Massage Parlour - A Different Experience When The Roles Were Reversed.

For a number of years when I lived in London I visited saunas, or massage parlours as they are also known, quite regularly - about once a month. I had some interesting experiences.

The basics were the same. I would spend a short time in the sauna to relax, then I would climb on to the massage table and receive a full-body massage followed by a hand-job - or happy ending. Although the sequence was always the same, each girl was unique and the experience was always different. Some were Asian with a lovely olive coloured skin, most were white girls from Europe (e.g. Russia, Ireland, the UK) and a few, some of the most stunning, were black African. 

It was always necessary to agree the price for a full nude massage. Once agreed, I had the pleasure of watching the woman taking off her masseuse uniform (usually a short white tunic) and revealing her full beauty, whether her breasts were full and heavy, perky and pointed, or rounded and firm. Most of the women I observed had shaved pubes but some had trimmed pubic hair. 

The touch of each woman, when they started to pay attention to my penis, was also different. Some would use a quick movement of their fingers that would bring me to a climax quickly, others used a gentle stroke with the palm of the hand over the glans, others took my cock in their fist and jerked me off.

One of the masseuse I got to know a little was called Paula. She was a kind, buxom, white-skinned young woman who told me that she had a child and that she worked in the massage parlour to earn some money for herself and her child. She had already given me a massage and was already completely nude when I asked her if I could return the compliment.

She said that she was happy to let me massage her, because she had been standing most of the day massaging clients. She lay down on the massage table, face down. I put some oil on my hands and began by running them down her back. I noticed a curious feature about her bum. About half way down her bum crack, an area of skin joined together her two bum cheeks so her bum crack was in two parts. I mentioned this curious feature of her anatomy. Pauline told me that this is how her bum had always been.

I ran my hands over her rounded bum and the back of her legs using long strokes to massage her shapely legs. Standing beside her, and massaging her body, I had the opportunity enjoy what I could see with my eyes and feel with my hands. My hands stroked her between her thighs, brushing against her slit which I could tell was already moist.

I asked her to tun over so that I could massage her generous breasts. Her oiled body felt soft and full under my caressing hands. Then I moved to her rib cage and to her slightly rounded belly below which she had a small triangle of trimmed pubic hair. As my hand moved down over her pubic bone, I saw that she shifted her thighs slightly to allow me to run my hand between her legs. She opened her legs. I saw her pink inner labia and that she was already wet.

“Is this turning you on?”

“Yes, that's great. Please continue. None of my clients have ever pleasured me like this. I'm finding this very exciting and very relaxing.”

My erect penis proved that I was only too happy to run my fingers over her clit and between her wet labia.  With my hand resting on her pubes, my fingers gently but persistently and rhythmically explored her cunt. She held my erect cock in her left hand and squeezed her right nipple with the other. I felt her rising excitement as she pushed against my massaging hand, and my fingers went deeper into her cunt. 

"That's right. Wow, you're so good at this. Keep going. Yes. Yes."

Her face told me that she was reaching the point of no return. She seemed to be in a different space. All her attention was focused on the centre of the pleasure she was feeling. My fingers found her firm clit, the pearl that was peeping out from behind its hood. I separated her labial lips so that I could run my fingers along the soft wet surface of her cunt.

I saw the tension mounting in her face and her tummy muscles contracted. I felt Paula squeezing my cock hard as she climaxed. Her whole body shuddered and a broad smile lit-up her face.

“Well, that was lovely," she said as she started to recover her composure. She was fully relaxed and happy with herself and me.

"You know, that has never happened to me before. Thank you - that was wonderful. Now it’s back to the day job!,” she said with a chuckle as she swung her legs onto the floor and stood up.

“Don’t forget me” I joked “My turn.”  

I lay down on the table and she began to caress my hard cock between her well-oiled fingers. I had been very turned on by her orgasm and had been anticipating her hand massaging my cock. My pleasure was soon concentrated in my cock. Paula's breasts were now hanging down over me. My hand slipped between her legs and I could feel that she was still very wet. Paula was experienced and skilled in massaging her clients, so it didn’t take long for me to feel the rising excitement in my balls. My semen suddenly shot in an arc over my chest almost reaching my chin and the remaining cum dribbled onto her hands. 

'Phew. That took me by surprise. You must have needed that," she said. 

"I really did need that. Thank you. It was a great climax to a beautiful experience. Maybe I can massage you again?"

"Yes, you certainly can," she replied with a broad smile on her face.  

Another time I will relate some more adventures in the massage parlours of London.