I guess this place might be called a whore house.
Back in the 80s I was a regular customer to this woman's house named Mary. Around once a week I'd get the urge and give her a call to make sure she was there and tell her I was coming over. I'd make up some excuse at work and away I'd go to Mary's house.
What these visits were was to go over for a little sexual relief from Mary. She'd meet me at the front door usually wearing a robe. I'd drop a $10 on her and we'd head for her bedroom. Here she'd take off the robe and would be nude. Mary was in her thirties and had one great body. I'd take off my pants and briefs. Sometimes I'd lay down and other times Mary would lay down. She always had these little packets of some sort of jel that she'd use on her hand.
I'd go to feeling her up and she'd go to giving me a wonderful hand job. There were times Mary would lay down straight away from me with her feet on the edge of the bed. I'd stand right next to her and the temptation was terrific. There was even a small basket containing condoms right next to me. My cock would just be a few inches from her beautiful pussy. I'd always resist the temptation and on times like this I'd lean in toward her with my cock against one of her thighs where she'd take her lubed hand and do its magic. I'd end up shooting cum on her tits and stomach.
One day the phone quit working and my regular visits to this 'whore house' ended. I sure missed them. Mary certainly got me aroused with her wonderful body and magic hand.