good douche or at least a shower of her own. I'm glad this isn't a full service shop - I wouldn't want to put any other body part in there; who knows what's lurking in those folds of flesh. I think C knew about her little problem because the first thing she did when she came back with the towel was to wipe off my fingers, even before getting rid of the spunk on my stomach.

Well, I vowed to avoid this place for a while & I have, but not by choice. But looking to the future I can see an opportunity coming up in a couple of months when I will be traveling right by there with a couple of hours I won't have to account for. Knowing myself like I do, I'll probably make the decision to go or not jist as the bus approaches that stop.