My Nuru Neighbor

I’d been stuck in a dry patch socially for a while and a friend recommended that I try a local sex services web page to tide me over. At this point, it looked better than just jerking to porn vids yet again, so I connected to the website and it pulled up a listing of local ads. Most were incall/outcall escorts, but every so often one would list a local massage parlor. I’d tried some of those before but they were all fly-by-night asian operations, with rarely any young and pretty girls available for sex and more often with very old women giving handjobs. No thanks.

A few other ads did catch my eye. Rather than the ads of escorts taking risque selfies to show off their charms, or the massage parlors with their garish ads of stock model photos implying worlds of carnal pleasure, these were shorter ads simply announcing a city or town with a cryptic series of characters and a cell number. Some of them I recognized — BBBJ, FS, CIM, CIP — so I figured they were euphemistic abbreviations for sex services offered. I fingered my phone for a moment, considering what to say, then dialed. After a few rings a woman speaking clear American English answered the phone. She asked me some screening questions then gave me an address and time to show up.

I drove across town to a fairly nice neighborhood in the suburbs. The address was for a small gated apartment complex. I texted that I had arrived and was asked what kind of car I was driving. I answered and was told to drive up to the gate and given an access code. Once I texted that I was in and parked, I was given an apartment number.

I walked into the complex and found the building for that number. I knocked and the door opened to my surprise of the year. It was a tall, athletically build blonde with long hair and a set of trendy eyeglasses. She was wearing a dark blue masseuse’s uniform and white slippers. She was as surprised as I was, because we recognized each other from my neighborhood. She lived one street over and I often saw her walking her beagle while I was walking my golden retriever. We would wave in courtesy but I’d never talked to her or even found out her name. She was just a friendly neighborhood face and a pleasant sight to brighten up my day.

“Oh, wow. I know you,” she smiled.

“Yes. We never really met, though. My name’s Patrick.”

“I’m Ella. How’s your day, Patrick?”

“A whole lot better, now that I’m here.” That was the understatement of the year. In the warm weather she’d often walk around in tight running shorts and sandals, showing off her long, gorgeous legs. They were kissed a nice golden tan and her muscles were a work of art to watch as she strolled by. I was thinking of getting between them very quickly and my heart started thumping. “I noticed when you moved across the way in June. Have you been in the area long?”

“I’m actually from Ohio. I’m a schoolteacher there and moved here for the summer to work. I don’t go out much, but I guess there was always a chance for this kind of thing to happen.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a shock.”

“If this isn’t comfortable, my partner is available. “

“No! I mean, I’d really like to have it with you, it was just a surprise, is all.”

“Good, I was thinking I’d like this, too.” She offered me several massage packages available, from a basic half hour massage to an hour session with two girls.

“What’s the B2B package?”

“That includes a hot bath, a nuru massage, and a happy ending.”

“That’s what I’m interested in.” I was throbbing hard with the thought of our greased bodies sliding around together.

“Great, and which happy ending would you like? Hand release, oral, full service, or half and half? If you really want to be pampered, you can get the girlfriend experience.”

She recited those as smoothly and plainly as a dinner menu, but she looked up at me with the slightest of smiles flavored with mischief.

“I’d like the girlfriend experience with you.”

“Nice. I love giving those,” she smiled brighter. She gave me the price and I counted out the money for her. She tucked it into a pocket in her blouse and started pinning her hair up. “Okay, then, let’s get started.”

She led me to one of the adjoining bedrooms and closed the door. There was a full sized bed on one side of the room and a large absorbent mat on the other. There were a couple of sitting chairs and nightstands with a clothes rack. Soft light from candles and a small Bluetooth speaker playing harp music gave the atmosphere.

“You can put your clothes away there, then meet me in the bathroom,” she told me. She took off her uniform and slippers and put them on the small vanity which had her makeup kit and street clothes. After I had gotten naked I walked over to the bathroom, where she was running the water in the stand-up shower stall. She smiled at me and fussed with things here and there, knowing that I was checking her out and allowing me to do it without feeling too self-conscious like I would be if I was doing it face to face.

“First let’s take a quick shower to clean off, then we’ll relax in the tub.”

She adjusted the spray and stood underneath it to wet her chest and legs.