Massage Parlours St Kew Highway PL30
He looked around the room with a puzzled expression, trying to make sense of the scene before him. It had the trappings of a massage parlor, with the dimly lit lights and the array of massage tables arranged like aisles throughout the room. But there was something off about the place. It seemed almost deserted.
He took a few steps in, his gaze wandering over the massage tables, before he noticed a figure seated in the corner. Stifling a gasp, he made his way toward her, curiosity and trepidation rising in his chest.
As he got closer, he could discern that the figure was in fact a woman, and she was stunning. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and her caramel skin glowed as she shifted her position to look up at him. Their eyes locked and a shiver went down his spine; she smiled, a soft and inviting expression, and gestured for him to come closer.
“Hello,” she said, her voice coming out musical and melodic. “I’m glad you stopped by. I thought you may need some relaxation.” He smiled, his heart pounding. She seemed to have read his mind; he had felt far from relaxed in recent days.
The woman, whose name he had still not learned, stood up and began walking to the massage tables. He followed in a daze, unable to take his eyes off her. She seemed to move with a graceful and seductive confidence, her curves mesmerizing beneath her tight massage therapists outfit.
She reached out to steady him as he stumbled, and her fingers sent shivers of electricity down his spine. His eyes widened with surprise, and he was about to ask what was going on, when she stopped and turned to him. “I know this is unorthodox,” she said, her voice silky and her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “But, I’m sure you could use some of my special massage techniques.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off the curves of her body, the scent of her perfume and the warmth of her touch. He couldn’t believe he had stumbled into such a place, and he couldn’t believe his luck, that he had been graced with such a beautiful massage therapist.
He didn’t know if that was quite the right word to describe her though – because, as she showed him the special massage techniques she had in store, she also seductively showed off her curves with each caress and each passionate embrace.
She led him through different massage techniques designed to relax and rejuvenate each tense muscle in his body, each touch more tantalising than the last. Before long, their massage had transformed into something entirely different, something much hotter and more carnal.
Clothing was shed and promises whispered, as the two enjoyed a night of wild, passionate lovemaking. Both left the massage parlour on a high, although, for the man, his bliss was soon replaced with a tinge of sadness, as he realised that the massage parlours at PL30 had opened his eyes to a world too dangerous for him to stay in for long.