Massage Parlours Penn Bottom HP7
The sun was setting over the small city of Penn Bottom, illuminating the quaint street of the massage parlour that sat at the heart of the city. Its sign twinkled in the dusk light, beckoning those in the near vicinity to enter and tantalise their senses. It had been a long time since anyone had seen the doors to the massage parlour open, but with the current state of Penn Bottom, one could only wonder if the other businesses and locals had closed their doors for the night, or if the parlour had been waiting for its first clients for days.
Little did her customers know, the massage parlour was run by a woman named Kate. From the day she opened it’s doors, she had been taking clients who were willing to pay and enjoy the serene atmosphere she provided. The actual physical massage part was just a front, a way to keep the police off her back and the nosy neighbours at bay. The real services, however, were the hidden ones, which included the type of massage that could only be found in the darkest corners of the city.
Tonight was no different, as the lights flickered on in the massage parlour, and a young woman, who could only be described as having a wild beauty to her, stepped inside. She nervously approached the reception desk and spoke in a low, slightly husky voice.
“Hello, I’d like to book a massage.”
The receptionist, a tall, voluptuous woman in her mid-twenties with an air of sophistication about her, smiled knowingly.
“Of course, what kind of massage would you like?”
The woman paused before replying.
“The kind where you do… things?”
“Oh, you’d like the erotic massage? Very well.”
Without another word, the receptionist led the woman to the inner massage room. Once inside, the woman was taken aback, as the room was full of candles and dim lights. An oil laced aroma was wafting in the air, calming her nerves and soothing her body.
Following the instructions of the receptionist, the woman undressed and lay face down on the massage table before the masseuse came in. The masseuse was a tall, statuesque woman with a presence that demanded attention. She wore a black robe and her dark hair was tied back in a tight bun.
As the massage began the woman felt the masseuse’s surprisingly warm hands on her body, feeling every movement as they caressed her curves and contours. The lights were dim but Kate could make out the masseuse’s expression of delight as she explored her body. Kate surely wasn’t expecting her masseuse to be this willing, as every new massage stroke seemed to bring more pleasure than before.
Kate started to moan and move her body with the pressure of the masseuse’s hands. As she felt the orgasmic energy building within her, the masseuse expertly moved her hands to Kate’s back, rubbing and squeezing gently. As the pressure increased and intensified, Kate let out a long breath and allowed her orgasm to wash over her.
Once the massage was over, Kate thanked the masseuse and saw her way out. As she walked away from the massage parlour, she felt one hundred times better than she had when had arrived. Her worries and stresses seemed to ebb away with each step and all the doubts which she’d had about the massage parlour melted away.
It was clear why so many people visited the massage parlour and why it had lasted for so long. The intimate setting and atmosphere provided the perfect atmosphere for relaxation and pleasure. Not only did it offer sexual relief, but it also provided an emotional release. Kate knew she would be returning to the massage parlour in the near future and she couldn’t wait to feel the relief and pleasure it provided again.