Happening at the massage parlor
I stepped out of the winter air and into the lobby of the massage parlor. A bell on the door rang as it closed, alerting a woman to my presence. She emerged from the nearby hallway and walked demurely toward the office.
– Hi,m-a she greeted with a slight smile on her lips, her fruity voice as lovely as her tall and striking face. She looked mature, but still young. I guessed she was in her forties from the few lines barely visible around the edges of her dark, half-moon eyes. But her amber skin glowed and her black hair sparkled with the vitality of a woman half her age.
– Hi. I have an appointment for 1 o’clock.
– Your name?
– Roger.
She checked the schedule in front of her. I glanced around. A bouquet of purple azaleas sat in a vase on the desk. Behind her, a golden dragon adorned the wall, dancing beneath gilded Chinese characters, reminding all who entered that this was indeed an Asian massage parlor. Opposite the desk was a sofa and a small fridge, filled with various drinks. I made a note to get a Coke on the way out. On the wall hung wooden carvings of women engaged in various rustic trades: farming, fishing and sewing.
– Ah yes, here you are. Roger. My name is Lin and I will be your masseuse today. Please follow me, she said. She led me through a locked door and into the next hallway, her plump bottom swaying hypnotically, her shorts revealing a pair of long, toned legs. He stopped at room three and ushered me into the dimly lit room.
-Please undress and lie on the table. You can leave your clothes on the chair, she told me as she closed the door.
I did so and lay down on the table, only to realize I couldn’t find a towel or anything to cover myself with. I looked around for something, but I couldn’t see a towel. Had he forgotten? Or was his absence intentional? Is that how they did massages here? Or was there more than a massage on the menu?
I haven’t had a massage in years, but decided to treat myself to one after a busy month at work and a suggestion from a colleague. This place had an online coupon and the reviews were good so I made an appointment. None of the reviews mentioned anything illegal, but then again, they probably wouldn’t, right? It was hard to imagine someone writing: “Awesome blowjob! 5 stars!” or, “Great paws. Even better than my wife’s. I’ll definitely be back!” on the salon’s Yelp page.
Still, I felt like an idiot lying naked on the table with my ass in the air. Would he think I was trying to get a happy ending? Would he tell me to get out? Would they call the police? But with nothing to cover myself with, it was hard to see what else I could do but wait here empty. At worst, they’d probably just tell me to cover up and forget about it. I rested my head in the headrest and waited.
It wasn’t long before the door opened and footsteps entered the room. I didn’t hear a gasp or a scream of disgust, so I realized I had made, if not the right choice, at least a tolerable one. The door closed and classical music began to play softly. The lights went out.
– Do you prefer hard or soft? came a familiar, accented voice from above me.
– Loud, please.
Her hands pressed against my skin as she began the massage, putting strong pressure into my tense muscles. A moan escaped my lips as she slid her palms along my back in slow, smooth motions, her hands stopping at my tailbone. So there was no towel then. It was good. I wasn’t very modest anyway. But still, I brought my legs closer together and wanted to see how immodest I still was. How exposed was I? Too bad I couldn’t astral project. It would be very useful right now to be able to see myself from the outside.
However, her manual skill soon banished all worry from my mind. She was good. I felt like I was going to melt on the table. He removed his hands for a moment, and when he returned, he came bearing oil. Soon, my skin was soft from the scented oil and the scent of lavender enveloped us. The table creaked as she climbed on top of it and continued to massage me, her thighs straddling my buried head, her hands kneading my shoulders. If I had been facing up…
– How is that? she asked.
– Perfect. You’re amazing, I muttered, surrendering myself completely to her.
– Thank you.
She continued to work her magic on my body. Once he was done with my back, it was time for my arms. First my left, then my right. She was holding my arm, my hand resting on my inner thigh. I resisted the strong temptation to caress her and slide my hand up. Did he realize where my hand was? Probable. How could he not? Her hands ran up my arms in quick succession, from armpit to wrist. Then she took my hand in hers, our fingers pressed together as she pulled each one. Oh, how I wanted to collect.
From there, it went to my butt. She was strong with strong arms. I felt like a lump of dough under her hands. Her hands dug between my buttocks, exploring every inch of me. For a moment, I worried that I would end up with a finger in an uncomfortable place. I had to remind myself that my ass had muscles too, that this wasn’t necessarily sexual. But I could already feel my penis moving, unaware of this fact. I tried to push my fantasies out of my head, but how could I, with this goddess comforting me? I bit my lip, hoping I could keep things under control. Still, I had to admit, the thought of him noticing sparked a desire in me I didn’t know I had. She might see and be impressed, maybe even flattered. Maybe she’d even want to reach out and continue the massage where I was most rigid, where I needed her warm touch so badly…
I shivered as her hand gripped my upper thigh. My testicles contracted: a strange but not unwanted sensation. The cremasteric reflex, an old high school memory informed me. I moaned deeply as she rubbed my thighs. I felt like he was going to touch my testicles with each stroke, but he turned each time with the precision of a surgeon. He was probably missing by millimeters.
I wondered if my hardened cock was still visible to her or if it was still hidden under my scrotum. It won’t take long for them to start coming out, despite the high temperature of the room. I prayed that her hands would travel a little further, just a few inches, caress my testicles as deftly and well as my legs. My cock pressed urgently against the table, the friction of her pushing against me adding to my problem. He had to be able to see it, see my arousal, see what he had done to me. All she had to do was understand and I would be hers. But then, her hands went cruelly and the door opened and closed.
I got up. The room was empty. Where had she gone? There was a knock and I put my head down as the door opened. A hot, wet towel was placed on my back as she rubbed the oil off my skin. Oh,nowhad towels. Where were they before? She finished and the towel was taken away, replaced by a shiver as the air hit my skin.
– Come back, she told me.
Fuck. I wouldn’t be able to hide anything behind my back. I would be totally exposed. But it wasn’t like I could stay for the rest of the hour, or however long it took for my erection to die, which at this rate would be longer than that. Well. I’m sure she’s seen her fair share of embarrassing stupidity. I took a deep breath and turned on my back. Luckily, he had a towel handy and quickly covered my cock with it. Unfortunately, she didn’t cover much else. A cool breeze on his testicles told me he was enjoying the fresh air. Honestly, it was more of a cotton belt than a real towel. And its light weight did absolutely nothing to hide my erection, jutting proudly into the sky beneath the towel.
I glanced at her. But instead of anger or revulsion, her expression was one of amusement. Was he enjoying my situation? I looked below. Her nipples were sticking out through the tight, thin shirt. Wasn’t she wearing a bra? Interesting… I was wondering what those lovely and delicate exposed breasts look like. Her nipples would be brown and small, like tiny pencil tips, rising above her flat chest, I decided. They would be firm between my lips and sensitive, sending shivers through her moaning body as I sucked on them. I closed my eyes and waited.
He came to my head and took it with both hands, rubbing my scalp. Next, he massaged my face, rubbing his thumbs across my forehead, around my eyes, down my nose, and along my jawline and chin. I couldn’t help but smile at the tickling sensation.
– So, Roger, what do you do? she asked.
– I’m a consultant in the city center, I answered, without going into details. I still wasn’t sure how legal this massage would end up being.
– You like? she asked.
– Yes. It can be tough, but it’s exciting and I love solving problems. It’s very exciting.
– This is good. It’s important to enjoy what you do.
She released my head and I heard the familiar splash of her oil container. The next thing I felt were her hands on my chest, holding and caressing my pecs, her fingers running through my chest hair. I opened my eyes. Her chest was directly above mine. I looked at her mounds and rock hard nipples as they moved back and forth over my face.
– You like this? Be a masseuse, I mean, I fumbled.
– Yes. I always liked it.
– Have you been doing it for a long time?
– Since I was little. My mom taught me and I started practicing with my friends and family and I was good at it. I enjoy pleasing people, she replied, her hands continuing to travel lower and lower. From my chest to my ribs to my stomach, moving closer and closer to the towel with each stroke.
– Yes?
– Oh yes. It’s like cooking someone’s favorite dish. She enjoys him so much and it makes me feel happy to make them happy. Sometimes people forget that our bodies and minds are one. It focuses on watching TV and the Internet. But you cannot satisfy the mind alone. The body also needs satisfaction. You do not agree?
My heart was pounding.
– Yes I agree.
How far would she go? It was almost at my waist. Would he get under the towel and claim his prize? Would he wrap his hand around my shaft and start pumping? But before he could reach the edge of the towel, he pulled back and headed for the other end of the table.
I could only imagine the sight he had now. My legs parted, testicles exposed, my hard cock turning my towel into a tent. She placed her hands on my thigh, the edge of her hand touching my scrotum as she slid her hands up my leg. I stifled a gasp. Had he done this on purpose? Or was it just an accident? But as she continued to touch me, it became impossible to deny that she was doing it on purpose. He had to know what he was doing to me…
Her movements were torture, her fingertips crushing my sensitive thighs, only to touch my testicles as lightly as a feather. It was driving me crazy. Her hands briefly wandered up my leg, only to return up my thigh again, stopped only by her testicles from going any higher. I had never been the victim of such teasing before. Soon it was time for the next leg as she repeated the same movements, bumping into my testicles, sending shivers up my quivering cock. I could feel the tension building in my cock, that bundle of lascivious energy near the tip of my cock that was the first warning of an impending climax. If she continued, I was going to have an orgasm. I focused on taking long, deep breaths. The massage couldn’t last forever. I could make it. I knew I could.
I was wrong.
He released my leg and positioned himself at the far end of the table. I had a little time to recover, though. He took my legs with both hands, one with each, and began massaging them in long, deliberate strokes, starting at the ankles and working his way up. Soon she was past my shins and already back at my thighs, her hands pumping up and down like pistons, starting at my knees, moving down to my feet before gently pressing down on my jewels and sliding back, her nails gently crushing my tender flesh on their way down.
My cock slapped the towel, even his light pressure was agony to endure as I tried to hold on to my dignity. I felt as if the slightest pressure on my penis would be the last before I ejaculated in front of a woman I had met only an hour before. I clutched the sheet and hissed, praying that the massage would end before I did, or at least grab my cock with both hands and help me properly.
– Done, she whispered, pulling her hands away.
She grabbed one end of the towel and pulled it, rubbing the material against the swollen head of my cock.
Fuck.
I opened my eyes as I desperately tried to stop, but I knew it was too late. I felt myself falling into an orgasm. The last friction had pushed me past the point of no return and nothing could stop it now. Lin was already staring at my red, hard and thick cock as the first stream of cum shot out of him as I moaned loudly. Her eyes widened and her lips moved into an amused, knowing smile as my cock spasmed helplessly, twitching, my cum pouring down over me. She looked proud of herself, proud of what she had caused. My body shuddered as pleasure coursed through my body, overwhelming my mortification. An hour of teasing and torture suddenly exploded out of me in a complete orgasm.
My penis calmed down. I gasped, catching my breath. Both my energy and testicles felt drained. My abdomen was covered in cum.
– Have finished? she asked warmly.
I nodded. She left the room and returned with another warm wet cloth. Tenderly, she dabbed my cock, wiping the mess away, cleaning me as I averted my gaze, desperate to avoid eye contact with her.
– Getting better. Nice and clean, she said.
– I’m, uh, sorry for…that …
God, that sounds embarrassing. But what else could I say?
– I wish you had told me you were so close. I would have helped, she said with a wink.
I blinked. But before I could say anything clearer than “Uh…” she had slipped through the door without explanation. I got dressed and went back to the hall where she was waiting for me. I paid for the massage and gave her a tip that I hoped was big enough.
– Thanks for coming, Roger. I enjoyed the massage today. I hope you’ll be back soon, she said, looking up at me from under her long, full lashes.
– I will, I answered. I promise.
