Today
Note: Please as you read this do not judge me. I am sharing more than I ever have with anyone. I do not write this to brag, but merely to document. Please look at it from that perspective.
I debated about even posting my activities for today, for fear someone might think “bad” for me for what I am about to tell, but it is some of what goes into making up whom I am.
Today was a banner ego building day. It is late and I am tired but I wanted to write about it while it was somewhat fresh on my mind.
Today I was spent traveling by car about 400 miles to another city in my state. I will be out of town most of the week. That said, the wife always, what I consider a going out of town fuck on those weeks that I do have to travel. That brings up a whole other topic which I may talk about sometime, but suffice to say this time she did not.
On my way out of town I stopped at a gas station I frequent to fill up, and the girl behind the counter made it a point to tell me she was not in a relationship at the current time, then asked me for my phone number, and even fondled my finger a little while I was signing my receipt. Needless to say this did worlds for my ego, though she is not really my type… I’m just saying. The day started out well.
As I have already said, the trip was a long one though I have driven much further in the past, but today I was just not comfortable in the car. My upper back was really tight and I have been trying to get in to see a masseuse for a couple days. About 300 miles into the trip I saw a sign for “therapeutic massage” about 50 miles ahead.
I have always not held such places in high regard but today, given the fact I was driving and my back hurt and I had 50 miles to think about it, as I approached the exit, I veered off at the last minute. I almost got back on the interstate but something, something made me pull up to the place.
Yes, it was an oriental massage place. Ok I know what you are thinking, hell I was thinking it… “happy ending” but that is really not why I was there and at this point I really didn’t care, I was committed. I went in, and the prices were 30 min for $60 or 1 hour for $80. Well being the bargain hunter that I am I could see the value in a 1 hour massage.
I was met by the small oriental lady, and she showed me to my room, and told me in broken English to get undressed and lay down on the table. there were not any sheet s to cover up with on the table which I was accustom to but, hell she had my money. She left and I did as instructed. I was not given any instruction on face up or face down so I opted for face down, my naked ass pointing toward the ceiling.
She came back in and began to give me my massage. Everything proceeded as normal, well I assume normal for an oriental massage. It consisted of her rubbing, chopping, and yes even walking on my back and it was wonderful.
She actually put me in to various positions so she could massage my arms and chest, and I have to say it really was the most complete massage I had ever had. When it was all said and done, she was standing over me a towel was draped over my pecker. She looked at my pecker, and said “you want me massage?”
Now I know you will not believe this as you read, but it was totally unexpected for her to say that, and I had totally dismissed the thought of a happy ending about 2 minutes after walking into the establishment. I mean the thought was so far out of my mind, my pecker was laying there quite comfortable enjoying just hanging out. Before I realized it I had said yes. It was almost surreal, in one had she had my pecker and in the other my balls.
This woman was gifted in the art of the “happy ending” for she had my pecker standing at attention with a couple of firm strokes. This seemed to make her happy, and it didn’t take long because I was already in a bad way.
Left there feeling, quite satisfied and relaxed.
Once I got to my destination, it was still early and I decided to visit a nearby casino. I love going to these places because I enjoy meeting people and talking to them, and yes I enjoy gambling.
About an hour or so into the gambling, there was this small group of one guy and two girls that came up to play. They were a little younger than I, still in college from what I gathered. The way it ended up I was sitting next to one of the girls, she was sitting next to the other girl then the guy.
I gave the girls some money to play with because I didn’t want them to get bored and struck up a conversation with the girl sitting next to me. As it turn out, the guy use to be her boyfriend but wasn’t any longer.
To make a long story short, because it is late and I am tired and my beer is wearing off. The girl began to flirt with me a little, touching my shoulder. I figured what the hell, I’ve had 6 beers. I began playing footsies with her and she seemed to enjoy it.
Well needless to say her X boyfriend didn’t like it. He had I don’t know how many rum and cokes, but, just enough to start letting his pride get in the way. She went to sit next to him after a bit, and my beer was kicking in really good by then, so, I started playing footsies with her around the other girl.
She got up to go to the restroom, so I gave her time to get there, then I went. My timing was perfect, she was exiting the women's restroom just as I was the men’s. I put my finger up in the air and motioned for her to come over to me. Oh, there was a twinkle in her eye. All I really wanted was a kiss and I was intent upon getting one. And damn if jealous x-boyfriend didn’t come around the corner.
The three of them left after that, and I will never see her again, but damn, that was the first time I have really been that forward with a woman that I didn’t know.
Then on my way back to my hotel, I stopped at a waffle house. And damn if there wasn’t another young attractive woman that was interested in me. I talked with her for a bit, drank my coffee and ate my eggs and toast. I paid and left but hell, it felt good to have another 25 Year old woman interested in me.
Today was a banner day, a day of two firsts.
I will never go to an oriental massage again, and the happy ending really isn’t why I went there, I kept expecting cops to jump out from somewhere about half way through it when what was going on really hit me. Hell, they probably got my picture, and are mailing it to my house right now.
And, a very attractive 25 year old woman was interested in me, and I didn’t shy away. I don’t know what would have happened or even if I would have let anything happen, but it’s nice to know, even though she had been drinking, she was interested.
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22 comments:
An ego boost indeed! Congratulations.
It funny, when my hubby gets an ego boost, he always wants sex. He comes home and tells me about the attractive 25 yo hitting on him, and then he fucks me. And I think, "Thank God for attractive 25 yeal olds!"
That sure is a banner day! If only everyday could be like that one.
I wonder if what you want changed for you after experiencing your ego boost. :-)
Conquette: it was a big turn on. Since we talk bluntly here I had to take care of myself when I got back to my room.
Button: it was an encouragement. I am really a simple man, just tell me how wonderful I am and show me from time to time and I will do anything in the world for you.
Ok.
You're wonderful :)
Shackleford!! I'm shocked!
Just kidding. I have to admit I'm intensely curious about the massage parlor. For some reason (the sagging economy?) a surprising number of these have popped up in our local area, and it does make me wonder whether such services were merely an urban legend.
Guess not!
Good job on exercising those flirtation muscles. Keep at it!
Button, I'm all yours, what do you need? I can do it or die trying.
Helen, I was very serious when I said I was not looking for that. I really just needed a massage. I too really thought they were urban legend. But, it happened to me. You will be proud to know i drove back through today and passed by the place and I kept driving.
Hey, I think sex work should be legalized, so you're not in trouble with me!
The thing that shocked me the most in the post:
You can drive FOUR HUNDRED MILES and still be in your state?
Jesus. You people need to complain to your Congresscritters. Why the hell did they put everything so far apart where you live? If I drove four hundred miles I'd have gone through three states and passed New York City. Drive four hundred miles in the other direction and I'd be eating great French food in Montreal. No wonder you folks need massage parlors, if I had to spend that much time in my car I'd need that AND a decent chiropractor!
Next you'll be telling me you can't get a decent bagel, or some other atrocity.
Helen, LOL, well, that kinda narrows it down a little bit doesn't it. I came up with Texas, Alaska, and Tennessee. There may be others but I'd have to break out a map. Did i say i stayed in the same state? I don't remember. I did have to cross state lines to go to the casino.
Button, I don't know if you will consider it a compliment or not, but your pics encouraged me to a HNT pic. I don't know if I actually have the courage to put it up.
I don't know how my pics encouraged you but, I'm all for it!!
Please put them up! I'm begging, on my knees actually ;)
Button: you encourage me to do it simply because you did, and it takes courage to actually do it. At first when I read what you wrote I didn't have you pegged for being... hmmm what's the right word... thoughtful and sensitive as you are, but that has come out as of late. And the fact that someone can be those things and still be sexy and adventurous.
That's how you encouraged me.
I may opt for emailing it to you because tomorrow IS Thursday and I'm having second thoughts.:-)! We will see. Of course you will have to email me first cuz you don't have ur email listed on your profile. I do :-)
Interesting that your initial impression of me was different.
button, now it's *my* turn to feel like a voyeur! You'll blog about it, won't you? Pls? Pretty pls?
how can we trust a person that doesn't have their own blog? hmmmm?
Awww, shucks.
Actually, I do have my own blog. I'm well known in my blogospheric neighborhood under my real name.
But it happens to be a neighborhood where the trip between a dented halo and pitchforks and torches is exceptionally short.
Besides, without devoted commenters, wouldn't blogging be a lot less fun? For now I am The People Formerly Known as the Audience.
Pass the popcorn :) What, no chocolate covered raisins?
Besides, I'll up you both: if you do it, Shackleford, and you too, button, perhaps I'll participate in Veni's Anonymous HNT. Should she agree, of course.
So what say you? Call, raise, or fold?
Okay my dear Helen, I'm in, I got good reviews from Button.
And I do respect ur privacy, and the fact that you do have a blog is a good thing.
I call.
But, with chocolate covered strawberries.
Wait a second (can you hear my blondeness emerging?) How will we know its you if you post anonymously?
I smell a set up...
Button, even if I didn't post anonymously, you STILL can't really be sure it's me -- after all, on the Internets, nobody knows you're a dog :)
quite a quandary.
Helen, you're a dog?
;)
Well, button, that's really in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?
I'll let you decide for yourself :)
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