Having had two tremendous and very satisfying massages I dropped a text to the same parlour asking to book a massage for a date and time a couple of days into the future.

Normally I would get a response within a few minutes but on this particular occasion it was more than an hour before I heard the familiar text tone.

You might imagine my disappointment when, on opening the message, I read that they were not open for the next week due to a broken boiler and had no heating or hot water.

It had been about a month since my last massage and I was badly in need of both the buzz and the release a happy ending massage delivers.

Of course I could have had a wank for the release but half of the pleasure comes from the anticipation associated with a massage of that type.

Not to be defeated I went online to try to find another establishment that might provide a similar service.

The location had to be local to me and my preference was for some where on a quiet road.

Eventually I found somewhere that seemed to be very similar to the previous establishment I had used.

I sent off a text to the mobile number provided and within minutes received a text confirming my appointment.

On the appointed day I travelled into town and made my way to the address. It was a nice quiet street and as I approached the property I could see a sign “Massage”.

Just the sight of the sign caused my excitement levels to increase.

I pushed the door open and entered a hallway which had a small two seater sofa on one side and a 3’ by 2’ hole in the wall where a rather stern looking lady stood.

I approached the opening and the lady looked up and “yes”.

“I have an appointment at 11.00” I said.

“You sit and wait. Only 10 minutes” she replied. She then looked down and continued to thumb through the magazine she was looking at.

I sat down on the sofa wondering if I had made a big mistake.

After about 5 minutes the lady looked up and said “Okay” and directed me to a door at the other end of the hall.

I got up from the sofa and walked to the door and pushed it open. A pretty Chinese lady in a white uniform greeted me. “Please follow me” and she walked off down a corridor.

I duly followed her into a medium sized room that had a good sized massage table in the middle. There was also a huge mirror on one wall and shower cubicle in the corner.

“How long you book” she asked.

“One hour” I replied.

“Okay, please undress and take shower then lie on table. I come back”.

She left the room and I proceeded to undress and take a shower. A quick dry off and I laid on the massage table with plenty of anticipation of the pleasure to follow.

The pretty Chinese lady returned. “What’s your name?” she asked. I told and asked what her name was.

“Suki” she replied. “You like hard or soft massage?”

“Somewhere in between please” I responded.

“Okay”.

I felt oil being drizzled on my shoulders and back and Suki began to massage me.

Her technique was first class, based on my somewhat limited experience.

She gave my shoulders and back a thorough massage before pouring my oil on my thighs and calves. Her hands were gliding over my legs applying exactly the amount of pressure I liked.

Suki then proceeded to pour oil over my bum cheeks and started to massage gently easing my cheeks apart.

Here we go I thought as I felt the slightest touch on my ball bag. My friend, who until this point, had only been mildly interested started to pay attention.

Suki continued to massage my bum and eased my legs further apart so that she could tease my ring piece and glide her hands over my ball bag.

After a while she whispered in my ear “please turn over”.

I duly obliged and my friend didn’t let me down as he came into view.

I could see Suki looking at my cock.

More oil was poured onto my chest and stomach and Suki continued the massage slowly getting closer and closer to my main attraction.

She was a lady of very few words so there was no real conversation between us. I was very aware that these establishments have a certain etiquette and that you are guided by what the masseuse says and offers.

Suki’s hands drifted closer and closer to my cock causing it to rear up seeking some really attention.

She then poured more oil on my upper thighs and again her hands came within millimetres of touching my friend who was getting desperate for some action. He seemed to have a mind of his own as he reared and bucked and he actually managed to hit Suki’s hand as she continued to massage so close to him.

“Oh so sorry” she said.

“That’s perfectly fine” I responded hoping she would get the message.

She looked at my cock and my mind was emploring her to touch it and bring me some much need relief.

Suddenly there was a sharp wrap on the door which made us both jump. I heard somebodies voice say something that meant absolutely nothing to me.

Suki stepped away from the table and “okay massage over”.

In my head I was saying ‘what, no fucking way’.

“You want shower before you dress?”

My head was saying ‘no I want to empty my balls’.

“No it’s okay”.

Suki left the room and I dressed. She came back in and said “so sorry” as she ushered me out of the door.

I was shown out of the premise through a rear door.

Once out on the street I couldn’t really believe what had happened but I was just thankful that I had only paid for a massage and hadn’t shelled out for any extras that had failed to materialise.

I decided to go and have a pint and as I sat there sipping my beer I heard a text tone on my phone.

It was from a number that I didn’t recognise. I opened the message which read “so sorry your massage was not as you wanted. We not allowed. You have nice cock. Text me, I have day off on Friday. Suki xx.

I read the message a couple of times and chuckled to myself.

Later that evening I dropped Suki a text.

If you are interested I will tell you what happened on Suki’s day off or should that be on.