This parlour is a very nice place. The proprietress has built it up over the years and attracts a high calibre of clientele. A quality massage doesn’t come cheap. When the guys walk through the doors of this establishment, they won’t see any fake tans or enhanced boobs. No pot-smoking ladies out for a quick buck for little effort. Emily the boss, she went through all the rules and regulations. We give them a nice massage and for a consideration a ‘happy ending.’ Extras are at our discretion, though officially it’s in our hands, if you forgive the pun. We’re not prostitutes, so I won’t be keeping a selection of condoms in my hand bag. Julie said that the guys are really nice, mainly younger professional guys and the occasional, older gentleman. After a hard day in the office, the guys want to unwind and feel the tenderness of the female touch. We offer oil or talc. Most guys go for the oil.
So, there I was, trembling a little and waiting for the client who had booked in with me and Julie. Yes, Bubbly Duos is for those with a little more cash to blow in, and specializes in the two girl experience. I was glad about that. I would have my friend to guide me and that put me a little bit at ease, and anyway four hands were better than two. When the door buzzed it made me jump and Julie went to let him in. At this time in the day, I assume he had taken the day off work. He had booked in for the hour. I just hoped he would be a young, cute one.
“Massage Sir?” I heard Julie say. That’s what we have to say, on greeting a client.
He was about twenty-five I suppose, dark hair, brown eyes and a little goatee. His bottom lip was pierced and he had a ring there.
It’s Andy isn’t it?” said Julie looking at the bookings sheet.
“Yeah. Ummm it’s my first time… you know.”
“Mine too, it’s my first day here,” I said.
He nodded and smiled and his eyes went down to my boobs. I had put on my yellow hot pants and my tightest white T shirt. I had ‘Come and Get It’ emblazoned in big red letters on the front. Every inch of my tits were being hugged inside the white cotton and were an automatic distraction. To be honest, conversation became impossible with a man, while ever I was wearing that T shirt.
Julie has one of the most toned yet feminine bodies I’ve ever seen on a girl. She’s the original beach babe with a little tattoo of a heart on her tummy. She has brown hair and it’s quite long like mine. She was in a Cheerleader outfit with just about the shortest skirt in the shop. Julie is a cup size less than me, but shares my assets in the bum department. I’m blessed with a pair of 34E boobs and a bum that most girls envy. I’m the kind of girl that girls know they’re boyfriends are checking out even before they do! To top it all, I have long, naturally blonde hair. I gave our guest a smile and stood up and leant over the sofa to plug in my phone charger. Julie shook her head when I turned round.
“What?” I asked innocently.
Andy flashed me a smile and looked between the two of us.
“Can I ask?” said Andy. “Do you two, you know?”
“Interact?” I said.
He just nodded, like a puppy that had been offered a cookie.
“We might have a little kiss,” I offered.
Julie looked at me with a wry smile. We hadn’t so much has had a peck on the lips.
“If you want to get a shower, the towels are on the shelf, you’ll see them,” said Julie, getting down to business.
Andy dithered for a second and then went up the little staircase to freshen up.
“So we might kiss might we?” said my sexy cum kitty.
“Well, I just answered on the spur of the moment,” I said.
“He’s quite hot, isn’t he!”
“He’s not bad, yeah,” I agreed.
“Do you think he’ll come quickly?” asked Julie.
“Ah I hope not, why?”
“My first guy, I only had to look at him!”
“Ah no!" I protested. I hope he can last a bit, it’s more fun.”
I hadn’t considered that we might be so hot that guys would blow their loads like that. The guys I had slept with at least had a bit of staying power. Maybe I was good at picking them. I knew how to turn it on though, if I wanted. I mean, I prided myself on how to push the right buttons.
“OK, well I suppose we shouldn’t keep him waiting!” Julie suggested, pointing upwards. Our heels clip-clopped on the tile floor as we headed for the next floor. I got one hell of a view up Julie’s skirt as I followed her, sliding my hand along the newly varnished bannister.
The room was quite cosy and had a massage couch, which could be adjusted for height. The pink walls were adorned with photos of girls in sexy, though tasteful poses. Julie lit a few scented candles and I turned on the CD player, adjusting the volume so it was soothing and not too invasive. We titivated each other’s hair, putting mine in a ponytail and we chatted about our holiday plans until Andy came through dressed just in a white towel around his waist.
“Would you like to slip that off and lie face down on the bed,” Julie said.
He whipped his towel away and we got a good view of his wang, which was quite a specimen, even in its semi-soft state. He was quite toned with nice abs; not too hairy but just a few wisps in the right place. Julie ran through the prices. These varied depending on whether we massaged him clothed, topless or fully nude. Andy opted for the latter.
“OK, well we’ll keep them on for now,” I said.
I took the bottle of baby oil and poured a little into Julie’s palm and then into my own hand.
“You can be a bit more generous with it,” Julie said.
“Oh OK,” I said and drizzled the stuff all around his naked torso.
Suitably glistening with the silky liquid we lay our hands flat and worked it in, until his body was nice and slippery. I massaged his neck and shoulder blades as Julie squeezed his glutes. He had a nice firm body, with plenty of definition. I ran my hands over his back and drilled my fingers up and down his spine with a soft, vibrating action. I wanted to make it a slow, sensual massage, concentrating on his muscles, but with the lightest pressure. Andy murmured appreciatively, as we blew away all the stresses and tensions.
We talked sexy talk as our hands massaged his body. We spoke in a soft low tone about our last time with a girl and how good her sweet pussy tasted. We wanted our client to feel like he was in a fantasy, being tendered to by the sexiest girls in the world who were there to pander to his every whim.