Happy ending parlor .

I made a last-minute appointment at the massage parlor to see my usual therapist, only to learn when I arrived that she wasn’t working that day. Another therapist was available, so I figured what the hell and kept the appointment.
The attendant led me to a private room. It was warm, smelled like oils and incense, with soft music playing. A younger therapist named Maria walked in with a nice smile that immediately put me at ease. She introduced herself and got right to work.
I lay face down on the table while she started on my shoulders and back. Her hands felt strong but really good. We chatted quietly about random stuff, her day, little things about life, and I actually enjoyed talking to her. As she worked her way down my thighs, her touch got slower and more deliberate. When her fingers brushed my inner thigh, I let out a low moan and shifted my hips toward her without thinking. She smiled like she knew exactly what was happening and kept going.
“Turn over,” she whispered.
I rolled onto my back, completely exposed. Maria froze. Her eyes went wide, and for a second her face showed everything: excitement, curiosity, and this little flash of nervous hunger. She licked her lips, then put a finger to them in a silent “shhh,” her eyes sparkling. Without saying another word, she wrapped her soft, warm hand around me and started stroking slow and teasing.
I groaned deeply and pushed my hips up to meet her touch, lost in how good her fingers felt. She kept going, her other hand sliding over my chest and stomach. “You’ve really put in the work on this body,” she murmured appreciatively, rubbing her palms all over me.
After a while she leaned down and took me into her warm mouth. Her tongue moved in slow circles, sucking gently at first, then with more hunger while her hand worked the rest. It felt incredible. Eventually she pulled back, flushed and breathing harder. She grabbed a condom, tore it open with her teeth, and rolled it down me using just her mouth in one smooth move. Then she climbed up and straddled me.
She lowered herself onto me gradually, her face tight with that mix of pleasure and effort as she took me in. We started slow, then found a rhythm together. Her soft moans mixed with the music, her hands on my chest, our eyes locked. She rode me like she was really into it, her hands constantly rubbing over my arms, shoulders, and abs, complimenting how hard I’d worked on my body.
But eventually she slowed, breathing hard. She gave me this tender, almost sorry look, then moved to the corner, leaning against the wall. Her hand slipped between her legs as she watched, touching herself gently while her skin stayed flushed.
That’s when I noticed the door was cracked open. A short Japanese woman, maybe thirty, with long straight black hair and delicate features, was peeking in. She looked nervous but turned on.
Maria gave me one last warm smile, gathered her things, and quietly left. The Japanese woman slipped inside and locked the door behind her.
She came over shyly and knelt in front of me, taking me into her warm mouth. Her touch was gentle but eager, her tongue exploring as she moaned softly around me. She clearly enjoyed it, using her small hands to stroke what didn’t fit. Her hands kept moving too, sliding up my thighs, over my chest and stomach, feeling the muscle there.
I lifted her carefully, she felt so light in my arms, and laid her on the table. “Be gentle… let’s work up to all of you,” she whispered. I took my time, admiring how pretty her flower looked, all delicate and glistening. I teased her with my fingers, tracing her soft folds and circling her most sensitive spot until she was soaked and trembling. As I slowly opened her up, her body responded with a deep sigh. She then lowered herself, taking all of me into her slowly and deliberately, breath catching as her tight warmth enveloped every inch. We moved together unhurried, her quiet moans getting sweeter. I turned her gently onto her stomach and kept the slow, deep pace. Her hands never stopped exploring me, rubbing across my back and shoulders the whole time.
Her whole body started shaking. Her breathing changed, and suddenly she came hard. I felt her warm, pulsing embrace tighten around me in long waves as she sighed and trembled.
That pushed me over the edge. I pulled out and she took me back into her mouth, sucking softly until I finished. She held me there for a moment, then looked up with flushed cheeks and a shy smile.
We caught our breath for a little while in the warm, scented room. She helped me clean up with gentle touches, gave me one last satisfied smile, and slipped out. I got dressed slowly, still buzzing. As I left the parlor, I realized I never even learned her name.