You know it's funny, I'd never thought i would even consider paying for sex as a younger man. But trying to live "a good life," and constantly doing the right thing hasn't gotten me very far. So I now look at myself and see a man who will never look that good again, god it's depressing. But it didn't strike me that way till recently.
So i don't punt.... yet. But i see how when i look at my last few weeks.
After a bit of hard work in the back yard one weekend, I had a gap in my appointments one Tuesday afternoon. My back was killing me, (if you're 40 and carrying 15kg that you shouldn't be, you know how I feel,) and i spy a thai massage clinic. You know the ones, nice looking bali pictures in the window, but just an old deli shop converted into something else. I see that i can claim it on my health insurance so I ask the lady when can i get a back massage? Come back in a half hour I'm told, so i do. Honestly I'm feeling naughty more for skipping work than anything else, but the massage goes the way i expected, relieved my pain, clinically and without fuss. So when I ring a fortnight later to indulge in the same type of pain relief, i was disappointed there were no appointments to match my window. So i had a quick look online for a similar service nearby, finding one quickly. I got an appointment at the right time, for the same amount too. When i got there I could have sworn it was the same place! Until i walked into the room to get ready. I was led into the room by a short, slim, late 40s asian lady. The room was a bit dimmer but otherwise the same as I'd seen before. She says "you take off everything, I come back." I'm sure it's a language thing and strip to my jocks and climb on the table and wait. She came back a minute later and says "no everything better for massage," catching me a little offside. Not one to fuss, i drop my underwear and get back on the table. She begins like i expect, with a couple if variations, tiger balm which stings the fuck out of you when you don't expect it for one. She works my back well for a bit, even gets up and walks on my back. I'm enjoying this and its helping the back pain relief. Then she starts on my legs. Taking her time as at least one of them I'm feeling calf strain, she picks it and works on it hard without me even telling her. As she works up my legs the towel gets removed, and i get why I'm naked, undies would have been drenched in oil otherwise. So she works my glutes and lower back, which is still relaxing as hell and not erotic in the slightest, and she starts a little small talk. "You got a nice ass," she says, which I've had with most women, I was quite the athlete body wise and have still got some redeeming features. I thank her, and she keeps working my legs. As I'm relaxing I noticed her paying a lot more attention to my upper legs and ass, and my mind starts to comp to the idea... is she? Her fingers brush really close to my asshole and at least once she caressed my balls in a manner that left me no doubt of her intentions. She asks me to turn over, and half horny already, (and mildly shocked my health fund was covering this,) I comply. I'm half hard as I lie down and she makes a noise like, " ooooooh, someone's happy," to which I have no fucking idea what to do, so i shut up and lie down. She begins half heartedly doing my chest and arms all while staring at my cock. Then she lean's in and whispered, " you want?" motioning a hand job motion. Now I'm married, but through circumstance have been without for many years (not my wifes fault.) I though for a second and said nothing. She then says "fifty dollar," which snaps me out of it. "No thanks," I smiled, but this doesn't seem to deter her. She has a hand on my chest and the other on my leg, and it doesn't seem long before she's working her way to the engorged area again. I'm not prepared to pay an older asian lady for a bloody hand job, but I'll be damned if I'm going to stop one happening gratis. She starts in earnest now, actual massage now giving way to a wank. Im now starting to understand it's not her first time. My mind briefly considers how many men has she done this to, but it's really hard to concentrate when you're getting expertly pulled. She looks at my face and motions for me to be quiet, had i been making noise? As I rose, i forgot about work, i forgot about back pain, i forgot about not having sex for 10 years. Hell i barely notice my hand running up and down her ass, (not bad for an older lass,) until it finds its way under her dress. At this stage I'm about to duck a finger inside her panties when I wrestle control back from my dick. My hand leaves her ass, i sit up and stop her. The wank is pretty damn good, but she honestly doesn't do much for me, and I'm not sure I want to know where this ends. So I say sorry, i just can't. Nervous. She smiles and says ok, and just like that the service goes back to a clinical massage. So it finished with a pat down and head rub, which was great, but I left half horny.
So this has been on my mind now for weeks, as it highlighted part of my life lacking. I keep finding myself looking at the RnT sites, and reading reviews, and damn if I'm not hiding a bit of cash away each week to find an hour at a parlor soon. Im just praying it's not gonna be wasted on some woman who doesn't enjoy it as much as i do. Well, praying might be a stretch.