Handjobs at the Massage Parlor

I had been divorced from my second wife for a couple of years. I was working from home so I had limited opportunities to meet anybody. I had a local café where I ate lunch several times a week. The owner of the place was a horndog and he only hired hot looking waitresses. I dated a few of them but there wasn’t any sex going on.

I had never been to a massage parlor but decided maybe the time was ripe to give it a try. This was in Southern California and the nearby city of Bell was known for several massage parlors. There was also a video store in Bell that had quite a reputation for glory holes in the video booths. The crazy thing was that the video store was on the same block as the police station. I actually went to the video place one time, thinking about getting my dick sucked, but as soon as I got inside, the clientele that was lingering about looked way too edgy for my taste and I quickly made an exit and headed for one of the massage parlors. 

The place had a fairly small sign in front but no street parking. A small area in back held about 5 or 6 cars and the actual working entrance was in the back. Now this was some time ago so the fees will sound pretty low by today’s standards. An older Korean lady ran the place and took my $40 for 30 minutes and led me to a room. She told me to get undressed, get on the massage table, and put a towel over my middle. So I did. 

A very pretty Korean gal came in wearing short shorts and a halter top. I got the usual massage and while on my stomach, as her hands came up my thighs she made contact with my balls. When she had me turn over, I had a hard-on and dispensed with the towel. She worked her way around by cock and balls and I asked her how much for a “happy ending.” Twenty bucks was the answer and I said ok. So she did a very nice job of jacking me off and then cleaned me up with a warm, wet towel. I had purposely gone there on a Sunday morning. At the time I was driving a red Corvette with a vanity plate and I figured there was less chance of somebody seeing my car and knowing who owned it on a Sunday morning.  

I came back the following Sunday morning and asked for the same girl. This time I asked how much for a blowjob and it was $40. So I went for that. The following week I asked how much to fuck and that was $60. By now we were dispensing with the massage after about the first ten minutes and getting right to the sex stuff. Then the next week I went for an hour which was $60 to the house. The reason I expanded the time was that even getting my rocks off, I was going home still wanting more. With the hour long session my little Korean gal was getting me off twice. Sometimes it would be a handjob and then a fuck or maybe a blowjob and a fuck. By now I was a regular and she would only charge me the extra $60 for the fuck and throwing in the handjob or blowjob for free. 

And after about my third visit she attended to me in the nude. While massaging me, I would have my fingers in her pussy getting her juiced up to take my cock. 

I had talked to her about coming to my house. I told her I would pay her the parlor fee of $60 plus the $60 I normally paid her. I usually threw in another $10 or $20 tip. She was considering it. But the next time I went there, she was gone. She no longer worked there. I got a new girl who was also Korean. They all were. She was a tiny little thing and very cute. I got her to walk on my back with her bare feet which actually was a really nice experience. Then she gave me a handjob. But with my regular girl gone, I lost interest and never returned. And shortly after that I met a super gal who became my third wife as well as the best sex partner I’ve ever had in my entire life. 

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