by Spurtz
That’s Spurtz’s actual penis, but a different woman in the picture
I’ve been toying with the idea of hitting a local massage parlor for a handjob. I need a little break from doing all the work myself. I found a place online that appeared to provide happy endings. And less than ten minutes from my house.
I actually made it to the place this morning. Tiny little hole-in-the-wall. Doesn’t even have a sign out front. Just a small “Massage” sign in the front window which is otherwise blacked out.
I went into a little reception area and rang a bell. A Korean gal came out and ushered me in before I even had a chance to enquire about prices. But at that point I was committed.
She was just average looking. OK, but nothing special. Probably 35 or so. Sixty bucks for a half hour. She barely spoke English and when I asked her about “extras” she just stared at me. I wasn’t in the mood to fuck around so I said I wanted a hand-job and gave the universal demonstration by moving my hand back and forth.
Still no reaction from her but she did grab my package and squeezed it. I gave her a hundred dollar bill and she left. Came back with two twenties and I told her to keep it. “Not enough” she said. I asked how much? She said $20. I thought $120 was too much but how do you haggle with someone that doesn’t communicate, so I gave her another $20.
She told me to get undressed and left the room for a few minutes. When she got back I was naked and was leaning against the table stroking my erect cock. Since I wasn’t totally sure we were both on the same page as to what I wanted, I figured that would get my point across. It did.
She instructed me to lay down on the massage table. No massage preliminary stuff. She went directly to the real reason I was there. She liberally lubed up my cock and actually gave me a first class handjob. Didn’t last as long as I would have liked but her expertise made me cum much quicker than I expected. Felt about 100 times better than when I do it. Then she cleaned me up with some hot towels and proceeded to give me a decent massage.
The only negative was I like to watch. But once I got on the table she dimmed the lights way down. Plus lying flat on my back, it was not possible to comfortably raise my head high enough to see what she was doing. I wish I could have seen it because no handjob I have ever had felt the same. Or as good.
I had some reservations as to whether Mr. Happy would be up to the task since it’s been 18 months since the last time I was with a partner for sex. Plus I’m getting along in years and you never know if everything will be “up” to one’s expectations. Thankfully all my parts worked just the way they are supposed to. Almost too well since I had hoped it would take me longer to cum.
All told, I was happy, but still think $120 was a bit too much. But I am out of touch with what the going rate is so maybe that’s the usual cost. The only other time I was at a massage parlor was 25 years ago. It was $40 for a half hour, another $20 for a handjob, $40 for a blowjob and I think it was $60 for a fuck.
She did volunteer that I did well for a 60 year old guy. When I told her I was 89, she about shit a brick. She also commented about how clean I was. Especially picked up my white socks (which were brand new) and said “Very clean. I like clean.” I got the same thing at the only other massage parlor I’ve ever been to so I suspect that a lot of the customers they get aren’t all that clean. Probably blue collar workers who go there right from work.
I never saw anybody else at the place. The bell did ring once but fortunately not while she was performing her “service” for me. But if somebody did come in, or there was another woman working there, I never heard or saw them.
