The air was humid but the breeze was cool off the water as we walked down the crowded street of the entertainment district. For the past 5 days you have been working and I have been playing in China. We haven't seen much of each other, and the time we have shared has been dominated with dinners and outings with your coworkers. Tonight we spent an evening gambling in the casinos, but excused ourselves early to see the nightlife on our own.
Your arm is around my waist with the tips of your fingers tucked into the top of my skirt waistband. We have just left a cozy lounge where we had a few drinks, sitting in a sunken and recessed booth in the floor. I describe my day visiting a nearby Taoist temple and you give me a blow by blow account of how you just walked away with $400 from the blackjack game you were playing with your coworkers.
We start approaching a more adventurous area of the strip. Women with silk mandarin dresses slit to their waists are dancing in windows of clubs, beckoning passers-by to enter. Every other storefront is a spa, massage parlor, or intimate tea room. The sexuality is in the air; whether you are a giggling tourist or an expectant and lonely businessman, everyone feels it. I ask you what you are going to do with your winnings and you say you have an idea.
We happen upon a spa which looks a little more respectable than the rest. They have on display exotic herbs and oils from the local mountains used in treatments. You pull me inside and ask the gentleman at the counter if they treat women. He looks offended and says "of course." Passed over the countertop is a brochure of the treatments. He invites us to sit on the couch in the waiting room and to review.
Tomorrow, we plan to spend our last and only free day at a beach in the south. You think maybe I should get a little grooming done and had a special request: that I get a Brazilian shave with a little racing stripe. I think this a minor and innocent way to spend your winnings, so I make a provision. I also get a quick massage in the deal and you have to be in the room with me.
We return to the desk and tell the attendant what I want. I add that I wanted my boyfriend with me. He again looks offended and says "of course." He leads us back to a small room lit softly and with Chinese influenced groove music playing. We were asked our drink order and sit back to wait on a small lounge in the corner of the room. The lounge was facing a treatment table which was wrapped in a soft peach silk to the floor. To the side was a counter with amber jars of oils and creams. A small Asian woman comes in with drinks, hands me a kimono and asks me to undress and lie on the table. She says she will be back with her assistant in a few moments and that I should blow out the tea candle nestled in the small screened window opening at the door to signal when I'm ready. I quickly finish my drink and unfold the silk robe. It is cool to the touch and I lay it over your lap.
Getting in the mood of the music, the night, and the new experience, I slowly unbutton my blouse. The cool air of the room feels good on my skin as it slips over my shoulders. Underneath I have on a rose colored lace bra I found at a boutique in Hong Kong the prior day. The lace is soft to the touch and I dip my fingers inside of one of the cups grazing my nipple a few times before unhooking the front closure and letting it fall off my shoulders. I hand you my bra, and you look at me and give me a little nod to continue. I step back and cup my breasts, running my palms up over my nipples, around my neck and through my hair. You are absently stroking the lace of my bra with one hand and the silk of the robe with the other. With a little turn to the music I untie the ribbon at the waist of my skirt, again stepping toward you and draping it around your neck. I bend down to give you a wet kiss.
As I stand back up I put my heeled foot on the side of your thigh, take your hand, and place it on the outside of my knee. I lean forward and let your fingers move up the outside of my thigh, cup my ass, then slide back down to my pussy. I am wet from my little exhibition and you raise your eyebrows at me. But there is a skirt to take off, which I do as I back away from you – letting it slide over my hips to the floor. I step out of it and hold my arm out to accept the robe. You blink, then hand it to me, revealing the erection it was hiding as it covered your lap. I slide my hand up your erection and give you a look at my breasts that my untied robe doesn't fully cover as I blow out the candle above the lounge you are sitting on. As I step back toward the massage bed, I slide off my heels as the woman re-enters.
She introduces herself as Jian and her assistant Kai. Jian looks a little older but it is hard to tell with Asian women. Kai is definitely young – an apprentice to Jian, standing quietly behind. Their high collared tunics are identical except for in color. Jian has her hair twisted with a ceremonial knot and Kai's hair is in a loose bun held by one enameled chopstick. Other than a lowered eye bow to you, they act as if you are not in the room. Jian asks me to lay face down on the table. She slides the kimono off my shoulders and hands it to Kai. I am aware that of the coolness of the air on my skin and feel your eyes staring at me directly from behind. I spread my legs a little in hopes that you could see a little of my pussy, already hot and wet from my striptease. You clear your throat which I assume means you can.
Kai hands Jian a corked bottle of a sweet smelling oil which she begins to spread over my back. The smell is subtle and relaxing. Combined with the drinks from prior, it relaxes me fully. Her hands are small and strong and glide up and down my back in sweeping strokes. Each stroke is a little longer until she is working her hands down over my backside then up to my shoulders, arms then hands. As she passes over the backs of my thighs and ass, I can feel myself getting more excited, half from the sensuality of the night, half from the new experience of a woman touching me like this. I have had massages from women before, but this definitely has a different intent. I turn my head to the side and see Kai watching from the other side, mouth open a little with eyes on her mentor's hands and my skin. Then, Jain's fingers wrap the backs of my thighs and graze my lips. I gasp at the shock it gives me, but she just gives me shushing noises and continues her strokes, working down towards my feet, rubbing each one firmly, while the other strokes up and down the back calf and thigh, almost absentmindedly grazing my pussy each time. Not relaxed anymore, I am a little relieved when she asks me to roll over.
I do and Jian elevates the table slightly so my eyes meet yours. Your drink is gone and your hard-on is straining through your pants. I can tell that being helpless in this situation is driving you crazy. I want to see where this massage will lead, but I think it's a little unfair to have all the fun. I motion Kai towards me. As she bend her ear to me, I wisper my request. A gleam enters her eye and she looks at Jian. Jian gives a nod. Kai looks at me for confirmation and I give her face a soft touch and nod my head to you.
Kai walks toward you a little shyly. She glances back at Jian and waits for her nod. Kneeling down in front of you she rests a hand on each of your thighs, looks at the bulge in your pants then up at you with eyebrows arched.
"Go ahead baby" I say. Kai has small and graceful hands. She unzips your fly and reaches in to pull out your dick. It feels good to have your erection free, and even better with this unknown woman's hands around it. She strokes it gently, getting to know the curves and ridges, then a little harder, palming the head and twisting her fingers around your shaft, back and forth. She takes a small vial of oil from a pocket inside her shift, holds your dick up from the base and drips a few drops on the head. You can feel each drop slide down, with a tingle following it. The oil must have an extra little kick to it. Again her hand is back on your dick, alternating light flutters of her fingers with harder pumps. The oil is spread to where your entire dick is glossy with it. She is looking at you intently – waiting for a response.
