Today was my third time at this new massage parlor here in my town. I told you all about the time with Lily, and then last week with Amy. Above average massage, and of course, a great ending. For most places, if you go regularly, and you are polite, clean, and tip well, by the third time, the menu opens up. For a first timer, it's possible even at a FS (full service) place, you get nothing, not even a light touch on your ding dong. Once you have established that you are there to get off, and you have money and lay it out at the beginning, then there is no more playing around with the disguise of massage. Even the girls, like any other provider, they talk to each other. In the parlor, at home, even on that site where they talk, they share stories of hobbyists, much like we share stories about providers.
This morning I arrived promptly at 0900, opening time, as usual. There were two vehicles in the parking area now, so I was a little apprehensive that I may be late. I entered, and there was no one in the entry room. Within a second, Amy, from last week, appeared from their "back room". She squinted at me, as the door was still open behind me blasting morning sun. Once the door was closed, she skipped toward me, "Hi Vlad, good to see you!" Amy wrapped her arm around me and touched her hip to mine. Well, to my leg, she is over two feet shorter than me.
I expected her to lead me to the room down the hall, but she didn't. She said, in Mandarin, "An-hur da wo chali li," wagging her finger at a girl I saw down the hall. This girl was pushing a vacuum, but the moment Amy spoke to her, she shut the vacuum off and hopped to it. She came to me, stood at attention, and took my hand. "zhe shuh wo man tanlu do howem," she was telling her this is the good man she had been telling her about. I introduced myself, and she returned, her name was Annie. In Chinese, Anhe, pronounced like An-hur, means like a floating water flower. Amy had used this name for her when calling her, and I guess this was how she Americanized it.
Annie led me to a different room this time. It was across the hall from the room I had previously. It was a bit smaller but had similar appointments. Small table with music and towels and small light, small chair, and the massage table. Also, there was one of those portable air conditioning units. She stood in front of me, I got a good look at her. She wore a mask, but had a nice ponytail hairstyle, and was as average as they come in her figure. Her butt was super flat, her boobs were B's, and she had a little belly. She was wearing the typical uniform, black yogapants and plain white t-shirt, loose fitting. I couldn't guess perfectly, because of the mask, but I could guess that she was as old or older than me, she was likely late 40s or early 50s. I gave her the 90$ for the 90-minute session, and she left the room. I undressed in my usual way and laid the potential tip under my glasses on the table.
On her return, I was sitting, open legged, on the table, and she first noticed the money on the table, and then noticed my penis. Already half mast, already enough for her to think about using two hands, when the time came. She motioned for me to lay down, and I did.
For some reason, I had a feeling like this specific provider was not into the hobby. The way she carried herself, I just didn't feel like this was going to go anyplace. She started with a mediocre massage. She positioned my hands, consistently, to aim them away from her legs or butt, as she moved around my body. Her pressure, her muscle motions, the amount of oil used, I felt like this was already below average.
As she continued, there was very little playing. After around 45 minutes, she finally got her hand between my legs, and grazed my balls a few times. I responded by opening my legs, lifting my rear, but each time she went right on to the massage. Then she did finally oil up her hand again and cupped my balls and my cock. I was happy that this was taking a turn, but no OTC (over the clothes touching) throughout left me to feel like she was not going to get into it.
