My first happy ending at an Asian massage parlor was by complete accident. I was in Texas visiting my son and daughter-in-law who had recently moved there, and I desperately needed a massage after the 15-hour drive. In my home city, I would normally go to a Massage Envy or to a massage therapist that was recommended by my doctor or chiropractor but being in an unfamiliar town, had no such recommendations. While grocery shopping, I noticed a sign for a massage parlor in the same shopping center. I made a mental note of the name, Lotus Blossom Relax, and called them the next day shortly after my son and his wife had both left for work.
It was a very confusing call; the woman who answered spoke little English, but after what sounded like a lot of jibber-jab to me, I did understand that she was telling me to come right now. I told her I'd be right there, although I'm not sure she understood. I grabbed my keys, jumped in the car, and found my way back to where the massage parlor was located.
I parked in front and walked in to find a small, empty waiting area with a couch, a couple of plants, and a reception desk. A bell had rung on the door, and within a couple of minutes, an attractive Chinese woman, probably in her mid-thirties, came out and pointed to the sign on the counter and made it known to me that I should point to the service I wanted. I quickly perused the list, and finally pointed at the "60-minute Full Body". She said in a very heavy accent, "Fifty Dollar." I nodded in agreement, saying "okay" and waited for what would happen next. After a moment she said, "Pay now."
I thought that a little odd but pulled out my credit card. Usually I paid after the service, but this was a great deal for an hour massage, and I was fine with it. When she saw my card, she asked, "No cash?" and I said that I only had about twenty in cash. She pointed to another sign that indicated there was a three-dollar surcharge for using a credit card. By this point, I was somewhat flummoxed, and indicated that it would be fine. I knew I had the twenty in my wallet for a tip. She seemed a bit put out that I was using my credit card.
All this, and I was still so naïve that I had no idea what was to follow. At the time, I was 60 years old, already retired, and living comfortably from my investments. I was married, and had been for almost 35 years, but the sex and excitement had gone out of our marriage. My wife developed a condition after menopause that made intercourse very painful, and over time, we just put that part of our life away. For the first couple of years, I would try to get her to be intimate, but would be rebuffed with a firm rebuke for wanting to do something that would hurt her so, and that even made her bleed the last few times we had intercourse. If I said that there were other things we could do, she would dismiss me and tell me I was a dirty old man. But our lives were so comfortable together, and our friendship so deep, that I accepted that as my fate and took care of myself once, or sometimes twice a week, often watching some porn to get myself ready. Not a perfect existence, but one that was acceptable to me at my age. Besides, Junior wasn't as responsive as he used to be, and I sometimes had to use Viagra to get him up and ready back when we still had a sex life.
So, standing there in the lobby of an Asian massage parlor, being asked to pay cash up front, I still was completely unaware of what the situation was. I knew that "Rub and Tug" places existed, but I really knew nothing about them and had never really given it much thought. It hadn't even entered my mind. Yet.
After making my payment and signing the credit card slip, she indicated that I should follow her. I was no stranger to massage, nor to having an occasional fantasy about a particularly beautiful or sexy provider, and I was checking her out as I walked behind her. Slim, nice butt, long legged for an Asian, dressed in a white blouse and white short shorts. We walked down a hallway with doors on either side, and she finally ushered me into one of the rooms near the back, on the left side. When she turned, I noticed for the first time that her blouse was low cut and that she was showing quite a bit of her ample cleavage. I again noticed that she was beautiful with long, straight, jet-black hair. She pointed to the massage table and said, "Clothes off," and exited. Still no idea.
Disrobing and slipping under the sheet was a familiar task to me upon arriving in the room that I was to have a massage in. Nothing hinky there, except that after getting naked, I realized there was no top sheet on the massage table. Just a hole for my face covered by tissue, a bottom sheet, and a small hand towel. Again, I felt very confused. While pondering what I was supposed to do I noticed a robe hanging on a hook. Aha, I thought. I'm supposed to put on the robe. I finished undressing, put on the robe, and sat on the edge of the padded table to await further instructions, as things obviously worked differently here than at your average Massage Envy.
I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, sitting there on the edge of the table, waiting for her to return. When the door finally opened, she looked at me, gave a short laugh, and said, "No robe." I stood to take it off and before I could turn my back to her, she opened the front and began to help me out of it. This was all happening, and I was just going along at this point. She hung up the robe as I stood there in front of her stark naked, then she turned back to me and said, "On table". So, I lay face down on the table with my butt and my balls completely exposed. Yet still, no clue. But I was definitely feeling very uncomfortable.
She began the massage, and it was quite good. She massaged my neck, shoulders, lower back, butt, and legs with great skill and just the right amount of oil. After a few minutes I began to feel more comfortable being exposed as her warm hands did their magic, relieving my aches, pains, and stress. And then suddenly, whoops, she grazed my ball sack. I can't ever remember that happening before, although there had been a few times in the past that a masseuse got pretty close. In the past I had found it a huge turn-on and it fueled more than one of my massage fantasies.
And then, whoops, there she did it again as she was massaging my butt and my upper legs. A slight grazing of my boys, and this time I began to suspect that it wasn't a mistake. She's a tease, I thought to myself. But it was working; I was becoming pretty aroused. My heart started beating a little faster and I could feel a tingling starting down below, and then, there, she did it again, this time lingering as she ran her fingertips up over my balls and traced her fingers up the crack of my ass.
Then she began to fall into a nice rhythm of rubbing down one leg, then back up, running her hand lightly over the twins and tracing up my butt. Then down the other leg, back up and same thing. My mind was racing by this time, and somewhere in the back of my mind I began to wonder if I had happened upon a "Rub and Tug" place. But I had little time to ponder because I was getting so massively turned on as she got friendlier and friendlier with my ass and my balls.
She leaned down and whispered something in my ear which I didn't understand and left the room. My mind was a jumble as I adjusted my now semi-erect cock underneath me, pointing it straight up. It dawned on me that my cock had been getting hard, and I was amazed that it had responded so much at my age without any help. I lay there with my ass and balls completely exposed, half a chubby and a great mystery surrounding me. After a few moments, I began to wonder where she went and began to feel uncomfortably exposed again.
