I didn’t know what to expect, I had walked back and forth on the street for the last 20 minutes, just looking at the door.

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I hadn’t had sex in a while… 6 weeks to be exact since she cheated on me with my best friend. Strangely enough, it was her who called it all off, I still loved her, and I loved the thought of her with another man.

Picking up courage, I walked through the door and presented my ID to the bouncer who stood before me. He didn’t smile, he didn’t say hello.

“ID please” was all he said.

After presenting him with my California driver’s license, he directed me to the waiting room.

A beautiful woman approached me.

“Any preference, sir?” she asked.

“Um, no.. no preference.” I replied

She smiled and beckoned me to a small room down the hall.

“Here” she said “place all of your valuables in here and always keep it by your side.” She gave me a small zip- lock baggie to place my wallet, keys and jewelry in.

“Now undress completely, lay down on your stomach and place the towel around you, if you’d like”

I undressed and hung the clothes on the hooks and kept the baggie near me.

“It is $60 for 30 minutes, or $90 for 1 hour, which would you prefer?”

“30 minutes please” and I handed her the cash. “Enjoy yourself” she said and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Soft music was playing on the speakers. I must have been laying there for only a few minutes, perhaps 3 or 4 when I heard the door open.

I still didn’t know what to expect.. I mean.. I think I knew what may happen, but having never done this before I was still had trepidations.

I felt hands begin to massage my feet and calves. Damn that felt nice. The were kneading every muscle. Even if I didn’t get “any” I would still leave refreshed and relaxed I mused.

The hands were working their way up my legs and slightly under the towel. I could feel myself getting aroused, my cock beginning to lengthen and harden. The towel was removed and I felt my ass being massaged. They moved to my lower back and they more I was massaged, the harder I got.

Damn this felt nice.

Those masterful hands began to work their miracle on my upper back and shoulders. I felt strongly relaxed yet tense. My muscles were relaxed, I was hard as a rock and wondering what will happen when I was to turn over.

“Turn over” he said.. HE said. Apparently when the lady asked me a preference, she meant man or woman, I though hair color or size.

“Umm, I think there may be a mistake… umm.. I was.. I’m not sure you really want me to turn over”