Using Google, I was surprised to discover that the Asian massage parlor I had been visiting, and getting sexual services from, wasn't the only one in town. Actually, it wasn't even the only one in my suburban neighborhood. There were dozens in the city I lived in, and eight that were within three miles of my home. As I searched the locations of the eight near me on Google Maps, I was shocked to discover that they were all in, or near, suburban shopping centers I had been in. The grocery store I stopped in on my way home from a hike, the restaurant I had eaten in a month before. Another two doors down from a liquor store I had stopped in with my wife on our way to a party to buy a bottle of Fireball. I thought to myself that I never took any notice of nail salons or hair salons either. The Asian massage parlors were cleverly hidden in plain sight.
I live in the Northwest suburbs of my city, and I discovered that there were eight Asian massage parlors in my section of the greater metropolitan area. I had been to Oasis Foot Spa and had experienced amazing sexual release while being massaged by both a younger woman, then by an older woman there. I was eager to discover what might await at the seven other massage parlors in my area.
While I was aware of the costs of trying out all the different Asian massage parlors in my area, I decided to go for it. I had worked very hard over the years and invested in commercial real estate every chance I got. When I retired, I consolidated my holdings by selling off two properties and paying off the other three with the proceeds. My house was paid off, my Land Rover was paid off and the only debt we had was on my wife's new Audi. So, I had monthly income from three properties, plus my 401K, and in another three years or so I would begin collecting Social Security. Plus, my wife was still working so she paid all her own expenses, including her car. I had only taxes, insurance, utilities, food, gas, and my gym membership as monthly expenses. I could certainly afford to spend money on a great new hobby.
I began by scouting out all the locations one morning. I drove into the parking lot of each one, parked a few stores away, then casually strolled by, trying to see inside. All of them had the windows blocked out with pictures and advertisements. I began to realize that this was a common theme with Asian massage parlors. Each time, I would get aroused as I got nearer to the location. I would be excited and nervous as I slowed in front of each one. I could feel the pull from inside, beckoning me to enter and discover the carnal delights that awaited within. By the time I had checked out all seven, I was beside myself with arousal and horniness. I was on fire.
I felt a hunger for release and decided that today would be the day I ventured into my first new experience. I drove home and showered, again taking special care to get my cock, balls, and ass especially clean. Just a little washing of my cock had me getting an erection, and I had to force myself not to just go ahead and get off by myself. I wanted to be super-aroused at the new parlor.
I did a little grooming around the groin area, put on clean underwear and clean workout clothes and took off in my car. While driving, I realized that during my location scouting I had begun to feel that excitement and nervousness of going to a new place. I realized that I had lost that, going back to the Oasis multiple times. I would get aroused beforehand, but the queasy, nervous feeling of embarking on a new and uncharted adventure had been lacking. I was definitely feeling it in my cock and pelvis, where a distinct craving had been building up all day. The nervousness set in as soon as I left the house.
I stopped by the bank for two hundred in cash, not knowing the prices in a new place. I got back in my car and drove up the road towards the Happy Day Spa, which I had chosen for my first adventure. It was in a small shopping strip with only 4 or 5 other shops, set well off the road. My heart started pounding as soon as I pulled into the parking lot. My loins ached with desire. I realized that my hands were shaking slightly when I went to lock my car. I didn't know if it was from the sexual excitement of the day or from nervousness, but I knew I had to get it under control before I walked into the shop. I breathed deeply as I walked across the parking lot from where I had parked, calming myself.
With my heart beating out of my chest, I opened the door and walked in. There was a very modern, very clean, and very sparse waiting room with a counter on the right. Behind the counter was an elderly Chinese man. He greeted me with a smile, a repeated nodding of the head, and a thickly accented hello. As I approached the counter, a pleasant looking woman who appeared to be Asian, but multiracial, appeared from the corridor and stood next to the man. She had dyed her hair so it had hints of red in it and she appeared to be in her mid-fifties, fit, and trim. She wore a uniform of sorts, matching white pants and a blouse with black trim that you might expect to see a massage therapist wearing.
The woman greeted me with better English and the man stepped back, letting her take the lead. I told her I wanted a massage, one hour, full body. Sure enough, she pointed to the menu on the counter to confirm my choice. We agreed on the 60-minute full-body massage for $60 and she asked in pretty good English whether I wanted to pay in cash or by credit card. Aha! The "Pay First" program. I told her cash and, trying to control the slight nervous quiver in my hands, flashed my bankroll and paid her the sixty bucks.
She gave the cash to the old man, then led me back to a room about midway down on the left. It was obvious that I was the only one there, as all the doors stood open. She led me into the room and the first thing I noticed was that there was not only a top sheet on the massage table, but a thin velour blanket as well, both turned down for easy entry.
She told me "Face down," and left the room. While undressing, I felt my nervousness begin to ebb. The old man out front, the uniform, the top sheet and blanket. I was beginning to wonder if this was a Rub and Tug or just a massage parlor. They were open until 9:30 though, so that was a good sign.
After I had undressed and climbed between the sheets face down she reentered and introduced herself as Sarah. I told her my name and she said in reasonably good English, "Nice to meet you." She began my massage through the sheet and light blanket. My loins were still aching with desire, and I lay there hoping that the top sheet would soon be removed, and the fun would start. Her massage expertise was excellent, even through the sheet, which was confirmed when she lowered the sheet off my back, my legs and butt still covered, and applied oil for a thorough back massage.
If the sheet began to slip down while she massaged, she made sure to pull it back up to cover my butt. She made a little small talk now and then, being sure to call me by name, which I know from experience is a marketing technique, designed to develop a relationship with your customer.
Finishing my back, she rubbed my butt briefly by uncovering one side at a time and with each stroke, I was longing for the grazing of the sack. But no such luck. Again, with my legs, she would stroke right up to my balls but stop just short each time. I was so aroused overall from my day of exploring new parlors that I think I may have even moved my hips up involuntarily each time she got close to the sack. I was longing for her touch. But again, no such luck.
She did the hot stones and the hot moist towels, then came time for the flip. It was the standard, hold up the sheet to shield her vision while I turned over. "Last chance," I thought to myself. "If anything is going to happen, its going to be soon."
