Our massage parlor – continued
The following week, I returned to the massage parlor. I was alone this time. Katelyn was meeting me for tea in an hour so she could find out, but I would be alone in the lounge. I took a deep breath and entered. The same woman was at the desk, but Mei was downstairs, rubbing someone’s scalp. She looked up, saw me and smiled.
– You’re back…, she said, before saying something quickly to the woman at the desk.
– We recommend a table shower followed by a Swedish massage. Is that okay with you sir? she asked.
– Uh, sure. I’m sure she knows what she has to do.
– Perfect. Go upstairs to room 5 and she’ll be with you shortly, she instructed.
I paid, took off my shoes and went upstairs. I found room 5 after some searching and went inside where I undressed and got on the table. I decided not to bother to cover myself this time, just wait naked and without a towel.
I wondered what would happen today. Was I just a customer? She was flattered thatm-a made me come off last time? Scared? What theera a table shower? Well, at least I’ll find out soon enough; the guy in the office said this is how we start today.
After a while, there was a knock at the door and Mei entered. I turned and greeted her. Her long hair was in a ponytail today and she was wearing a pink shirt. She smiled at the sight of me and gave me a gentle slap on the bottom.
– Put your towel on, Jonathan. Time for your table shower.
I got up and wrapped myself in the towel.
– ThisIt isa table shower?
– You’ll see, she teased me, leading me out of the room. shem-a led me to a door marked “Table Shows” and led me inside. The walls and floors were tiled in blue and green. In the center was a large drain, towards which the floor sloped slightly. Above him was a large massage bed, surrounded by a gutter that emptied onto the floor, and on the wall next to it was a large, detachable shower head. By the door was a shelf full of soaps and other mysterious jars and bottles.
Mei happily pulled the towel off me andm-a sitting on the table face down. She stepped out of her flip flops and removed her sweatpants, hanging them on a nearby hook before putting her shoes back on. Her legs were long and tanned, leading up to a red thong. She turned around, lifting her shirt and giving me a perfect view of her toned and round bottom. He turned and I buried my head in the pillow, hoping he hadn’t noticed I was watching.
Hot water sprayed down my back before he began rubbing liquid soap on my back, moving his hands in long, wide strokes down my back. The smell of strawberries filled the room. After rubbing the soap on me, he grabbed the shower head again, using his strong, hot water on my flesh, massaging my neck, making me moan softly.
– Come back.
I eagerly complied. He climbed onto the table with me, straddling my thighs. Her hands caressed my chest as she lathered me. There was no teasing this time. She gripped my cock firmly and pumped as she continued to rub me with her free hand. He was quick as lightning. I was worried that I was going to ejaculate, but just before I passed the point of no return, she suddenly stopped.
– You’re teasing me, I choked.
She pressed her body to mine. Her nipples were firmly planted against my chest and her pussy swayed against my hard cock.
– I’ll make it up. I promise, she whispered, pulling down the shower head and washing my body.
I stood there, paralyzed. The water ran down her small breasts. Her dark hard nipples stuck out boldly.
– You’re a good boy, Jonathan. Most guys just grope and grope me. You have good self-control. Usually by now guys would have tried to grab my bottom like this, she said, taking my hand in hers and resting it on her bottom.
I squeezed gently, testing its firmness.
– Or he would have grabbed my chest, like that, she said, placing my palm on her breast.
I could feel his tender flesh, I could feel his hardness…
– But you are good. You did none of these things. I think you deserve a special reward, don’t you?
– Yes, I said, drunk with hope.
He left me andm-a helped me up.
– Do you want your towel back?
– Won’t we have to pass everyone else?
– They’ve seen naked boys before, Jonathan. You shouldn’t be shy. Not withto stay, big boy, she said, nodding at my feet.
I blushed.
– Well, if you think it’s okay…, I couldn’t resist him.
She opened the door, still only wearing a thong and flip flops. Her ass swayed like a metronome as she walked and my eyes were glued to it. I walked past the main room where the bunch of masseuses were giggling and pointing. Their faces showed a mixture of amusement and envy. I liked the attention. I slowed my pace slightly, giving them more time to look. Mei, with fake exasperation, pulled me into the room, closed the door and locked it.
– Get on the table, she panted.
I started to position myself face down but she stopped me.
– On the back.
I sat back. A red flash flashed over me. I turned to see Mei now completely naked. Her pussy was bare and dark, with swollen lips. It was already glistening with dew. She took a bottle of oil, opened the cap and poured it luxuriantly all over her face. The golden oil ran down his body. She rubs herself, massaging the oil into her breasts, abdomen, thighs… She was glowing a golden tan, then practically jumped on the table.
He slid over me, using his own body to massage me. She slid over me easily, thanks to the oil. It was ecstatic to feel his whole body caressing me. I felt her nipples brush against the length of my chest. Her whole body slid over my cock, teasing him, tormenting him. He moved over me back and forth over and over. She rolled her body over me, moaning loudly as she stroked her wet pussy against my hard cock. The way it twisted and laid on top of me was almost feline, like a feral cat. I wanted to explode.
He kissed me deeply and sat on my waist.
“I wasn’t kidding about you being a good boy earlier,” she said as she adjusted my cock to the waiting lips of her pussy. You’re the first guy here to show me any respect.
– You’re beautiful, what guy wouldn’t respect you?
– It’s easier than you think. But stop talking.
She grabbed the base of my cock andm-a guided within it.
Her pussy gripped my cock. Without moving away, she leaned forward slightly, scratching her fingertips along the length of my forehead. Slowly, so slowly, so excruciatingly, her nails teased me, going from my neck down, down to my thighs and back. I grabbed her hips suddenly and guided her. She giggled with delight and began to ride me, pressing my chest for leverage. Her breasts were shaking. Her head rolled back as she moaned my name loudly. I knew everyone in the building could hear her. God, what a thrill…
My hips bucked as I tried to work my way deeper and deeper inside her tight pussy. I stuck my cock in her. He rode me like an animal, moaning, screaming. We didn’t want to break up. It felt as if we were one body, that our pleasure and our bodies were one. The pleasure surged, hitting me like a tsunami and I was powerless to resist as I felt the orgasm wash over me.
Mei and I climaxed together. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock as she spasmed, shooting my hot cum into her. Again and again, I released my load into her. Pearly white sperm fell from her pussy. Panting, we stood there in silence for a moment, regaining our breath and strength.
Mei leaned down and kissed me on the lips, briefly.
– Thank you, John. I felt great. Come back anytime…
– Seriously?
– Mmmm, seriously. I haven’t had an orgasm like this in a long time, big boy. Get dressed, you don’t want anyone walking in on us, she said with a conspiratorial wink.
I blushed and wiped off as much oil as I could before getting dressed while Mei did the same.
He led me to the door, hugged me tightly and with a last kiss on my cheek said:
– Do you promise to come back to me?
– I promise you, I said, returning the kiss. Her frown melted into a wide smile andm-a let me go happily, standing in the doorway as I walked away, watching me go.
I met Katelyn at the coffee shop.
– How was it? she asked.
– Incredible. Let me tell you…
