Massage Parlours Clive Green CW7 was bustling with activity on a Saturday afternoon. Customers were queuing up to enter, eager to get a dose of the high quality massage services offered here. A young couple in their twenties stepped through the entrance, their eyes immediately drawn to the array of massage oils and soothing music that filled the air.
The masseuse greeted them with a friendly smile, her gentle hands guiding them to their private room. She laid out the towels and prepared the oils, the warmth of her hands unmistakable as she massaged their backs and shoulders, the tension almost immediately disappearing.
As she worked her way down to their legs, her fingers gradually speeding up and her technique becoming more playful as they both grew comfortable with the situation. It wasn’t long before they were both in an aroused state, their bodies responding positively to the stimulation.
The masseuse soon had both of them lying side by side, her hands caressing every inch of their bodies. She moved from legs to buttocks, exploring every curve as she elicited sighs of pleasure from her clients. It seemed that she was in no hurry to finish, taking her time to pleasure every inch of their skin.
The couple had long since left the room, the massage sessions having taken their toll both physically and mentally. But instead of feeling tired, they felt refreshed and invigorated, the experience having only added to their enjoyment of life.
They couldn’t help but remark the quality of the service they had received and both agreed that they would be returning again soon, eager to explore what other delights the massage parlour had to offer.
Stepping out into the bright daylight, they looked at each other with a newly acquired lustful gaze, both ready to continue the evening’s activities back at the hotel room.
By this time tomorrow morning, their thoughts would have returned to the pleasures of the massage parlour, and the feeling of anticipation would be greater than ever before.