Massage Parlours Hampstead Norreys RG18

It was a hot, humid day in mid-August, and the sun had finally set on the small village of Hampstead Norreys in the UK vale of Berkshire. Lacey, a young woman in her early twenties, had decided to take a break from studying, and to spend an evening in the local massage parlour.

She took the short walk from her flat to the establishment, and as she crossed the threshold into the parlour’s dimly lit interior, she was enveloped in a feeling of relaxation. The soothing music playing in the background helped Lacey to forget all of her worries and stresses, and she found her mind wandering off to pleasurable thoughts and fantasies.

The parlour itself was furnished in a style that was both modern and classic. Deep leather couches and dimly lit lamps lined the walls, and a number of massage tables were situated in the centre of the room. A receptionist greeted Lacey warmly, and offered to show her to a massage room.

Lacey chose a private room, and soon after, a petite, petite woman entered, dressed in nothing but a white bathrobe. She introduced herself as Jennifer, and Lacey soon found herself engaged in a deep and sensual massage. Jennifer’s deft and experienced touch seemed to send Lacey into a state of peace and tranquility. Every nerve ending seemed to be alive as Jennifer worked her magic, rotating and kneading certain pressure points on Lacey’s body.

The massage continued for several hours, and before long Lacey felt so relaxed that her breathing became laboured and her eyes closed. Jennifer’s fingers moved slowly, firmly and sensually around Lacey’s body, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, and eventually the massage ended.

Lacey lay in a state of bliss, feeling an overwhelming sense of euphoria. And then, as she slowly returned to reality, Jennifer spoke and asked if there was anything else she could do for Lacey. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Lacey told her that she’d like a “happy ending”.

Jennifer nodded in understanding, and without saying a word, she got to work. She began caressing and massaging Lacey’s most intimate areas, until she felt her body beginning to quiver in anticipation. Seconds later, the feeling of pure ecstasy hit her, and she felt her mind filling with images of wild and passionate fantasies.

The next morning, Lacey woke feeling refreshed, alive and invigorated. She thanked Jennifer for providing her with such an amazing massage and experience, and left the parlour with a smile on her face, knowing that she’d definitely be returning soon.

The following evening, Lacey returned to the massage parlour and asked for the same therapist Jennifer. Now well practised in the art of ‘happy endings’, Lacey found that her pleasure only increased each time, until eventually, she felt as though Jennifer knew her body better than anyone else.

By the end of the summer, Lacey had become a regular visitor of the massage parlour, and looked forward to each freshly lined up massage as if it were her first. The sensual pleasure that Jennifer provided made it hard for Lacey to resist, and by the end of the summer, she’d become a regular visitor of the parlour, and had made a few friends along the way.

With the summer starting to die down and the cooler days fast approaching, Lacey felt a twinge of sadness as she said goodbye to Hampstead Norreys and Jennifer for what could potentially be the last time. As she said goodbye, Jennifer gave her one last surprise – a sensual massage with a ‘happy ending’. With that Lacey began to prepare herself for the winter months, feeling truly contented from the amazing experience.