Once upon a time in a small town, in a quaint little village, there was an old massage parlor tucked away in a corner. It had been there for years, but it never seemed to make much of a splash. It was a bit of a well-kept secret, and few people knew of its existence, besides the regulars who made visits every so often.
This massage parlour was called Sulhamstead Abbots RG7 and it was located in the outskirts of the town. It was run by a kind old woman named Mrs Smith, who took over the massage parlor a couple of years ago when the previous owner had retired.
Mrs Smith was an experienced masseuse with years of experience. She was known to use her gentle hands to provide her clients with the best massages they could ever hope for. A hot stone massage, deep tissue massage, or a Swedish massage were all things that she knew how to do exceptionally well.
Mrs Smith had taken on a few employees over the months, but they were mostly here to help with the more mundane tasks. She had two young ladies in their early twenties working as massage therapists. Their names were Emily and Andrea. They both came with good references and had a lot of experience in the massage field.
Mrs Smith had made sure to be very clear that Emily and Andrea were to never do anything inappropriate with the clients or even talk about it. Any violation of this rule would lead to their immediate dismissal. That was something that Mrs Smith was very strict about.
It was a cold Monday morning and Mrs Smith was getting everything set up for the day. She had double checked the massage room, ensuring that everything was in order. She also made sure that the rooms were always kept tidy and clean.
After she was finished with her inspections, she put on her favorite apron and grabbed her trusty clipboard. Mrs Smith went over to the waiting room and sat down in the comfortable armchair and waited for the first customer of the day.
A few moments later, the door opened and in walked a handsome young man. He had dark brown hair and striking blue eyes. He looked to be in his twenties, but he had an air of maturity and confidence about him. He was dressed in a crisp, white shirt and a pair of well-pressed grey trousers.
He smiled warmly as he introduced himself as Michael and said he was here for a massage. Mrs Smith was immediately taken aback at how attractive he was, but she quickly regained her composure and politely welcomed him in, telling him that they were expecting him.
Michael was assigned the massage room at the end of the hall, and Emily, who was the most experienced of the masseuses, took him in for his massage. Emily was a petite young woman with short black hair and striking green eyes. She wore a thin white t-shirt and a pair of tight black jeans.
Emily had been instructed to provide a tailored massage to fit with Michael’s needs, so she started with a gentle head massage. She started with his scalp and then moved down to his neck, working out any knots and tension that he had.
Michael was in absolute Heaven. Emily’s strong hands had a soothing effect on him and he felt like he was melting into the massage table. Emily then moved down to his back and shoulders, kneading and rubbing out the knots and tension he had been holding there for days.
Michael felt like he was in another world. Nothing seemed to matter now that Emily was here, massaging away all of his worries and providing him with a sense of ultimate relaxation. At the same time, he felt like he was drifting further and further away from reality.
Emily then moved her hands down Michael’s body and onto his legs. She gently massaged his upper thighs, kneading out any knots that were causing him pain. As she did this, Michael felt an intense rush of pleasure course through his veins.
He couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, and he soon found himself becoming aroused. Emily seemed to be in tune to his reactions, and she eventually reached her hand down to his most intimate area. She started to massage him there, gently and carefully.
Michael couldn’t help but moan in pleasure and excitement. Emily then moved up and down his body, providing him with a complete massage that felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. When she was finished, Michael felt refreshed and revitalised.
He thanked Emily for the massage and then thanked Mrs Smith for having him. He then made his way out of the massage parlour, not realising that he had just experienced something that very few others had. He thought of the massage often, feeling an overwhelming sense of pleasure whenever he did.
He started visiting the massage parlour regularly, but he soon found out that it was not just about the massage. He found that he felt a connection with Emily, a connection that soon evolved into something much deeper.
Every time Michael went for a massage, he was trying to get closer to Emily. One day, after his massage was finished, he asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner. She agreed, and they had their first date.
Their relationship blossomed and eventually they moved in together. They were happy and in love, and they had the support of Mrs Smith, who was like a second mother to both of them.
Eventually, Michael and Emily decided to get married. Mrs Smith helped to organise the wedding and was there on their special day. It was a beautiful ceremony, and everyone who attended could feel the deep love that Michael and Emily had for one another.
The couple lived happily ever after, and every now and then they would go back to the massage parlor and enjoy a massage together. And they would often thank Mrs Smith for creating the perfect environment where they had met and fallen in love.