Massage Parlours Swarthmoor LA12

Massage Parlours Swarthmoor LA12:

It was a hot summer day and I had been looking for something to do to pass the day. I was wandering around town and eventually spotted a sign for ‘Massage Parlours Swarthmoor LA12’. I’m no stranger to massage parlours, so I decided to give it a try.

The inside of the massage parlour was quite inviting, a well-lit space with soft music playing in the background. As I browsed around the reception area, my eyes were immediately drawn to a tall, sexy woman with a killer physique. She must have known that I was looking, because she immediately approached me with a warm smile.

“Welcome to Massage Parlours Swarthmoor LA12”, she said, extending her hand in greeting.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I stammered out a few words, introducing myself and asking for a massage. She gave me a knowing look and invited me back to one of the massage rooms. I followed her and we entered a dimly lit room. She explained the various massage techniques available, from aromatherapy to traditional Swedish massage. I asked for the most popular technique and she smiled knowingly, suggesting a hot-stone massage. After some mild negotiation about prices, we agreed on the pricing, and I eagerly accepted the offer.

The massage began as she began to rub and knead the stones around my body, starting from my neck, down my back and over my thighs. The warmth radiating from the stones was almost like a hot bath and I felt my tension melting away as the massage intensified.

I was in a trance-like state until she began to work her way to more sensitive areas. As she moved closer to my groin, I felt embarrassed and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. She must have noticed my discomfort, but just smiled knowingly and continued on. I realized that she was trying to help me let go of any inhibitions, so I relaxed and let her take control of the massage.

With each touch, my arousal grew and I could feel my cock throbbing against her hands. My breathing began to become more erratic and before I knew it, I was responding to her completely. She seemed to sense this and moved closer, rubbing and stroking me until I was hovering on the edge of release.

Finally, after an hour-long session, my body was sated and I slowly opened my eyes. As I looked up into hers, I could see that she was feeling the same connection. She smiled knowingly and handed me a towel. I thanked her, quickly showered and got dressed. As I walked out of the massage parlour, I already knew that I would be back again soon.