[QUOTE=JamesD2004;4028282]I was going to Vy for a cheaper massage. I got there at 8:32 pm. I think I missed their last call and they were closed. So I fired up my phone to find something at a similar price range with lots of reviews. An MP was straight ahead and so it was meant to be. Being next to 368, the atmosphere was a bit too festive for me. Although it was empty outside, there were always the odd guy and car going in and out the plaza and the MP too. The receptionist and the massage lady who took the customer before me weren't promising. But there's always hope for the massage. BTW, I brought a door for an extra $5 over the $30 an hr rate. I didn't take it home though.
The room was rather pleasant with the modern disposal stuff. I didn't have the chance to see my massage lady but her voice was OK; I can only dream. The massage was basically rubbing you over and over, not much to write home about. There was minimal teasing even though I was totally uncovered. Soon, she turned on the custom music for me. The massage was a bit boring but she wasn't lazy. She began to ask me personal questions and the last ones were really only suitable for signing up on dating sites. She also took enough time to make sure that the hot towels were really hot. On the flip, the light bulb was really dim and it was behind her head so I still haven't got a clue about her looks except for her voice.
While she was holding my hand, praising how soft my hands were, I slipped them under her clothes. There were no resistance. I began to pull down her pants a bit. It was difficult but she didn't resist. She wasn't in a very good shape but I pulled her pants down anyway until I could feel her pussy. I untied her bra and breast feed myself. They were the only certainties; they were natural, obviously not sagging with tired nipples. When I had enough, I sat up and rub my cock on her. There were still no resistance. What was I doing? My plan was sampling the cheaper massages and HE of Santa Ana at some odd hours. If she mentioned money I could have stopped to count what's left in my wallet. What the hack! I put her sitting on the edge of the massage table and swapped places. I stood tall and fucked away.[/QUOTE]Great read and writing. Would you mind sharing some Intel? Thanks.
