My best friend called me up the other day: "You've been so good to me over the years. Tonight I'm going to take you out for a sumptuous repast, my treat."
As visions of tables laden with filet mignon and fine wines filled my head, he added, "I just have one quick stop to make first."
An hour later, we sat in his car in the parking lot of a west-end Arby's, chomping on roast beef sandwiches and curly fries.
"This isn't quite what I'd imagined." I groused.
"Nevertheless," my friend smiled, "Let's review the events of the evening thus far."
The one quick stop had turned out to be a visit to Sachi Spa. Neither of us had been there before, but my friend led me inside with the suave nature of a veteran of such establishments. We were greeted at the door by a thin young Chinese woman, who urged us to follow her to a room. Once settled in a room, I asked for a shower, wanting to make sure my friend was in tip-top condition for the up-coming event.
The two of us shared a shower, then donned a fluffy robe and made our way back to the room. The pretty young Chinese girl soon returned, and my friend became veritably giddy with anticipation. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The girl opened the door and stepped out into the hallway to converse with another woman.
"What are they saying?" my friend wanted to know.
"How should I know? You were the one who dropped Cantonese 105 to take Figure Studies 311."
After a few moments, the girl disappeared down the hallway, and we were left by our lonesomes.
Several minutes later, a new, older woman poked her head inside. Seeing me (my friend was hiding beneath me, waiting to spring out and surprise the masseuse), she stepped inside and closed the door. The two of us were baffled.
"This isn't the girl I wanted!" my friend groused.
"Shhh!" I hissed.
There was another knock at the door, and this woman disappeared into the hall as well.
"What the &^%$# is going on here?" my friend snapped. "I've gotten better service at Canadian Tire!"
Finally, the second woman returned and closed the door. It appeared that she was going to be the one we would be getting, so I asked her to take her top off so as not to lose my friend's interest completely. She complied, revealing a gorgeous, full set of breasts.
My best friend perked up immediately.
She began a slow, thorough massage wearing nothing but a pair of panties. She kneaded my back and then climbed on the table, straddling my legs and kneaded them. Just as I was completely relaxed, she asked me to roll over. My friend sprang from his hiding place and she giggled.
To my friend's delight, she began a long, luxurious HJ at just the right speed. Enjoying the attention, he whispered to me to pull down her panties. I did so, revealing a well-trimmed patch of downy-soft black hair. The masseuse just giggled and stepped out of the panties.
The session finished with me sucking on the woman's beautiful breasts--large for a Chinese woman--and my friend soaking up the attention.
"What a session that was." my friend reminisced, gnawing on a curly fry. "I only wish I'd gotten her name."
"We will be going back, of course?" I asked.
"Of course." my friend beamed. "Now who's up for dessert? My treat!"
As visions of tables laden with filet mignon and fine wines filled my head, he added, "I just have one quick stop to make first."
An hour later, we sat in his car in the parking lot of a west-end Arby's, chomping on roast beef sandwiches and curly fries.
"This isn't quite what I'd imagined." I groused.
"Nevertheless," my friend smiled, "Let's review the events of the evening thus far."
The one quick stop had turned out to be a visit to Sachi Spa. Neither of us had been there before, but my friend led me inside with the suave nature of a veteran of such establishments. We were greeted at the door by a thin young Chinese woman, who urged us to follow her to a room. Once settled in a room, I asked for a shower, wanting to make sure my friend was in tip-top condition for the up-coming event.
The two of us shared a shower, then donned a fluffy robe and made our way back to the room. The pretty young Chinese girl soon returned, and my friend became veritably giddy with anticipation. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The girl opened the door and stepped out into the hallway to converse with another woman.
"What are they saying?" my friend wanted to know.
"How should I know? You were the one who dropped Cantonese 105 to take Figure Studies 311."
After a few moments, the girl disappeared down the hallway, and we were left by our lonesomes.
Several minutes later, a new, older woman poked her head inside. Seeing me (my friend was hiding beneath me, waiting to spring out and surprise the masseuse), she stepped inside and closed the door. The two of us were baffled.
"This isn't the girl I wanted!" my friend groused.
"Shhh!" I hissed.
There was another knock at the door, and this woman disappeared into the hall as well.
"What the &^%$# is going on here?" my friend snapped. "I've gotten better service at Canadian Tire!"
Finally, the second woman returned and closed the door. It appeared that she was going to be the one we would be getting, so I asked her to take her top off so as not to lose my friend's interest completely. She complied, revealing a gorgeous, full set of breasts.
My best friend perked up immediately.
She began a slow, thorough massage wearing nothing but a pair of panties. She kneaded my back and then climbed on the table, straddling my legs and kneaded them. Just as I was completely relaxed, she asked me to roll over. My friend sprang from his hiding place and she giggled.
To my friend's delight, she began a long, luxurious HJ at just the right speed. Enjoying the attention, he whispered to me to pull down her panties. I did so, revealing a well-trimmed patch of downy-soft black hair. The masseuse just giggled and stepped out of the panties.
The session finished with me sucking on the woman's beautiful breasts--large for a Chinese woman--and my friend soaking up the attention.
"What a session that was." my friend reminisced, gnawing on a curly fry. "I only wish I'd gotten her name."
"We will be going back, of course?" I asked.
"Of course." my friend beamed. "Now who's up for dessert? My treat!"
