What does a woman wear to a happy ending massage? I wondered blankly to myself as I stared into my overflowing wardrobe. It's not a situation I had been in before, massages I had done, but nothing quite so intimate. My friends had purchased me this 'hands on' experience for my birthday, exclaiming that they had all loved it and couldn't recommend it more highly. That it was a life-changing experience and after I had been once I would be completely addicted. To be honest, their excited proclamations had certainly caught my attention, but I wasn't the kind of person who would pay for sex, so I held off and made excuses. This did not stop my clever friends, who saw right through my hesitations and made sure I couldn't say no, because it was already paid for.
I was feeling antsy, frustrated, it had been so long since anyone had touched my body that the nervousness I felt over taking this leap into the unknown was greatly overshadowed by a curiosity and hunger for something exciting. So, the day had finally come for me to dig out the booking details from under a stack of papers and make the call. I managed to book in for that very same day, a fortunate thing according to the woman on the other end of the line, as they had just had a cancellation.
The process of getting ready for something like this was daunting to me. How obvious should I be in knowing that I may end up having my most private parts exposed and touched. I decided to treat it like a first date, reassuring myself that it was better to be over prepared than not prepared at all. I treated myself to a delicious shower and spent a good amount of time prepping my body to it's very best ready to present to the masseuse. Oh god, what was I doing?!
I could feel the anxiety creeping in, the hesitation, so without a second thought I threw on whatever comfy clothes I could find, grabbed my purse, and practically sprinted to the car. Taking it one step at a time. Seatbelt on. Car on. Reverse. Drive. The drive was a blur and it passed far too quickly, the whole way there I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, my teeth were pressed tightly together and my hands gripped hard on the wheel. I don't think I took a breath the whole way there.
I arrived at a house, beautiful, well kept, but nothing on the outside to show what was going on inside. That it was a place of hedonistic deviance offered to the well-paying client. I wondered whether I was in the wrong place. I had a slightly positive thought that if it was the wrong place then I would have a great excuse to back out of my plans. To go home, switch on some porn and spend the evening with my hand inside the trackpants I had decided to wear. Happy in my safe comfort. There was only one way to find out. I walked up the path to the front door and rang the bell.
The door was opened quickly, so fast I startled and became flustered. I looked in and saw two bright blue eyes looking right back at me, accompanied by a dazzling smile.
"You must be Alice. Welcome! I'm so pleased we could fit you in today," she exclaimed cheerfully. In my flustered state I couldn't seem to form words, I could only stare. She was dressed in a light summer dress that seemed to flow and move across her soft curves in a hypnotic, alluring way. It would also seem that she wasn't wearing a bra judging by the way her nipples pressed proudly against the thin fabric. I blinked. She was still watching me expectantly, a curious expression on her face.
"Uh, yes, that's me, I booked for 2 o'clock."
Her face lit up, "Perfect, come on in," she said, as she gestured for me to enter into the hallway. I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us.
"Follow me," she said and led the way towards an open doorway slightly up the hall. I stared at her back as she walked, my eyes tracking down to the bouncy curves of her backside, the swishing of her skirt flowing from side to side, I wondered if she was wearing underwear. The way her butt did that little jiggle as she walked made me think not. She turned to check my location and though I moved my intoxicated eyes away as fast as the speed of light, I thought the smile she gave me next was a knowing one indeed. It seemed like her eyes carried a stronger hint of hunger to them. Like a predator that just saw it's prey. But as soon as I thought I saw it, the look was gone, replaced with her cheerful exterior.
"Have a seat in here, I'll go fetch you something to drink, and then run you through our processes," she said, guiding me towards some plush, comfortable looking chairs, and then disappearing. I sat down and wasn't disappointed with the feeling of being immediately wrapped in warmth and comfort. Taking in the space around me, the room definitely reminded me of something you would experience in a high-class spa. Tranquil music was playing softly in the background, a heavenly, relaxing scent filled the air, and all around were textures and colours that gave strong hints of sensuality and pleasure. Even the lighting was to a level that instantly helped me feel calmer. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.
"Oh, good, I knew you would like it in here," her soft voice came from the open doorway. My cheerful, blue-eyed lady had re-entered, placing next to me a glass of iced water and a slim wine glass that I assumed had some kind of sparkling alcohol in it. I didn't hesitate and reached for the alcohol, something was sorely needed to soothe these nerves, which had perked right back up when the blonde had returned.
She sat down in the chair next to me, holding a fancy looking clipboard, "now, before we get started, we need to run through a few things. I will let you know our process, go over what you would like to receive from your massage, and discuss any questions or concerns you have, does that sound okay?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied meekly.
"Excellent! Don't worry, it is absolute okay to be nervous on your first visit, but rest assured, you are in very safe hands. You will hear us say this a few times today, but if you are ever uncomfortable with something that is happening, or you want to stop, or change your mind, that is absolutely okay and we will always respect your decisions."
I nodded to show my understanding, lost for words.
"As you know, we offer standard massage packages which are absolutely divine, if I do say so myself," she said with a dreamy smile, "but we also offer exclusive adult massages, including our ever-popular happy ending massage, which I understand is what you have booked in for today, is that right?"
"Yes, my friends... for my birthday" I mumbled shyly, unsure of what I wanted to share, slightly embarrassed over having my secret desire talked about so openly.
"A birthday present!! Your friends are very generous, I will have to give them a discount on their next visit for their referral!" She carried on with barely a pause, "I will say, with the happy ending massage, do not feel pressured to have an orgasm, or orgasms, we prefer that you just enjoy the sensations and the journey, sometimes us girls put too much pressure on ourselves to cum and it just puts a dampener on the whole experience. You do not need to perform for us, that's our job, you just relax, okay?"
"Okay," I could feel my cheeks growing redder and redder.
"Good" she nodded almost as if in solidarity for the hardships of female orgasms. "As I said before, everything we do is up to you, if you find there is something that is not quite right, just say so. To help you to feel more comfortable to do this we use a traffic light system, red, green, yellow. Throughout your massage we check in and ask you what colour you are, if everything is good and you are happy, you only need to say 'green' and we will carry on, if you are feeling uncomfortable or something is not quite right, perhaps we are going too fast, say 'yellow', and we will check in to find out how we can help you. If you want to stop what is happening to you, or stop completely, you can say 'red' and that will cease the activity, and the session if you would like. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, red - bad, yellow -- need help, green -- good," I said in a wobbly voice.
"That's it! You got it! Don't worry, we will remind you plenty of times. Now, in terms of what you would like in your session, a full body massage?" She asked, looking down at her clipboard and clicking her pen.
