Massage Parlours Eccleston CH4

The night air was cool and refreshing as I drove through the quiet streets of Eccleston. I had heard great things about the massage parlours in the area, and I decided tonight was the night to give one a try.

I parked my car a few blocks away, eager not to draw too much attention to myself, and made my way to the massage parlour. As I arrived, I was struck by how normal and unassuming the building appeared; it certainly didn’t strike me as a place for finding erotic pleasure.

Inside, I was greeted by a friendly attendant who offered to show me to one of the massage rooms. We made our way through a maze of corridors which all looked exactly the same, until we eventually arrived at a small room with soft lighting.

As soon as I entered the room I felt a sense of relaxation start to spread over me. The room was filled with calming aromas; a mixture of Jasmine, Ylang-Ylang and Sandalwood permeated the air. Also scattered about the room were a selection of massage oils, lotions and powders.

After signalling my approval to the attendant, she left the room, leaving me to my own devices. I quickly set to work, undressing and slipping between the crisp white sheets. Then, laying firmly on the bed, I prepared to wait.

It wasn’t long before a silky-haired East Asian woman of around thirty entered the room. She was wearing only a flimsy pair of skimpy shorts and a sheer top; her dark nipples easily visible through the sheer fabric.

Without a word, she set to work oiling my body with her skillful hands. I felt an intense wave of pleasure spreading through me as she rubbed me down with oil, before starting a deep and sensuous massage. Her firm hands worked each of my muscles in turn, pushing any knots and tension from my body.

Slowly, her hands began to move from my back to my chest, massaging my pectoral muscles before reaching my nipples. I could feel my erection starting to grow and I could sense the temperature in the room beginning to rise. Suddenly, the masseuse’s hands began to wander to my inner thighs and she started to massage my groin area. I desperately wanted her to slip her fingers inside me, but I was determined to remain in control and maintain some semblance of professionalism.

Quickly, my control was broken as the masseuse’s hands latched onto my genitals and began giving me an intimate massage. I gasped as she lightly cupped my balls and squeezed gently, before continuing to massage my throbbing member. It wasn’t long before I was lost in my own pleasure and I was shuddering from the sheer intensity of the experience.

Eventually, I could feel the euphoria start to subside and I thanked the masseuse for the amazing experience. She merely smiled and walked out of the room, leaving me alone to dress.

I returned to the lounge and paid for my session, hardly believing the pleasure I had just experienced. As I made my way home, I was already planning my next visit to Massage Parlours Eccleston CH4.