Massage Parlours Pool TR15

Massage Parlours Pool TR15 was a small city in the middle of nowhere. It had one main road that led to it and a few side roads that went off into the countryside. Most of the city was made up of small massage parlours that ran on the side of the road and a pool hall in the heart of the city.

It was on one of these hot summer nights in July that I visited Massage Parlours Pool TR15. I had heard a lot about it and was curious to see what all the fuss was about. I arrived at the pool hall and was immediately overwhelmed by the sights and sounds around me.

On the floor were groups of people, both men and women, laughing and drinking. In the corner were two women in their late twenties, who seemed to be the owners of the establishment. They waved at me as I walked in, and then continued their conversation.

I approached the bar, which was busy with people ordering drinks and food. The barman, a middle-aged man with white hair and a stubbly beard, welcomed me and asked for my order. He offered me a beer, which I accepted.

I took a seat at a table and looked around. Everywhere were groups of people drinking, talking and laughing. In the corner, a small group of women were giving massages to the men who sat around them. This was the massage parlours, I realised.

I watched as the men attended to the women’s every need, giving them gentle strokes and caresses. I felt my body tighten as I looked on, my cheeks turning a deep red. The sight of these two, so peaceful in the moment, had me enthralled.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them, and as time passed I began to feel an excitement deep within me. I was mesmerised by the same sight, my heart beating faster and my breathing becoming heavier. I wanted to be a part of this, to experience the pleasure of being massaged by a woman.

My usually timid nature was put aside in that moment, and I found myself thinking about how beautiful it would be to feel her soft hands on my body. I wanted to be aroused and aroused I was.

Just then, one of the women looked up from her massage and noticed me staring. She smiled in my direction and then gestured me to come over with her hand. I was overjoyed, though a bit shy too. With my head held high, I walked over and took a seat beside her.

She introduced herself as Maria, a massage therapist that also worked at one of the parlours. She asked me what I wanted, and I tried to explain my feelings to her. She listened in silence and then laughed at my fumbling words. She told me that she knew exactly what I was asking for, and then proceeded to give me the best massage of my life.

Maria’s touch was delicate and gentle, coaxing out of me all the pleasure and sensuality that I had been feeling earlier. She used her hands to tease my body and guide me to higher states of pleasure. Every now and then, she whispered words of encouragement that made me feel even more aroused.

After what felt like hours, my body was begging for relief and I was ready to climax. Maria slowed her movements and I shuddered as the orgasm hit me, bringing my body to blissful release.

When it was over, I lay on the massage table exhausted and satisfied. Maria helped me dress and led me to a chair by the pool table. She gave me a bottle of chilled water and told me to rest. I leaned back and lower my head, feeling a contentment unlike anything I had ever known.

So that was Massage Parlours Pool TR15 for me. It was the perfect place for a night of rest and relaxation, and to be thoroughly aroused and satisfied too. I knew that I would be visiting this place again and again, and was already anticipating my next visit.