Massage Parlour Sindlesham, RG41
It was something of a hot summer evening in the small town of Sindlesham, in Berkshire, and with it, the crepuscular sunlight spilling over the horizon and into the town let it glimmer with dreamy promise. With the hum of the locals milling about, there was an air of excitement in the air that was faintly palpable. In the midst of all of this, was a small massage parlour; a quaint two storey building with small white walls and a shining brick facade.
The front door opening up to a small reception area, adorned with the pleasant scent of incense wafting through the air, and the sound of soft music playing in the background. Behind the counter sat a woman, seemingly mid-thirties, dressed in a white Lacy lingerie. A large banner proclaiming the massage parlour’s services hung above her head. The woman smiled at each person stringing in and warmly welcomed them.
The massage parlour was luxury. Patrons ranged from the wealthy to the less-than wealthy. All were welcomed and received with the same level of service. On the counter sat the massage menu, that was updated regularly to keep up with the modern times. The dance and music played throughout the massage parlour was always changing, with mellow jazz often being the default.
One regular customer was a burly Danish man in his fifties. He had grey hair, a few wrinkles around his eyes, and had always been fond of the massage parlour. He would often opt for a full body massage with particular emphasis on his back. The masseuse would often use her experienced hands to knead his tense muscles while he relaxed and enjoyed the sensual expertise of her touch.
Another regular customer was a beautiful Spanish woman in her late twenties. She captivated onlookers with her silky shoulder length ponytail that moved with her every step. She was often seen choosing a foot massage, since her feet were sore from hours of dancing around town. It was said that she craved the tender massage the parlour provided, melting away her worries and setting her free from the stresses of the world.
One particularly daring evening, a young woman in her early twenties strolled into the massage parlour. She wore a short black dress, revealing shapely legs and a tight fit top. Her face was described as angelic, her eyes a deep amber and her hair was luscious and thick. In her arms she had a small overnight bag. She told the receptionist that she was looking for an evening of massage and relaxation and decided to stay the night.
The receptionist smiled warmly at the woman and asked her what kind of massage she desired. Looking around the parlour, the young woman decided she wanted something different. Taking a deep breath and a few quiet moments, she announced that she wanted a ‘wife slut’ massage. Immediately a hush fell over the parlour and all the other customers paused to see what would happen next.
After a few moments of contemplation and a slight blush creeping up her neck, the young woman explained that she had read about the massage and knew exactly what it entailed. She said it sounded like an erotic adventure that she wanted to try. The receptionist smiled and nodded. She ushered the woman to a private massage room and told her to get comfortable.
A few minutes later, a soft knock sounded on the door as her masseuse entered the room. He was an older gentleman, probably in his sixties, with silver hair and a warm smile. He asked the young woman if she was comfortable and relaxed, whilst nodding in approval of her lingerie choice. He explained the process of the ‘wife slut’ massage that would be very intimate, yet safe.
As the massage started, the masseuse found areas of tension in the young woman’s body and began to work his magic. He moved his hands in strong, but gentle, circles and applied pressure in certain places like her lower back and upper thigh as he worked. All the while, he was making sure to keep the woman at ease, by talking to her, reassuring her, and by putting a little dark humour into the mix.
The massage went on for an hour and the young woman found herself increasingly aroused and relaxed with each passing minute. She felt free to experiment and explore the sensual massage which the masseuse had administered with such finesse. She felt like she was becoming one with the massage and with her masseuse.
The final part of the massage included the use of oils, some of which were warmed through for a more seductive finish. The masseuse focused all of his attention on the young woman’s bottom half and worked from her feet up in slow, seductive circles.
By the end of the massage, the young woman was feeling truly elated, but also a little ashamed. She was eager to explore and find out more about the ‘wife slut’ massage. She thanked her masseuse and made an appointment to return the following day.
The massage parlour of Sindlesham, RG41, had become the new place to go to experience something new and exotic. Everyone there was welcomed, no matter what their desires, and they all experienced something new and thrilling. From couples to singles, all patrons were encouraged to explore and discover pleasure through the massage parlour’s expertise. It was here, that the boundaries of pleasure met creativity, where the imagination could roam free, and the wishes for something extraordinary could become reality.