In a London Sauna

I have already introduced you to Bill, who was in his forties when the story I am about to tell you happened. Bill was married to a woman who was 15 years younger than him, let's call her Sharon. She was prone to depression and other mental illnesses deriving, partly, from her upbringing. A series of setbacks led her to have what is commonly called a nervous breakdown. During this personal crisis Sharon made a request of Bill that during this period of recovery - for two years - they should not have sex together. After a short spell in hospital Sharon came home but needed to attend therapy sessions. So Bill drove her across London to attend sessions with her therapist. So what was Bill to do for the hour or so while Sharon was sharing her personal story with her therapist? He decided that he would try out one of the saunas which he had seen nearby. It was well-known that these 'saunas' provided what is called 'personal services' and Bill was both curious about these places and very frustrated from the complete absence of sex with his wife. When he entered the rather dilapidated building he was faced with a blank wall with a door to one side. A middle aged woman appeared through a hatch in the wall and looked him up and down. Apparently deciding whether he was an acceptable customer. She spoke to him with a strong London accent and a friendly welcoming voice - 'You wanna come in love? One of the girls will be with you shortly.' Stepping into the first room he found what was a kind of waiting room with rather battered leather comfortable chairs, plastic ivy coming out of plastic tubs, cheap reproductions of popular paintings on the wall and piped music coming through speakers somewhere. He sunk into one of the chairs, wondering what would happen next. After a few minutes a beautiful Asian lady appeared. She had the facial features of girls from Indonesia with a smooth olive coloured skin, long dark hair and a charming smile. She was wearing a white tunic, rather like a nurse's uniform, except that her front buttons were partly unfastened allowing Bill a glimpse of her cleavage and it was short enough to reveal her lovely legs. 'Follow me', she said, taking Bill up some narrow stairs and into a room which was all white except for some plastic flowers in a plastic vase. He noticed, as he surveyed the room, the massage table in the middle of the room, a pile of white towels, some bottles of massage oil and a box of tissues. 'My name is Jasmine, and I will be serving you this evening. Would you like a sauna? or just a shower?' she asked quietly. 'I think I'll just have a shower', Bill replied, not wanting to delay the moment when she would lay her hands on his body. 'OK, It's over there. I'll be back in a few minutes.' Bill undressed and stepped into the simple and cheap shower cubicle with shower head attached to the tiled wall. He quickly showered and as he stepped out of the shower to dry himself on a towel, Jasmine came back into the room. She wrapped a towel around him and dried his back and legs. 'Please', she said, 'lie down on the table face down.' Bill did as he was told. She lay a towel loosely over his buttocks. 'Would you like oil or talc?' she asked. Bill wasn't sure, but opted for oil. She poured some oil onto her hands and then ran them over his back in slow, gentle, strokes. After circling his back and shoulders, she moved to his legs, pulling her hands down each side of his legs? 'Do you work out? you have strong legs.' she asked. Bill felt flattered. 'Yes, I am runner' he replied proudly. While they talked, she took each foot in her hands and massaged them, paying attention to each toe in turn, and then she moved back to his legs working her way up to his thighs. Then she took him by surprise, running her hands under the towel and between his legs, pressing gently against his perineum. Instantly Bill's cock began to harden, as her fingers touched his balls and then back to his anus and over his buttocks. 'Please turn over,' she commanded him. He did so, embarrassed about his erection that couldn't be hidden any longer. She placed her hand on his cock over the towel and in a business like tone said, 'Topless is 40, fully nude is 75'. She continued to gently hold his cock while she pulled the towel from over him. Bill was not sure what he was letting himself in for and opted, as his first time in a massage parlour, for topless. Jasmine unbuttoned her tunic and took it off. She was not wearing a bra - maybe because she didn't need to. Her breasts stood out and up, pointed and firm, with prominent brown nipples. They were the most beautiful breasts Bill had ever seen. He was in awe of her elegant beauty. She held his cock while massaging his chest and then abandoning any pretence that this was about a body massage she concentrated all her attention on his uncircumcised penis. Gently she stroked the shaft with slow rhythmical movements holding him in the palm of her hand, fingers curled around his hard cock. 'May I touch your breasts? Bill asked. 'Of course', she said quietly. Bill felt her perfect breasts, massaging them with his hand, running his fingers over her erect nipples. She leant over him so her breasts were close to his face, while continuing to masturbate him. Gradually the speed of her hand on his cock increased and her grip tightened, but then she slowed down, paused while she poured some oil over him, and then she recommenced the massage of his cock. She pushed her breasts into his face while her fingers held his cock lightly using a rapid vibrating movement. This was too much for Bill, the pleasure was just too exquisite. In no time, he felt himself tensing up and suddenly and powerfully his semen spurted over his chest and her breasts. In a business like way she reached for the tissues and wiped his cum from his chest and then she handed the tissues to Bill so that he had the pleasure of cleaning his semen from her breast. 'I guess, you'll need another shower. We don't want your wife to smell the oil on you. She might guess what you've up to.' Bill smiled to himself, thinking that his wife was unlikely to pay him any attention, but he showered, using the time to remember the pleasure of Jasmine's touch and the glorious young, firm breasts that so recently had been pressed into his face. His lust had been attended to in a kind, considerate, gentle way by a beautiful woman. This was just the first of Bill's experience in a London saunas. I will tell you more stories from the London world of personal services in another post.