(A CFNM Tale)
Joe gets curious and enters a massage parlor....only to get overwhelmed by the ladies...don't worry this story has a Happy Ending
Many years back in a northern industrial city when I was young and foolish. I saw the place as I went past and well… succumbed to temptation. I mean I was so naive that when it said 'Sauna and Massage' I thought it meant just that. Being massaged in the nude was naughty enough for me.
It was a nondescript looking establishment. A rather attractive looking woman sat behind the desk. Plucking up my courage, my face burning with embarrassment "Sauna and massage please" I gulped.
It wasn’t cheap, but I handed over my money
She handed me a towel. Oh heck, I was so new to this.
"What do I do?" I stammered.
She looked at me quizzically and rolled her eyes.
“Personal massage room is there," she said in what you must imagine to be a Yorkshire accent, 'Take tha clothes off and hang them in t'locker. The sauna is down the t'corridor. Give me shout when tha’s ready for t'massage”.
"All my clothes?"
"Sorry?," she said, giving me a 'we've got a right one here' look.
"Do I take all my clothes off?"
"Well tha can't wear nowt in t'sauna Pet."
In truth, I was ready for the massage there and then, but I thought I’d better go through the ritual of the sauna first.
I went into the massage room and took my clothes off thankful there was nobody there as there was nothing as sophisticated as a changing cubicle. I took my clothes off and stuffed them in a cupboard. Then the door opened and a cute looking girl came in. Oh. My God! I had nothing on and a girl was looking at me. I hastily wrapped the towel round my waist an and headed for the sauna. Obviously the establishment was concerned about global warming it was about 65 degrees (Fahrenheit!). People didn’t bother much with the sauna, that was obvious. was getting more and more nervous. What was I supposed to do next? I crept back to the pretty girl on reception.
She called through to the back and a lady came out. She looked like the one in charge. Smart white uniform. Short black cropped hair. Air of authority.
"Lad needs 'help ," said the receptionist.
"Come this way," a posh accent! I was led through to the main rest area.
Half a dozen girls came out of a door and stood in front of me.
"Choose which girl you want."
I was so embarrassed being made to stand half naked in front of the smirking girls I didn’t know who to choose. Was this what she did just to embarrass the newbies. I don’t know. (I'm blushing now all these years later just at the thought of it!)
"Come on, which one? Louisa is the new girl," she pointed at the cute looking girl who'd seen me in the changing room. Louisa must have been eighteen to be doing the job, but she looked like she was on work experience. "Would you like her?"
I nodded.
"Go with Louisa then," she said. Louisa led me to the massage room.
"Lie down on t'massage table," she said. She had a high pitched voice, which combined with the accent was incredibly sexy.
I remember the walls and the ceiling were mirrored so you could watch yourself being massaged. I lay on my stomach and she poured oil on and started massaging.
"Extras?"
"Yes. Yer know.... t'... yer know... Extras." She nodded towards my penis. "We calls 'em... Special services."
"Er.. Um...' Oh heck! I was so innocent I didn't know anything about ‘special services’. "Er.. No thank you. I'll not need any.. Er... Extras."
Louisa looked disappointed.
"Oh. Right. Turn on t'front then."
She started on my back and was just rubbing the oil in when the lady in charge popped her head round the door.
“Are you ready?” asked the newcomer
“Just about Miss," replied the girl, "but he dunt want no extras."
“Doesn't he indeed! Strapped for cash are you?" she sounded posh compared to Louisa's northern tones.
It seemed a good excuse.
"Yes. That's it. I don't have any money. I'd love er... Extras... But I don't have any money."
"Well. I'll tell you what. I’m just training Louisa said the lady, "she's the new girl. It's her first day."
"Oh... Yes..."
"As you're not paying for extras you can be her demonstration model. You don't mind do you?"
"Er.. No. That's fine..." Anything better than the embarrassment of 'special services'.
"Get him well oiled Louisa."
"Yes Miss."
"No extras?" asked Miss.
"Er.. no thank you..." very polite.
"All right I'll take over Louisa."
"Yes Miss."
Miss started on my thighs. Higher and higher until...
"Genital massage?"
I didn’t know what to say. I nodded. The next thing I knew she'd oiled my, how shall I put it politely, pair of vulnerable orbs, and was massaging them vigorously. My penis went rigid, well it would, wouldn’t it?
"Hand relief?" she asked. That’s what they called it - hand relief!
”Yes Miss,” I said.
"You see Louisa. They all want extras really. Just need a little encouragement," she gave my orbs a little squeeze, "Stand at the top, I’ll show you how it’s done."
She started stroking my... Perhaps I’d better not describe the rest in detail!
"First lesson Louisa," said Miss, "don’t stand in the line of fire," she turned to me, "ten pounds extra," she said.
"Yes Miss," I said.
A lot of money in those days. But worth it.
The End
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