It wasn't until later in life that Brandon had discovered the pleasure of therapeutic massages. A busy executive, he suffered frequent back and neck aches, and while on vacation at a resort, he had tried one of the therapeutic massages, and discovered how wonderful they were! Since then, he had begun to frequently get therapeutic massages. His only frustration was that he often found the massages to be sexually electrifying, especially if the masseuse was a young, attractive female (which often seemed to be the case).
He wasn't completely sure what it was, maybe it was just because when he was finally able to relax, his thoughts turning from work to other matters. Of course, laying nude on a table, even if draped by heavy blankets, added to the sexual tension. And the firm touch of the masseuse's hands on his skin certainly contributed too. He found he had to actively concentrate on not getting an erection during his massages, as he was horrified at the thought of flipping over and literally pitching a tent under his blanket.
One weekend, while they were sitting at the club drinking, Brandon brought it up with a couple of his best friends to see if they had the same reaction. Both laughed, and asked him why he hadn't tried a sensual massage with the proverbial happy ending.
The thought really hadn't crossed his mind until his friends suggested it, but once the seed was planted, it was all he could think about for the next several days. Finally, with his mind fixated on a happy ending and his neck as tight as ever, Brandon went online and started searching for someone who would offer a more complete massage experience.
After checking out several ads on a local website, he noticed one that offered an "Australian-style" massage from a lovely, shapely blonde. He had never heard this term before, and it intrigued him, so he shot a quick text to the number in the ad. The number's owner responded that the Australian was a massage performed on a special table that facilitated full access to every inch of a client's body.
He still didn't know what he was getting into, but Brandon's mind was literally racing with the possibilities. So he booked an appointment with the masseuse the next afternoon.
At the appointed time, he pulled up and parked outside the apartment building as instructed. He texted the masseuse that he had arrived, and she gave him instructions to her apartment.