I was always curious about happy endings. The fact that you could just walk into a message parlor and get a nice handjob finish from a complete stranger always was So hot to me. But I was always afraid of getting into trouble with law enforcement. There’s always stories with sting operations at these parlors.

One day, my curiosity got the best of me. I was scrolling through advertisements for massages online and I stumbled upon this girl. She was an independent provider (working out of her own home—not a massage parlor). This was great because it eliminated the risk of law enforcement coming in mid handjob lol. I sent her a text and she responded quickly. Turned out that she lived in my neighborhood—extremely close to me. Literally one minute by car.

I arrive and she walks out to meet me in her driveway. By conventional standards, she’s not the most beautiful woman, but she’s definitely my type. An older Filipina woman, maybe late thirties. She’s wearing a pink tank top, booty shorts, and flip flops. We hug and she opens a gate around the corner of her house leading to a door. She works out of her garage that she converted to a full on massage spa. I walk in and the lights are dim, candles are lit, and soft calming music is playing. We continue to make small talk as she tells me to get undressed. I neatly fold my clothes onto a couch while she takes off her top, revealing her nice perky tits. She instructs me to get onto the massage table and she proceeds to give me the best massage of my life. She definitely is a certified massage therapist, which I love. I’ve heard stories of people going to rub and tug places and the massage being complete trash. I still remember how she would glide her hands around my body, walking around the table. When she would be at my head, I would have a perfect view of her feet—perfectly pedicured and she would always wear toe rings (a bit off topic, but I have a big foot fetish, So id always admire her feet while she massaged me). She would graze by my balls every now and then, teasing me a bit. By the time she told me to flip over, I was completely erect.

The small talk continued, but it slowly became less frequent, and her teasing became more obvious. She would glide her hands up and down my chest, sliding them down to my balls, where she would fondle them lightly. After a bit more teasing, it finally happened. The way she started the handjob was so sexy. And she does it like this every time. She squeezed at the base of my cock, already so hard for her and then she slowly lifted my left arm, guiding it around her body, almost as if she was inviting me to grope her and explore her body as she stroked me off. I squeezed her ass, caressed her thighs and admired her as she stroked me. At this point, there was no talking. Just the wet sounds of the lube on my cock. A few minutes pass and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I cum so hard for her, gripping even tighter at her ass. She wipes me down thoroughly and as we get dressed again, we make some more small talk. I walk out and she hugs me, spanking my ass playfully as I walk out the gate.

I’ve come back to her so many times at this point. I still have never had an actual massage parlor experience, but I think this beats it easily. I’m a regular with her, visiting about once a month, and I still can’t get enough of her.