This is a departure from my dedication to BBW's. (Don't worry. I'll be back!) I was asked by a friend to post this story, written several years ago. I've updated it and hope everyone enjoys.
SUN SPA. I'd passed the place a hundred times since it opened and never given it a second glance. Man was I missing out.
It had been a particularly awful day at work. My boss had treated me like a piΓ±ata all day.
"When's that fucking report going to be done? Where's the goddamned Drummond file? Can you be any fucking slower getting that audit onto my desk, you dumb shit?"
I thought that if I heard one more complaint come out of his mouth I'd have to⦠Well. I don't know what I'd have to, but it wasn't going to be pretty.
"Dumb fuck", I thought to myself.
My shoulders were knots. My head was killing me. I felt like I had the DT's I was shaking so badly.
5:00pm had never looked so good.
Though there is a lot more to the process, in simple terms, thunder is caused when a lightning strike creates a vacuum as it burns up the atmosphere. The air crashing back into this vacuum causes thunder as the air "claps" together.
My leaving the office that day was just like that. I left so fast I created a vacuum. I actually think I heard thunder behind me as I went out the door.
My mind was going a mile-a-minute. I was busily telling my boss what I thought of him, his fucking company, his mom, and the horse he road in on.
Suddenly though I was aware that traffic was stopped ahead of me and that I hadn't even begun to slow down.
I didn't know that both feet would fit onto the brake pedal until that very moment. How I didn't push a hole into the floorboard I'll never know, but the horrific screeching of tires, followed by the blessed lack of metal on metal contact sounds, assured me that I had stopped in time.
I don't think a sheet of paper would have slid between my front bumper and the rear bumper of the car in front of me.
The guy in that car was animatedly telling, and showing me, that I was #1 in his book.
I consciously made an effort to stop thinking about work on the rest of the drive.
I turned onto Harborough Drive, about four blocks from my place, and saw the sign. SUN SPA. SHIATSU. BODY SHOWERS. STRESS-RELIEVING MASSAGE.
Without even thinking about it I pulled into the parking lot.
Stress-relieving massage was just what the doctor ordered.
I parked the car and walked to the door of a rather plain, one-story, white, aluminum sided house. A sign over the doorbell read, "Please Ring Bell". (Which I personally probably never would have figured out.
"Oh you RING the doorbell", I thought to myself grumpily.
Thinking that, only made me more assured that a massage was what I needed, and the sooner the better.
I depressed the doorbell and heard chimes inside the building. Moments later the door opened and an Asian woman, who looked to be about 50 years old, beckoned me inside.
I was standing in a small vestibule. A teakwood table held a vase of silk flowers and a small basket of peppermints. Two overstuffed chairs were against the wall. The lighting fixture was a red oriental silk design, which washed the entire area in a dim red light.
The woman smiled at me.
"You want massage?" She asked pleasantly.
"Yes I would."
"Come with me honey", she said as she turned and walked down the hallway to the right of the vestibule.
I followed her to a door which was simply marked "3".
She opened the door for me and led me inside.
The room was dimly lit but the room contents were clearly visible.
A chair stood against the right wall. Just above it was a clothes bar with several hooks. A shoehorn, a small plastic bag with a string tie, and a robe hung there.
A dressed massage table, with linens folded with military precision, stood in the center of the room. Three towels were neatly folded and sitting on the massage table.
In the corner, against the left wall, was a small, two-tiered table. A clock radio, a small copper incense burner, and a small sign that read "Tipping is not mandatory but appreciated" were on the top tier. A comb and a variety of toiletries (baby powder, massage oils, colognes) were on the bottom tier.
The smell of incense, and the warmth of the room, was making me feel better all ready.
The sound of the woman's voice snapped me back from my reverie.
"$50", the woman said to me matter-of-factly.
I didn't say it to her, but if anything would make me feel better right now I'd have paid $200.
I took out my wallet and gave her a $50 bill.
"Shower?" She asked.
After a day like I had, a hot shower would feel great, I thought to myself.
"Sure", I said.
"You get undressed and Suki will be with you in a minute", the woman said as she exited the room.
"Suki", I murmured to myself in surprise.
It was the first time that I realized that the woman who met me at the door was not the masseuse.
I undressed and hung my clothes on the clothes bar. Then feeling self-conscious, as the clothing looked out of place in such an orderly room, I took them down and folded them neatly, placing them on the chair. I then put on the robe.
Moments later there was a light rapping at the door, and the door opened.
How do you explain a woman like Suki? She was wearing a silky, blue, oriental style robe. Her hair fell almost to her knees; jet black and perfectly straight.
Her smile was warm and friendly. Beautiful, dark almond eyes, that exuded raw sensuality and beauty. She was simply magnificent.
"Hello. I am Suki. Do you want sauna before your shower? She asked in heavily accented English, instantly bringing me back to reality.
I introduced myself, "I'm Don. That would be nice", I said sheepishly as I caught myself staring at her.
I followed her down the hallway to a wooden door. The thermostat outside the door confirmed that this was the sauna.
She opened the door and I entered. She asked me for my robe. As she took the robe from me she handed me a towel which I quickly wrapped around my waist. She closed the door and walked away.
I sat down on the bench and began soaking up the heat. Suki was right. This was a good idea before I took a shower. Relax a bit. Open the pores. I was definitely feeling better.
As I sat on the bench I noted a pile of magazines off to my right. News, entertainment, sports. The usual stuff until I got midway into the pile.
I picked up a magazine and read, "ASIAN EXTASY". The picture on the front cover showed an Asian woman sucking on a dildo. A large black circular sticker had been strategically placed to move the "XXX" rating to a heavy "R".
I began to page through the magazine and had to admit that it was pretty hot stuff.
As luck would have it the door opened and Suki was back. I dropped the magazine onto the bench with the page open to a picture of a strapping young man driving, what appeared to be, his foot-long cock into a young Japanese girl, as she was bent over her bed.
Suki walked towards me and simultaneously looked down at the picture as she wrapped her hand around my stiffened cock.
"You like her fuck?" She asked in a sensuous voice that nearly had me cumming right there.
"Oh yeah", I breathed out sharply.
She pulled on my cock urging me out of the sauna.
"You come take shower", she said as she continued to pull me by my dick down the hallway.
We stopped at another doorway that was covered with a shower curtain. She pulled the shower curtain aside and released my cock, beckoning me to enter before her.
I entered the room to find another clothes bar on the right wall, and a long Naugahyde covered table against the left wall. At the far end of the room was a large green barrel, full of water, and a hand-held showerhead hanging on the wall, with a long shower hose connected to it.
I felt Suki's arms wrap around my waist as she untied my robe.
"Hang your robe here and lie down on table, facedown, when I tell you", she instructed me.
Suki took off her robe and hung it on the clothes bar next to my robe. She wore a simple one-piece bathing suit that revealed little, but accentuated her petite breasts and cute butt.
She walked around me and took a large bucket filled with water out of the barrel. She threw three or four buckets full across the table and then instructed me to lie down.
I was a bit concerned about lying on the table in the condition I was in, but I managed after an adjustment or two.
In the meantime Suki had adjusted the water temperature from the showerhead and had placed it into the barrel. She began taking buckets of warm water and pouring them all over my body from my neck down to my toes.
She then sprayed a sweet smelling liquid soap onto my back and legs, and began washing me with a large sponge.
Suki was extremely thorough and did not miss a single spot, even washing between my toes, and deep into the crack of my ass. Once I was completely soaped down, and thoroughly washed, Suki took the showerhead and rinsed me off.
When she was through, she instructed me to roll over and repeated the process. It was an exhilarating feeling.
When my body shower was complete, Suki had me sit up, and she washed and shampooed my hair.
Now that I was totally clean, Suki had me stand in front of her as she towel dried every square inch of my body.