Some of you may remember my post about my experiences from when I was 16 to now at 63. If not, you can find the post in this sub or by looking at my posts via my profile. Before reading this, I suggest that you settle in with your favorite snack and beverage. This is going to be a long one.

Introduction

So a while back, I grabbed a wad of cash in preparation for a trip that was canceled at the last minute due to my military disabilities. Wednesday evening, I got horny and decided that I had 3 options: rub one out, see if the strip club (1.5 hours away) was open, or see if any of the parlors an hour from me were open on Thanksgiving. I decided to hold off on rubbing one out until I knew if it was possible to get a massage on Thanksgiving. I knew that, with an hour drive, it was too late for me to get there that evening before they closed since they all close at 10pm.

So, I went to rubmaps and found another that was even easier to find than the last one I wrote about in that city. I called, they were going to be open, and I made an appointment for 2pm. Immediately after hanging up, I received a text from a different number than I had just called. It was the lady who had answered the phone thanking me for calling and setting up the appointment. Since I'd already explained, during my initial phone call, that I had to drive an hour to get there, I confirmed whether to text this number or to call the first number when I was on my way (text her).

Thanksgiving Day

I get in my car a little before 1pm and I plug the address into Waze. I then text that I'm on my way and would see her in about an hour. Upon arriving I find that she has responded via text. I respond that I just arrived. I walk in.

Now, this more like the places I've seen described. It had a nice waiting/lobby area with comfy chairs. I could see into the back through the open curtain in a doorway. (I forgot to mention that I had sent a selfie so that she would be able to recognize me when I walked in) I could see a couch along a wall with at least 2 girls on it. One jumped up, greeted me, and quickly ushered me to a room. My initial impression was, "Damn, curtains." I had my money ready based on what I'd been charged at the other places. She said that it was five more. So I had to pull out my wallet which she, of course, was trying to look into and see how much money I had. Of course she couldn't because I'm old fashioned and still collect receipts so there were to many receipts for her to see anything. but the singles, fives, and tens that I keep in front of the receipts. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, as I was prepared to dump everything there if the price was right.

I strip and move to the table. The towel is folded like an accordion....maybe a turkey or peacock tail with a, fake, flower. I just move both aside. She asks if I want soft, medium, or hard. Since this is the first time I've been asked this, I opt to try soft. I didn't need a massage anyway. Wow, was it a light touch. But, it didn't take long before the teasing began. Soon, Mr. Johnson began peeking his head out. After a bit of teasing, she asked If I wanted 4 hands; I readily agreed. Now, with the price difference here, I didn't have the exact change anymore. She says no problem, she can make change (which, of course, I never did see; nor did I expect to).

So, after a few minutes of the obligatory massage, now comes the flip. Mr. Johnson is now the primary focus of their attention. I keep trying to get them to take their tops off, but neither will do more that lift their very tight shirts and expose one teet at a time from under their bras. Then they cover back up. Amy, the first girl seems to be embarrassed by her C cup. She keeps telling me that Bella, the second girl, has bigger tits (obviously, they are about DD). I keep trying to explain that it doesn't matter to me. That I like hers too.

They begin to take turns snuggling up to me while the other plays with Mr. Johnson. They nuzzle into my neck trying to whisper sweet nothings; but that doesn't work well in broken English. Eventually, Bella crawls in between my legs. She takes ahold of my balls and I think, "Yes, she is going to play with them too. I was wrong, she obviously has a thing or two to learn. She pulls on them so hard that I can't help but wince. I assume that the following exchange in Mandarin was an explanation not to pull hard like that. Unfortunately, she never touched them again. She just kept both hands wrapped around Mr. Johnson.

Now Amy spends most of her time nuzzled into my neck while Bella is between my knees. They are both amazed at Mr. Johnson's staying power. I explain that only one woman (a gorgeous 51yo pro with years of experience) has ever managed to finish me with a handy; and she had to work very hard for it. I tell them that is OK. I enjoy the touch as much as anything. I must admit that Bella found....something. It didn't bring me any closer to finishing, but it did make my right leg quiver like dog getting its belly rubbed.

Now, the hour is about done. Amy suggests that I should come back and spend a long time time there. They have 3 girls and I could have them sequentially. I agree and ask "Today?" I mean, I had 3 thoughts running through my mind: I didn't have anything better to do, It was probably a slow day for them, and it was Thanksgiving - you're supposed to try a little of everything offered. She agreed and I asked what time because I was now wondering if she might offer some after hours options. She asked, "5 o'clock?" I thought, "Damn, that means that the after hours option is off the table." I agreed. Now I needed to find a place to hang out for a couple of hours and I needed food; neither would be an easy task on Thanksgiving.

It's time to leave and they attempt to dress me. I can't remember the last time someone tried to dress me, I was too young. Mr. Johnson wasn't agreeable to being clothed. He wanted to remain standing at attention. This seemed to amuse the girls to no end. I finally stuffed him away and grabbed my wallet. At this point it occurs to me that they never once mentioned anything about extra money for extra services. I tipped them well. Not too well as they didn't finish me and I didn't want to appear to be a mark for future exploitation. I went about 25% above the normal; for each of them.

I go sit in my car and begin to search for a place to eat and hang out. While I'm looking, I notice Bella run out and head across the street to the C-store. I was surprised that she didn't even put a coat on as it was about 35 out. She didn't even change into a different outfit; she went as scantily clad as she was inside. Ultimately, I find a Mediterranean restaurant that is open and depart.

5pm

I arrive about 4:55 and recieve a text from Amy asking if I'm coming back. I respond telling her that I'm outside finishing my cigarette. I go in. This time I notice that those same folded towels with a fake flower are on every chair in the lobby. Amy brings me back the same room. On the way I notice at least 3, maybe 4 other rooms, all with curtains.

From my previous visit, I know that they take cards. So, this time I opt to pay with my CC, saving my cash for tipping. Things went pretty much how'd expect from the last time. While this time there was no offer of 4 hands, she moved to where I could play grab ass; even moving close to and grazing the Y. Good, she didn't resist and she isn't bald. I'm an outdoorsman; I like exploring the bush.

The flip comes quick. She crawls on the table with me. This time she is doing better, just fondling Mr. Johnson. She does alternate between snuggling and standing trying to make Mr. Johnson vomit, but this time she uses the lube I brought, which feels much better than the oil. It is during this trip that I figure out that, while she is a MT, she is also the one in charge this day; the "boss" isn't there.

During one of the snuggles, I reach under the back of her shirt only to find that she has now added a camisole under her shirt. It was tucked into her shorts, so I was unsure if I should try to pull it up. She quickly resolved my doubt by pulling it loose. I moved to unfasten her bra. Now, at my age, I had two problems with unfastening her bra: I've not had to do it in over 30 years and I now deal with Dupuytren's disease; making my fingers far less nimble than they used to be. We both got a laugh, but I succeeded. She was still unwilling to take her top and bra off; maybe because she was in charge. She did occasionally have to leave briefly during both visits so, maybe it was so that she didn't have to delay in getting to the lobby.

So the end of the hour is approaching and she asks if I want more time. I say yes and ask if with her or another girl. She looks confused. I said that I only asked because of what she offered before; that I'm perfectly happy with her. She asks how long and I tell her 2 more hours. I give her my card and she comes back with the receipt for me to sign. This time she brings up that I didn't put anything in the TIP line and I tell her that I'll take care of that in cash.

When she comes back I'm sitting on the table and notice her close the the door. I mention that I hadn't previously noticed that there was a door, only the curtain. During this brief discussion, I realize that even though I'd not been able to see it from my previous position on the table, she did seem to pause when she had to leave so maybe she had been shutting it the whole time. Now I know to look for a door even if what I initially see is a curtain (see my question in my first post).

Now that she is back, she asks if I would massage her. I readily agree. She hops on the table, face down. I try to massage her back but the shirt gets in the way. She removes the shirt leaving her camisole and bra. I begin with her shoulders and work down her back. I can't get much pressure because the camisole keeps sliding around. When I get to small of her back I go under the camisole and begin working up. I approach the bra and she reaches back trying to lift her camisole and bra. She quickly realizes that this is very uncomfortable, releases her bra, and pulls both up to her shoulders. Now I give her a good back rub.

I spend a little massaging her butt through her shorts and move to each leg; getting tantalizingly close the Y. Eventually she opens enough to let me reach in. But those damned shorts limit what I can do. Then the entrance bell rings. This confirms that she is in charge today. She jumps up, fastens her bra, pulls her shirt back on, and runs out.

Since I have nothing better to do, I lay back on the table. When she comes back she pays some attention to Mr. Johnson and then asks I can will continue massaging her. Of course! This time, she hopes on the table, face down again, and removes her top, camisole, and bra. After more massaging and teasing the Y, that damned bell goes off again. She jumps up, dresses and I notice that she keeps her breasts hidden from me. I can't figure why she seems embarrassed of them.

When she comes back this time, she jumps on the table but doesn't take her top off. Time for a different tactic. As always, she has her arms relaxed over the side of the table. So, this time, I begin with her arms. She reciprocates by grabbing Mr. Johnson and I move to the Y. In no time, she lifts her hips and unfastens her shorts. I remove them to see a beautiful bubble butt covered by black lace panties. While she is playing with Mr. Johnson, I reach under the Y and begin to massage her magic button.

Eventually, when the time is right, I crawl between her legs and simulate Mr. Johnson entering her. Soon she flips. I repeat the simulation letting Mr. Johnson rub her magic button and giving her sense of how deep he would be able to explore her bush. She moves like she is trying to let Mr. Johnson visit her, but she doesn't pull the panties aside. She says something about it being difficult due to our height difference. I say, "No problem. There is more than one way to skin a cat."

I get off the table, grab her, turn her sideways on the table, and put her legs on my shoulders. TOUCHDOWN! She slides her panties to side and eagerly brings Mr. Johnson inside.

I know, I know. Mr. Johnson should've put on a raincoat, but it didn't seem like this place usually offered this service so he felt relatively safe. Also, remember that there was never any discussion of costs beyond the hourly fee at anytime. After, she dressed me, this time Mr. Johnson didn't resist, I pulled out my remaining cash and counted it all out withholding a 20 and explained that I needed to keep some cash on me. I asked if she was happy. She smiled and said, "Yes!" Then she asked If would come back the next day. I told her that I would have be in town on both Tuesday and Wednesday next week anyway, so I could stop by then. She seemed genuinely pleased.

Epilogue

Sometime on my way home Amy messaged me that I had forgotten my lube. I told her that I had remembered it about halfway home and to keep it; we could use it next time.

Now some of you might think this was very expensive, but I challenge you to put it into perspective. 4 hours there (actually 5 when you consider the extra cost of the 4 hands), including the tips, was far cheaper than a single hour with a prostitute of the same beauty and this was much more fun.