My first happy ending

I always had fantasies about getting a happy ending massage at one of those rub and tug places, but never had the chance. For one I live out in the middle of nowhere, so there aren’t many of those places around, and two, even if there were, I wouldn’t want to do that close to home for fear of being caught or recognized.

I was spending a few days in the city visiting a friend of mine, and one of the days he was working, so I had lots of time to myself. This seemed like the perfect time to find a place to get the happy ending massage I’d always wanted.

The happy ending massage experience seemed perfect for me for a few reasons. First, I am turned on by Asian women, and they seem to be the ones in this line of work. Second, the whole “naughty” aspect of getting a back room, massage parlor handy was a real turn on. Third, I have a possible weird fetish, that I enjoy being naked around strangers. Like locker rooms, doctors offices, even changing rooms at the mall, knowing I’m undressing and people are a few feet away.

Having never done this before, I didn’t know where to begin. Google seemed like a good start. I did as much research as I could to find out how to go about getting one. It’s not like these places can just advertise hand jobs on their website or storefront. I guess like anyone doing something for the first time there is some trial and error.

My first step was to walk around the city and scope some of these places out. Lucky for me, it was loaded with massage/spa places. I quickly found most of these places fell into two categories. First were places that were fairly large, with lots of windows and professional signs and displays out front. Second were much smaller places with no windows, poor quality signs and advertising out front, and locked doors where you had to ring a buzzer to be let in. It didn’t take a genius to figure out which places housewives go for Swedish massages, and which ones dudes like me go get a nice stroke job.

So, the first place I went to I rang the buzzer and was let in by an attractive Asian woman, probably in her mid twenties. I’m talking cute Asian girl not smoke show Asian girls you see in porn movies. The place was very small and you could see a smaller area sectioned off by curtains with the massage table. There was no soothing music or fancy cucumber infused water, this place was beyond basic. It was obviously not a place where most women would go for a massage, but it was just the kind of place I was looking for.

Again, this was my first time, so without coming out and saying it, I wanted to be clear why I was here. I did not want to pay for a massage where nothing happens at the end. So first she says massage $35 for half hour, $60 for hour.