Massage Parlours Tilbrook PE28

Massage Parlours Tilbrook PE28

Andrew sighed as he stepped out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk. He was tired, having just finished a long day of work, and all he wanted to do was relax and unwind. But instead of heading straight home, he had decided to indulge in one of his favorite guilty pleasures – a visit to one of the massage parlours of Tilbrook PE28.

The massage parlour was located in an old brick building a few blocks from Andrew’s apartment. The owner, an older man named Mr. Patel, had been running it for as long as anyone in the city could remember. It had been a popular spot for locals and out-of-towners alike for decades, and Andrew had been visiting for years.

As soon as he stepped inside, Andrew was greeted by the familiar smell of incense and the slow, soothing music that filled the air. The place was calm and quiet, yet somehow the atmosphere still managed to be inviting. Andrew made his way past the several small private rooms to the reception desk.

Behind the desk stood a middle-aged woman wearing a traditional Thai dress, her face an expressionless mask. Andrew had been coming to this parlour long enough that he knew not to expect any greeting and he simply made his way up to the desk as she watched him.

“A massage, sir?” She said, her voice expressionless and cold.

Andrew nodded silently and handed over the money. The woman went about the transaction without a word, counting out the money and handing him a key. She then nodded her head towards one of the private rooms and said, “Room 4. Someone will be with you shortly.”

Andrew made his way to Room 4 and stepped inside. The room was small and simple, but comfortable. The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, and several hanging plants provided a pleasing aesthetic. The only piece of furniture was a massage table that faced an empty wall.

Andrew was about to sit down when a woman appeared from the doorway. She was in her late twenties, with long, dark hair and warm brown eyes. She was wearing a traditional Thai dress, just like the receptionist, but hers had a bright pink hue that Andrew found quite attractive.

“Welcome, sir,” the woman said in a soft, gentle voice. “My name is Mai and I will be your masseuse this evening.”

Andrew nodded, settling himself onto the massage table and lying on his stomach. Mai then gently began to massage his back, her steady and careful hands slowly loosening the tension in his muscles. It felt as though his whole body was being slowly melted – every stroke and touch seemed to be working its magic.

After a few minutes, Mai reached for a bottle of oil and poured some into her hands. She began to work it into Andrew’s skin, her massaging motion becoming increasingly invigorating and pleasurable. Andrew felt himself becoming aroused, but he didn’t let it show.

Mai seemed to notice, nonetheless, and she began to focus her attention on his lower back and buttocks, her delicate fingers gently kneading his flesh, her every touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Andrew kept his eyes shut tight, letting himself drift away on a wave of blissful pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity, Mai stepped away and Andrew slowly opened his eyes. He felt completely refreshed and relaxed, and went to sit up, but Mai gently pushed him back down onto the massage table.

“Not yet, sir,” she said, her voice still gentle, yet firm. “There is more pleasure to be had.”

Andrew wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but before he had the chance to ask any questions, Mai reached for a bottle of massage oil and drizzled it over his body. Then, she straddled his waist and began to move her hips in an inviting rhythm.

Her gentle, passionate moves sent wave after wave of pleasure through Andrew’s body, the sensations quickly escalating into an exquisite pleasure he had never experienced before. Mai moved faster and faster and Andrew felt himself being drawn ever closer to the brink of pleasure, until finally, he exploded in a blissful orgasm, his body shaking from the intense sensations.

After catching his breath, Andrew thanked Mai and slowly made his way back to the reception desk. He handed over the key to the woman who had greeted him earlier and thanked her for a wonderful experience. He then left the parlour with a content sigh, feeling completely relaxed and ready to face the rest of his day.