The naughty masseuseShare
I hired an escort after leaving my long-term girlfriend. I felt too depressed to start over again. I did not have high expectations for anything glorious. I walked into a massage parlor with nothing fascinating in mind. I got my usual service from the masseuse. She was not very attractive, so I did not take much interest in her. She was different, though. She was a bit chatty and smiley. She gave me a subtly, sensuous massage. It felt great. She finished her service and led me to the door. She had excellent customer service skills. I wanted to tip her, but she swiftly declined, saying it was against the management rules. Instead, she gave me her business card. I stuffed it in my pocket quickly, paid her, and left.
Later that evening, I became curious and double-checked the business card. I then reached out for my phone and called her. She was in a cheerful mood. She apologized for being too professional earlier. I also learned that she worked in the massage parlor on weekdays but was one of those escorts in Geraldton on weekends. The massage management prohibited them from offering “happy endings.”
She told me of this beautiful place where we could relax, go swimming, have a more mental Swedish massage, and go to a sauna. It was like a typical spa, but more interesting. Women walked around naked. What was more relaxing and gripping was fucking them. The whole description felt like we were visiting heaven. I agreed, and we planned to meet that weekend.
We met on Saturday morning at my place. She wore a striped summer chiffon dress with rolled-up sleeves. She looked prettier in this outfit. We chatted for a while as we had breakfast. I got to know her better. We then took a taxi to the spa. First, we visited the sauna, where we continued with our early chit-chat for a while. She then washed me like a toddler. We listened to soft music while having a more profound and meaningful conversation than any million-dollar business deal.
We booked a room and went in. This was the icing on the cake. We had waited eagerly for this intimate moment. We agreed on a reasonable hourly rate. We started banging at 7:00 P.M. We knobbed like two horny rabbits. We were so deep in the intimacy that we lost count on time. I checked the clock on the clock. It was 8:45 P.M. I pretended not to be aware. Who says no to free sex anyway?
Eventually, she said she was tired and wanted to return home since it was getting late. Like the professional she was, she deserved a massive tip. for some reason, that was the best sex I had in a long time, and I was surprised that it came from a Geraldton escort. I don’t think I’m ready to forget that experience.