Massage Parlours Rosewain CA7

Massage Parlours Rosewain CA7 – An Adult Erotic Story

Jack had always had a penchant for the erotic and sensual, but he never imagined that his wildest fantasies would take him to the remote town of Rosewain in central California. It was here, of all places, that he would find what he had been looking for all along – a Massage Parlour.

The buildings of Rosewain are slightly run-down and often quite dirty, but one stands out amongst the ramshackle establishments. The sign was white and purple, reading in plain sans serif font ‘Massage Parlours RosewainCA7’.

Jack opened the door, curious and a little scared. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but he figured he was in for something unique and special. He was right.

The living room was cosy, with two couches and two armchairs lining the walls. Soft jazz music played in the background, the occasional blast of a shaker or tambourine coming in and out in a soothing manner. The carpet was soft and red, the walls painted white and gold. It was obvious that the establishment had been up and running for many years.

At the centre of the living room, a moderately sized bed dominated the space. It was big enough for two and covered with a cream coloured duvet that had small grey and blue swirls. On the corner of the bed, stack of pillows were piled. It looked inviting and Jack decided to take a seat.

Suddenly, a tall, slender woman in a red kimono walked into the room. She was very attractive, with large breasts, delicate features and long dark hair cascading down her back. She introduced herself as Melissa and welcomed Jack with a warm smile.

Melissa then lead Jack to another room where the massage parlour’s services were provided. It was sparsely decorated with a small table in the centre, several filing cabinets and a large couch. On the table was a large blue and white cloth, with a variety of oils, creams and lotions in glass bottles.

Melissa asked Jack to lay down on the sofa and began the massage. After about thirty minutes, she asked him to turn over so she could work on his back. This took a further thirty minutes and, when Melissa finished, she instructed Jack to stand up and face her.

Jack was dumbstruck by the beauty of the woman standing in front of him. She was stunning and his heart raced as he imagined what the session would be like. He felt Melissa take his hand and lead him to a room which was even more luxurious than the others. It was dimly lit and the walls were painted a deep crimson. A four-poster bed, complete with black silk sheets, dominated the room. There were two small wooden chairs and a chest of drawers. Melissa began to take off her kimono and asked Jack to do the same. Embarrassed, Jack complied.

Standing there in his underwear, he felt his heart pounding. Melissa took his hand and pushed him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and their mouths locked in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring and admiring.

Their kissing intensified as Melissa began to remove her underwear. Her skin was pure and soft, her body exquisite. Jack had never experienced such a rush before, it felt utterly amazing. Melissa pushed Jack onto his back and started massaging his private parts. He let out a deep moan of satisfaction as the pleasure built up and eventually exploded in a wave of ecstasy.

It was hard to believe Jack was at a massage parlour in a small town, experiencing something this amazing. He was in love with Melissa, and he knew he wouldn’t soon forget this experience.

The turn of events meant it was time to head home, but not without making plans to come back to Rosewain and experience more of the massage parlours. Jack was excited, and he was sure it would be the experience of a lifetime!