Massage Parlours Bromfield CA7
Trudy Morgan was an experienced massage therapist. She had worked for years in the massage parlours of Bromfield, and had even held seminars on the benefits of massage therapy in California. And now, at the ripe old age of sixty-five, she was still trying to make a living giving massages in the same shop she’d been in for most of her life.
It was a quiet day in the shop as Trudy busied herself making arrangements for when the next customer arrived. She had a few regulars, but the number of visitors seemed to be decreasing lately, leaving her feeling concerned about her business.
Just then, the bell that announced a customer’s entrance sounded, and in walked a tall, handsome man who appeared to be in his late twenties. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked him over, before quickly composing herself and introducing herself.
“Welcome to Massage Parlours Bromfield, my name is Trudy, how can I help you?” she said, her voice low and inviting.
The man smiled, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light of the parlour. “I’m here for a massage,” he replied, his voice smooth and mellowed from without a hint of a southern drawl.
“Do you have any particular areas you’d like me to focus on?” Trudy asked as she began to prepare the room for their session.
“Well, everywhere I guess,” the man replied, his gaze growing more intense as his gaze ran up and down Trudy’s body.
Trudy could feel her pulse beginning to race as the man removed his clothes and lay face down on the massage table. But she kept her composure and began to knead his shoulders, rubbing away the tension with firm but gentle strokes.
The man moaned softly as she massaged, and Trudy felt her palms becoming slick with his body’s natural oils. She worked her way slowly down the man’s back, the muscles rippling and contracting beneath her hands, and the man’s breath growing more shallow as he relaxed further into the table.
Reaching lower, Trudy began to massage the man’s buttocks, her fingertips stroking lightly at first and then pressing more deeply into the muscles as his breathing grew more rapid. She felt his body quiver beneath her touch, and she began to move her hands more slowly, savouring the sensation of his body against hers.
Her hands moved in circles over his body, her fingertips tracing circles of pleasure up and down his spine. As Trudy continued to massage, the man’s breathing grew more urgent, and he shifted his position on the table so that his legs were spread open, offering his most intimate parts up to her touch.
Taking a deep breath, Trudy began to lightly caress the man’s inner thighs, her fingers running over the curves of his body, sending shivers of pleasure through him. She moved her fingers further up and felt the man’s body quiver even more as she massaged his inner thighs and then his genitals.
The man arched his back and moaned as Trudy continued to massage and caress his body. His breathing was now a low moan that quickly turned to a guttural scream of pleasure as Trudy moved her hand further up and down his body, her fingertips exploring the curves and valleys of his skin.
By the time the session ended, Trudy felt as if she had just left a different world. She had never seen someone so transformed and filled with pleasure, and as she packed up her supplies she noticed that the man seemed to be completely relaxed and content.
As she watched him leave the massage parlour, Trudy felt a surge of warmth and satisfaction. She smiled as she went back to her desk, feeling relaxed and fulfilled knowing that she had been able to provide such pleasure to another person.
This was why Trudy had been a massage therapist all these years, and why she would continue to do this job for as long as she could. Massage wasn’t just a job for her, it was an art, and she took pleasure in being able to provide this kind of pleasure to others.