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You know what I’ve got to do one of these days? I’ve got to go to a massage parlor.
There are a couple of them not too far from my house. I actually drive past one nearly every day on my way to work. It doesn’t seem to get much business at that hour of the day. But when I’m out late at night (going to the grocery store–get your mind out of the gutter), it does a brisk trade.
Every time I’ve had a traditional massage, I’ve ended up screamingly horny. Hands all over me–that is heavenly. I wonder if masseuses know how horny some of their clients get while on the table. They must.
So here’s my fantasy. My partner and I go into a massage parlor late at night. They leave us alone in a room with two tables so that we can strip down together. We do. With an excess of touching, fondling, giggling and whispering while we strip. The anticipation would be very high while we adjourned to our separate tables and covered up with sheets.
Wait, do they give you sheets in places like those?
I could imagine that we’d both get very attractive masseuses. His would be…well, he can come up with his own fantasy masseuse.
Mine would be tall. A strapping young lady. Blond and Nordic-looking, I think. The kind of girl who looks like she spends her off-hours threshing grain and birthing foals. She’d be thickly muscled and taciturn. I’d be able to hear her breathing as she kneaded my back.
I’d so love to watch my friend getting worked over on his own table. I might have to call a halt to the ministrations of my blonde goddess while he got flipped over. Oh to see the tent he’d be sporting then…what a grin I’d have. To watch her hands slip down his stomach–to see him spread his legs just a bit…I’d love that. She’d probably have plenty of massage oil on her hands already, right? Maybe she’d hold the container up over his cock and let a few more drops fall onto him.
Watching my lover’s cock in the hands of another woman, slick and shiny…I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I’d beg for my masseuse to slide her hands down my body, between my legs. I’d look over at my friend and lock eyes with him for as long as I could.
At some point, my eyes would squeeze shut in pleasure. Would that push him past the point of no return? I feel fairly certain that watching him pour out over another woman’s hands would push me past that point.
Does anyone know if massage parlors would let me live out my little fantasy, someday, if I could find a willing partner?
‘Cause I’d feel kinda weird phoning them to ask.
