Massage Parlours Pheasant’s Hill RG9

The sun was slowly setting above the tranquil town of Pheasant’s Hill RG9, and with it, the promise of a new evening. As darkness crept into the sky, the town slowly morphed into a secret playground of forbidden activities, hidden away from prying eyes. One of these activities was the local massage parlor, an establishment where one could escape the troubles of the day and indulge in some of the most intense pleasure available.

Nina was an experienced masseuse, having worked at the massage parlor for a few years. Working the early evening shift, she had the pleasure of catering to some of the more adventurous guests in search of the ultimate escape.

Nina was a master of her craft, able to combine tenderness and skill in order to soothe any part of the body that required it. Her body was well trained, her arms dexterous and adept at exploring every part of her client’s anatomy. Her hands were like magic as they moved over her client’s body, finding all of their hidden and intimate areas.

One particularly special guest was a mysterious gentleman in his mid-thirties. He booked two hours at the parlor and was mostly silent, providing only the bare minimum of information about himself. He was tall and handsome, and Nina could feel a natural chemistry between them, so she took extra care in unlocking all of his secrets.

Nina quickly established the fact that her mystery man was a former military man. His years of service had taken a toll on his body and mind, and he sought out her expertise to ease some of his pain.

Kicking off the session, Nina started with some gentle, relaxing strokes against his back, arms, and chest. Her fingertips made circles around his muscles, relieving tension and stiffness. With each pass, the gentleman’s body seemed to relax further and further. His breathing became slower, and his body seemed to melt into the massage table.

Nina was full of surprises; using different techniques and varying degrees of intensity, she soon had her client’s body groaning in pleasure. Nina used her body to move up and down her guest’s back, rubbing her breasts, hips, and buttocks against him to lull him into a state of ecstasy. Her hands dominated his chest, belly, and inner thighs, rubbing and squeezing every tight knot of muscle until they melted away.

Nina paid special attention to her guest’s hips and buttocks, slowly kneading them and exposing them to her touch. As she was doing this, she became aware of a distinct bulge growing in his pants. His breathing had become quick and shallow and his arousal was evident. Without having to be asked, Nina moved her hands higher, slowly sliding them under his belt.

His organ already throbbed with eager anticipation, barely restrained within his underwear. His soft moan of pleasure only encouraged Nina to take her massage further. With her thumbs, she spread his pants open and moved her hands in circles around his erect manhood. With each pass, the gentleman’s breath deepened in pleasure until he exploded in an ecstatic release.

As the massage session finished, Nina and her client exchanged satisfied smiles and understanding glances. There was no need for words, the experience was mutually enjoyable.

Nina opened up the massage parlor that night with many more secrets to share, and many more adventures to come. The massage parlor was her secret playground, where anyone in search of pleasure could come for a unique and personalized experience.