Once upon a time, there was an older woman named Mary who lived near the town of Tutts Clump in the county of Berkshire. She lived a very quiet life, made up mostly of gardening, watching television, and tending to her little tabby-cat, called Tab.
But, unbeknownst to her friends and neighbors, Mary had been secretly harbouring a desire for much more than the daily doldrums she had grown accustomed to. Unbeknownst to them, she had decided to take a leap of faith and visit a place she had seen advertised near by in Tutts Clump – a massage parlour.
On a balmy autumnal Saturday morning, Mary set off on a short bus ride to the massage parlour in Tutts Clump. As the bus approach the massage parlour close to the town of Tutts Clump, Mary was taken aback by the sheer size of the place. It was a two storey building with fluorescent-lit windows, enclosed in a small white fence. There were a few cars parked outside, and Mary noticed how clean and orderly everything looked, as she walked up to the main door.
“Oh my God”, Mary whispered to herself, as she opened the door, entering the massage parlour. The inside of the parlour was an opulent and inviting sight – a large bar, ornate lighting, and plush sofas, cushions and armchairs. At the back of the room, behind a beaded curtain, was an open door leading to a small corridor with doors for private massage rooms.
At the counter, Mary was greeted by a kindly woman in her late thirties.
“Good morning Madam,” the woman said politely, “what kind of massage would you like?”
Mary had to think for a moment. She had fantasized about being massaged in the past, but this was the first time she was actually going to do it.
“An oil massage, please”, Mary finally said.
The woman smiled.
“Of course Madam. Please follow me.”
Mary was taken to one of the private massage rooms. The room was softly lit and smelled heavenly. Mary lay down on the massage table, and the woman began to massage her with warm oils. Mary had never felt so relaxed before. She drifted into a gentle doze, feeling all the cares of the world floating away, until she was completely at peace.
After some time, the woman stopped massaging and handed Mary a towel. She thanked the masseuse for her services and headed for the shower, to rinse the oil off her body.
As she rinsed off, Mary noticed a door at the back of the shower room. She decided to take a peek inside, and saw that it was a softly lit room with a large bed, covered in red silk sheets. It must be the parlour’s special massage room, she thought to herself.
Mary stepped into the room and saw a young woman in her late twenties lying on the bed, wearing a sheer negligee. She looked up and said hello, in a husky and inviting voice.
“I’m Michelle”, she said. “Welcome to Tutts Clump’s massage parlour, where we offer a unique service – a sensuous massage and a happy ending. Would you like to try it? The price is very good.”
Mary looked around at the luxurious environment and knew that she couldn’t resist. She agreed and laid down on the bed, as Michelle got to work massaging her body.
At first, it was a gentle, soft massage, but as the minutes passed, Michelle started to get more and more sensual, arousing Mary in ways she had never imagined before. As she felt herself getting more and more aroused, she closed her eyes and let Michelle take her to a place of pleasure and ecstasy.
Eventually, Mary orgasmed and fell into a satisfied, relaxed state.
When it was all over, Mary thanked Michelle and headed home, feeling like a new woman. She now knew that when life got too much, she had somewhere to go to find a little respite, and could let go of her worries and stress.
From that day on, Mary visited Tutts Clump’s massage parlour whenever she felt the need to escape from reality. She would relax in the pampering environment, and leave with a spring in her step, feeling ready to tackle the world again.