Just as she was ready to shut off the light and call it a night, a certain something caught her eye. Across the street, almost hidden in a nook between two buildings, stood a large sign that read: Massage Parlour, Orton Longueville.
She had never been to a massage parlour before, but curiosity got the best of her and without a second thought she decided to give it a go. She had never been overly adventurous when it came to such things, but something about the discreet sign and the fact that it was hidden away like that intrigued her.
With her heart racing, she made her way across the street and came to a large, iron door with a small sign that read: Closed after midnight. She glanced around, wondering if anyone had seen her, and feeling thankful when nobody had. Pushing the heavy door, she stepped inside and was greeted by a dimly lit room, adorned with heavy curtains and plush rugs. She took a deep breath and realized it smelled surprisingly good in there: lavender, incense and something else she couldn’t identify.
A tall, dark-haired woman stepped forward to greet her. Her head was bowed and her voice soft as she asked if she could be of assistance. The woman explained that the parlour offered various massage packages and that some were more intimate than others, catering to the more daring customer. Her cheeks flushed, but then, before she could think twice, she boldly asked for the most intimate package they had, a two-hour sensual massage.
The woman gave her a knowing smile and gestured for her to follow. She led her downstairs, to an immaculate room with an impressive king-sized bed and large mirrors along the walls. The woman handed her a lightweight cotton gown and instructed her to undress and wait on the bed.
Once alone, she undressed and lay on the bed, feeling the soft sheets against her skin. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes, feeling her body relax as anticipation began to grow.
The door opened and a handsome, muscular man entered the room. His clothes were of fine quality and though he was not overly tall, he was still quite imposing. He offered her a warm, reassuring smile as he began to massage her body.
At first, he was gentle and slow; his hands softly gliding over her body, exploring its contours. As time went on and he became more familiar with her body, his touch became more firm, but still always soft. He applied the right amount of pressure in all the right places, making her moan with delight.
He moved lower and began to rub her inner thighs and abdomen. His fingertips made slippery circles, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. His hands moved even lower as he began to massage her innermost secret regions. His touch was electrifying, igniting a passion in her she never knew she had.
Time seemed to stand still as the massage went on. His hands moved expertly, combining pleasure and pain in tantalizing ways. Feelings of pleasure, desire and need raced through her and she soon found herself begging for more.
Finally, just when she thought she could take no more, he paused and whispered for her to turn over. He resumed his massage, this time exploring her back in long, languid strokes. His fingers worked their way down, causing unexpected sparks of pleasure to erupt throughout her body.
When the massage was complete, she felt completely relaxed, but also invigorated as if her whole being had been re-energized. Clutching her gown, she slowly stumbled toward the door, feeling as though she was walking on clouds.
As she emerged from the massage parlor, she realized that she had just experienced something truly special, something not to be found anywhere else. She walked home with a newfound sense of wellbeing, feeling lighter and freer than ever before. She was sure she’d be back and soon found herself counting down the days until her next massage.