My earlier forays into massage consisted of trying to balance my need to get a deep-tissue massage to fend off all of the sports-related muscle tension and my experimentation with erotic massage. Being in the city, the location was also a consideration. I'd often be trying to get an appointment at the end of the workday and I didn't want to be fighting cross-town traffic on the way to a relaxation massage. Bumper-to-bumper traffic was more conducive to adding even more shoulder tension. Not the best way to arrive at a massage appointment.
If I could find the combination of a girl who had the skill of muscle release along with an erotic touch, it was like a dream come true.
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Ming advertised traditional Chinese therapeutic massage, acupressure and cupping. The location was close to my work, and although English was not her first language, our phone conversation led me to believe that she knew how to do deep tissue massage. I researched the ad but found no reviews for her services online on the erotic massage forum. The price advertised also suggested that this was a straight-up traditional massage, nothing more.
That was okay. My regular forays into sports activities left me with lots of sore muscles. Almost every massage treatment I went to was beneficial in some way. I booked a four pm appointment with Ming. De-tensioning and decompressing the work week meant Fridays were my favourite day for a massage
I took a few turns around the block to locate parking, but I was still on time. It was a residential cookie-cutter unremarkable split-level home. A well-kept yard but nothing fancy. Without a doorbell, I bypassed the cast-iron mail slot door knocker combo and simply tapped on the wood portion of the front door.
Ming was a pleasant-looking Chinese lady. She didn't have much makeup on, but her oval face had a perfect complexion. I pegged her to be about forty years old. She had kind eyes and was dressed in a conservative gown with medical-like cream-coloured pants. I surmised she might have been one of those traditional-medicine types of people. That was reinforced when she let me in. An elderly gentleman was just finishing up a cup of Chinese loose-leaf herbal tea and thanking Ming for the treatment.
This should be interesting, I thought. A totally straight-up traditional Chinese massage. I reminded myself to check the ceiling for hand grips. I did not want her or anyone else walking on my back.
The shelves in the room contained several Feng Shui arranged items and good luck charms. Walls in the treatment room were decorated with Acupressure and Acupuncture anatomy diagrams. I smirked when I looked at the graphically depicted points of interest marked at the male genitals. I wondered if anyone actually did that? Maybe I should put it on my bucket list.
In a very softly intoned broken English, Ming said, "Undressing everything here." Then pointed to a solo wood chair in the corner.
"Sure." Ming left the room. It was not the first time I had been nude for a massage. Only when I went to lay down on the table did I notice that there was nothing for draping myself. No sheet, no towel, nothing!
Temperature-wise, the incense-scented room was comfortably warm. Oh well. I guess I would find out if she forgot to give me a towel, or not. I didn't want to be caught naked with a semi-erect penis flopping around, so I didn't waste any more time looking for draping. I got up on the table and shuffled until my face was in the table hole. Eroticism was not far from my mind either so I decided to push my member down south between my thighs and test potential opportunities. Conscientiously, I did not part my legs and expose myself, but my cock was there just in case Ming was sensual with her touch.
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"Ready?" Ming's knock was barely audible.
"Uh-huh, yes" My voice as usual was muffled by the massage table.
Almost silently she moved about the room. My ears were alert, trying to detect the sounds of anything at all she was doing. Other than a few light clicks, I could not hear a thing. I also awaited the application of a draping.
There was none. Okay, this was going to be interesting especially when I rolled over.
With the anticipated Chinese Acupressure mannerisms, Ming moved her small hands over my back skillfully identifying the tight muscles. "You sporting?"
I didn't understand the question. "Sorry, I don't know what you mean?"
She paused searching to find the words or translation. "You exercise?"
I clued in. "Oh yeah I weightlift and I do exercise."
"You very nice!" Firmly, Ming moved her hands over the small of my back, then glutes, giving my cheeks a good kneading squeeze. It felt like a tease.
The touch was cock-awakening. Pressing into the sheets I warmed and thickened. Intuitively I knew this was going to be a good massage. I didn't know how good, but my Spidey-senses were tingling.
"Thank you."
Delicately her hands traced symmetrically down the back of my legs from my thighs to my ankles. Pressing her thumbs firmly into the balls of my feet, Ming worked out some tension there without making me wince too much before kneading my calf muscles. It wasn't like the typical arduous pain-inflicting deep tissue massage. Instead, she was holding pressure at various places. Something rang true about traditional Acupressure massage. Ming knew the precise spots to trigger tension release in a lot of the muscles.
Tightness melted fast in my lower legs. I wasn't expecting what happened next. Authoritatively Ming pushed my ankles apart. It felt like she spread them six feet apart. In reality, it was probably only three feet apart, but my feet were no longer supported by the table.
Well, the equipment is exposed now! I thought to myself.
Ming combined pressure points with an unusual swishing movement with her hands. Each hand movement concluded with a snap of the wrist. I'm not sure if it was to do with a traditional massage or just Ming's style but I liked it.
Reaching the top of my inner thighs, her fingertips just grazed the exposed part of my ball-sacks. "Ohhhh," I let out an approving airy sigh. I was hoping for more of this touch. Much more.
Ming disappointed me and returned to the back massage.
"Cupping, you try?" Ming's voice was inviting in her question.
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"Yes, I'll try." I propped myself up to see the unusually shaped glass cups. They had a bulbous end and narrow neck. Ming was applying steam or something that vapourized inside the clear glass.
Placing my face back down, I awaited the feeling of the cups being applied.
Heated rims of each glass were placed on my back and slid into position. Without seeing, I can't say, but it felt like at least eight to ten cups were placed on my upper and mid-back. To be honest aside from the placement of the cups, I didn't feel anything while they remained on my back.
Gracing my body with her massage skills, Ming used her fingertips ever so slightly on my low back, inching lower until she reached my ass. Sensuously she circled the two globes. My cock throbbed to a meaty cylinder pressing into the massage mattress. She circled and circled until finally, the time came for the removal of the cups.
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The feather-like swishing of her hands resumed side-to-side across my back, again moving lower and lower until she was glazing my butt cheeks again. I could not believe how arousing it was. Her hands paused one pressing into my butt muscles and one into my shoulder blades.
"Strong man." Holding her hands in a steady pressure, she complimented me again.
"Thank you." Just as I answered Ming's hand slid down the middle of my butt cheeks toward my balls.
