It had been a long and exhausting day for Lori as she shuffled her way out of the office down the stairs and into the cool evening air. She looked up and down the street, the familiar sight of the cars roaring past a reminder of the world spinning around her. With one last look back at her place of work, she set off down the street towards the outskirts of town.
She had heard about the massage parlours in Middle Weald and thought that perhaps she could take some time off to go and check them out. As she arrived she paid the standard fee and was welcomed in. She found a quiet spot in the entryway and began to unpack her bag, taking a few minutes to compose herself and prepare for the coming experience.
The first thing that Lori noticed as she entered the room was the way that the environment seemed to be perfectly set up for relaxation, facilitated by dim lighting and the low hum of instrumental music. She felt instantly more relaxed, an oft-needed break from the hustle and bustle of her life. She then noticed the massage therapist, a woman slightly older than her and dressed in a bright red and white kimono. The therapist gave her a pleasant smile and led her to a massage table in the middle of the room.
Lori laid face down on the table and was asked to position her body in comfortable positions. She complied, unaware of the intimacy that would soon follow. The therapist then draped a towel over her back and began to apply pressure to her shoulders, first with her hands and then with an oiled, heated stone. A massage soon ensued, with the therapist using techniques from various massage modalities to relieve Lori’s stress and tension. The therapist moved up and down Lori’s body, covering all of the major muscle groups and using her own body weight to apply various levels of pressure.
As the massage went on, Lori began to feel the stress and tension slowly slipping away from her body, the massage helping to restore balance throughout her body and mind. She felt so relaxed that at times she found herself drifting off into a tranquil sleep. Suddenly the therapist began to move her hands further down her body, running her fingertips across her buttocks and then continuing down her inner thighs. Lori felt a pleasant tingle now spreading through her body, and she realized that the woman was now exploring a bit further afield than she had expected.
Lori tried to stay focused on the massage, but she could not help the feelings of anticipation that crept through her as the therapist continued her massage. As the massage went on, she soon found herself overcome by a wave of desire that kept sweeping through her body. The massage then took a turn for the erotic as the therapist moved her hands more intimately across Lori’s body, running her fingertips over every inch of her body before finally settling again between her legs.
Her entire body seemed to ignite at the feeling of being so delicious and freely explored. She almost felt as though she had left the bounds of the massage parlour and was instead in a world that belonged only to her, where the only thing that mattered was the pleasure that it gave her. Every touch felt so sensual and tantalizing that she could scarcely contain her desire, her breathing becoming shorter and more rapid.
Not long after, the therapist finally concluded the massage and Lori felt as though she were in a dream state. She felt gratified, yet still full of yearning and knew that it had only been the beginning of an unforgettable experience. She thanked the therapist and stumbled out of the parlour, her mind replaying the intense pleasure she had just endured as she walked back to her car.
Little did she know that this would be just the first of many visits to the massage parlour, for Lori had found what she had been searching for all along – a place to explore her wildest sensual dreams.