Massage Therapy Ch 05 2

Layla was in the middle of her daily morning run, following familiar paths through her neighborhood that she had memorized by heart. John's sudden departure to the Bahamas had left her angry, frustrated, and unexpectedly excited.

Today was the day Layla had planned to meet Ashlyn's masseur and secret lover. Despite her mixed feelings, she remained determined, even if she still couldn't believe that she was actually going through with this seemingly depraved plan.

Layla took a breather near a bench and checked her phone for the time. Realizing that her appointment was still hours away, she let out an anxious and annoyed sigh; she was both nervous and eager to see the outcome of her scheme.

Sitting down, Layla noticed a text from Ashlyn, inviting her to hang out and have dinner later tonight. A brief moment of hesitation overcame the attractive brunette as she weighed her clashing commitments. It was always fun to hang out with her best friend, but she was now irreversibly invested in her determination to meet Ashlyn's Japanese masseur. There would be no turning back, no diversion, no distraction.

"Sorry, I have plans later tonight," Layla texted, feeling a tinge of guilt. "Maybe another time?"

A short moment later Ashlyn quickly replied,

"Plans? What could you possibly be doing tonight? I know today is one of your off days and didn't you tell me John abandoned you for his little getaway in the Bahamas?"

Her best friend was seemingly suspicious on the get-go, causing Layla's heart to race and scramble to create a convincing excuse in hopes of keeping Ashlyn from discovering her naughty scheme.

"I got behind with some paperwork at work a few days ago so I have to catch up on that, and later, I have to pick up some family from the airport, sorry, girl. But I'm totally free tomorrow if that's okay with you," Layla replied, satisfied that her text appeared believable. Ashlyn shadily went silent for what felt like hours before typing once again.

"Psh, you're no fun. But no worries, girl, we can hang out tomorrow."

Layla sighed, relieved that Ashlyn appeared to have bought the story. Again, she felt bad about lying to her closest friend, but it was for the sake of her insatiable curiosity.

Resting her phone against her chest, Layla's heart raced with a mix of exhilaration and remorse. The prospect of her massage session with a perverted and very hung Japanese man, which would assumingly lead to something much more than a mere 'massage' behind her husband's back felt so wrong, yet, so exciting; as this the part of the allure that Ashlyn was hooked on?

Finding herself subtly squeezing her loins together, Layla shook her many thoughts out of her head and went to type back a quick response to Ashlyn before resuming her run. She couldn't help but tingle with eagerness and excitement!

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Checking the time on her phone, Layla saw it was around 7:40 PM. She had been plagued with that anxious yet excited buzz all day, but it was finally approaching the time for her fateful session with Ashlyn's masseur and lover. Layla wore tight form-fitting black yoga pants and a simple white sweater that displayed some shoulder wanting to keep things casual, yet tastefully enticing. She styled her medium-length wavy brown hair into an alluring messy bun and applied some light makeup to enhance her already attractive features.

The train of thought behind the lengths she took to look presentable for a perverted old man eluded her. Perhaps it was her naughty subconscious dictating her actions.

Heading downstairs, Layla went to the counter near the garage door to grab her keys. But as she reached for them, her eyes unintentionally drifted onto a wedding photo of her and her husband. She reminisced on the better days of their early marriage with John in that framed moment. A sliver of regret leaked into her thoughts and a small voice of reason came calling out, urging her to call off this seemingly taboo rendezvous. However, her still simmering resentment toward John, and his recent selfish actions had sealed any desire to turn back. In her mind, Layla had convinced herself that she deserved whatever illicit thrill awaited her in that massage parlor and her actions were a form of revenge toward her husband.

Reaching her destination, Layla parked her car in a discreet location to avoid the possibility of recognition. Getting out, she felt the cold evening air, sending shivers down her spine. She would admit that her choice of yoga pants was not the brightest idea since they were pretty thin, but she was going to be indoors soon anyway.

Layla quickly strode to the very massage parlor that had swooped Ashlyn into the world of naughtiness and depravity. As she did, the brunette couldn't help but feel paranoid, constantly checking the empty parking lot to ensure no one recognized her presence.

The parlor's neon 'open' was turned off, but she knew that was just a formality. Layla had a private massage session just for her inside. She was one step closer to her taboo scheme. The thrill of the naughtiness heightened her underlying arousal.

Slowly opening the door, Layla cautiously entered. The main lobby was dark, lit only by a single lamp on the front desk. She had never been to a massage parlor before, so everything felt foreign. The air smelt like incense and the space had a distinct Asian aesthetic. However, Layla couldn't help but be curious about the ongoing renovations in parts of the parlor.

Layla couldn't find the owner scanning the building. "Um, hello?" she said, raising her voice, and stepping toward the front desk. Just then a figure peeked from around the corner of the beaded entrance in the back of the room, causing Layla to flinch and gasp.

"Hello there! Kon'nichiwa!" Goro cheerfully greeted, stepping through the beaded entrance to approach Layla. As he moved closer, the lighting from the lamp outlined his new customer's curvaceous silhouette, drawing his leering eyes.

Layla noted Goro's appearance. She couldn't believe that such a skinny old man carried around such a big package between his legs. "Oh, uh, hello, Mr. Tanaka. I'm here for my appointment," Layla uneasily replied with a small smile, her voice steady.

"Oh! You must be Layla!" the old Japanese man spoke happily, bowing his balding head. "Ah, yes, Ashlyn's friend, correct?" he recalled.

"Yes, I'm Ashlyn's friend," Layla responded, nervously fiddling with her thumbs. The old man hid a mischievous smirk. "Thank you for going out of your way and providing me with this session during your closing hours," the pretty brunette continued. However, deep down she knew that he would be more than eager to stay late with such an attractive young woman as herself.

"Of course! Of course!" Anything for my most loyal customer's friend!" the old man said with a cheerful grin.

"Most loyal customer?" Layla echoed her tone coy, knowing full well that Ashlyn was more than just a 'loyal customer'.

"Ah, yes, she is! She almost come here every day. A hard-working woman like her needs a lot of relaxation!" Goro replied with a subtle suggestive tone; his broken English and Japanese accent were more apparent than ever.

"Is that right..." Layla muttered. "Your massages must be really good then," she declared with a practiced feigned voice.

"Hm, 'good' is an understatement! Once we done here, you will be coming back for more! Guarantee! Guarantee!" the Asian man stated confidently. Layla involuntarily smirked at the old man's conviction. From what she witnessed, he could certainly put his money where his mouth was.

"I hope you're right, Mr. Tanaka. I've been through a lot of stress lately," Layla replied with a contrived stressed-out voice. Goro just subtly tilted his head.

"So, you are ready for session? I just finish up the room we will be using," he calmly spoke. Layla gave an affirming nod.

"Yes, I'm ready, let's do this," she answered, struggling to contain an excited smile; her stomach churned with the anticipation of what naughty things were to come in her impending massage session.

"Great! But first, payment," Goro said, handing Layla a tablet. "So you will be taking full service, yes?" Layla hesitated momentarily, with full knowledge of what this 'full service' entailed. But with a simple nod, she agreed. Goro stood closely beside her as she reviewed the bill. He reveled in the sweet fragrance wafting in his nostrils, making him hot and riled up, eager to begin Layla's 'massage'.

Layla flinched feeling his bony right hand placed around her hip; she could feel his fingers sink into her flesh ever so slightly. However, instead of being repulsed, she gave the old man an amused side-glance without him noticing. Layla's lack of resistance toward his rather suggestive advance emboldened Goro, compelling him to let his hand drift further down her hip, encroaching as close to her plush ass as possible without exceeding any personal boundaries.

"Woah, a hundred bucks?" Layla exclaimed in a hushed tone. "That seems like a lot, Mr. Tanaka..." Goro quizically arched his brow and shook his balding head.

"Trust, trust, this service is very worth it! I guarantee," he declared with certainty.

"Hmm, okay... I do like supporting small businesses anyway," Layla agreed, continuing to play coy. With a hidden smirk, she hovered her phone over the tablet, finalizing the payment. Goro let out a gratified hum, satisfied that the transaction was complete.

Releasing his grasp on Layla, Goro promptly walked over to the front door and locked it, ensuring their ultimate privacy. "Ah, let's get started, shall we? Allow me to show you the way," the old masseur instructed, returning to the attractive brunette and holding onto her hip once again. As he led her to the beaded entrance, Layla couldn't resist biting her lip from the thrill and arousal of the circumstances. Her heart skipped a beat feeling his wrinkly fingers subtly dig into her.

Led through the beads, Goro took Layla to the left, leading her to a room down the hall while maintaining a lecherous grasp on the attractive brunette. At the door, the old man politely opened it for Layla, allowing her to enter first before following himself, locking the door behind them.

Inside, Layla scanned her surroundings. The room was illuminated by only a few dim lamps and several candles, providing a warm and sensual atmosphere. Much of the space matched the main lobby area with its Asian decor. "Huh, how romantic..." Layla quietly mused to herself as the fragrance of the strong aromatics from the candles filled her nostrils.

A sizable futon at the center of the room, big enough for two people to comfortably lie on. Layla smirked knowingly wondering why that might be. Turing to Goro, she crossed her arms, looking to him for further instructions.

"You can put things in cubbies over there," Goro insisted, gesturing to a designated area of the room. "You can undress there," he added, pointing to a small space enclosed by a curtain. Stowing away her belongings, Layla proceeded to the changing area. However, just before she entered, Goro clarified, "Make sure to take off all your clothes." She could discern him trying to contain a devious grin.

Layla knowingly squinted at the old man, fully expecting this scenario. "Even my underwear?" she queried, feigning an uncertain tone.

Goro bobbed his balding head. "Yes, everything. It is important for massage that you have no clothes. Can get very messy, very messy!" Layla contemplated his explanation. Aside from his likely salacious intentions with her, it fairly made sense to her.

Stepping inside the changing area, she shut the curtain behind her and began to undress. Stripping herself of her clothes, Layla felt a heavy buzz of arousal fizzing throughout her body. It was as if she was in some sort of vivid wet dream or porn video, and instead of a young handsome adonis, it was a short skinny old Japanese man who happened to be hung like a horse. It was so uncanny, but oddly enough, that's what made things hotter; was this the reason why Ashlyn was doing this?

As Goro waited for Layla, the old man struggled to contain his excitement, with his cock eagerly throbbing under his white massage pants. His beady eyes hungrily watched the gap at the bottom of the curtain. He licked his drying lips seeing Layla slipping out of her shoes and removing her socks, revealing her pretty feet with nicely pedicured light blue toenails. Goro's cock sprang watching her leggings drop to her feet, then her black panties. The old bastard was dying to see Layla nude in all her beautiful glory.

Now fully nude, Layla carefully folded her clothes and placed them on a nearby table. Her amber eyes widened upon seeing the noticeable wet mark." She hadn't realized that she had grown wet this entire time. Slowly running her hands down her face, she bit her lip and quietly muttered, "Ugh, I'm such a naughty girl..." before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her perfect body.

However, as she finished knotting her towel, Layla noticed how small it was; it barely even went down her legs, stopping just above her mid-thigh. The towel was more akin to a short dress, showcasing her long-toned alluring legs for the world to see, well, just Goro in this case. The brunette smirked and amusingly shook her head knowing that this was definitely intentional on Goro's part.

"Hm, you dirty old man," she arousingly muttered, imagining his beady eyes eating up her alluring form. "Fuck... that's hot..."

Pulling away the curtain, Layla exited the changing area. What she saw caused her eyes to widen and gasp in surprise. In front of her stood Goro, wearing only a white loincloth, leaving the rest of his skinny old body on display. He might as well be naked! Her amber eyes made quick work scrutinizing his absurd choice of clothing. She observed the white triangular piece of cloth that barely managed to conceal his crotch and the thin strings that wrapped around his waist that seemingly held it all up together.

"Oh my god! Mr. Tanaka!" Layla exclaimed, shielding her face with her hands but allowing a big enough gap between her fingers to still see the old man. The brunette hadn't anticipated something like this to happen. She expected that Goro would be a little more subtle with his advances. This was anything but that!

"W-what are you wearing, Mr. Tanaka?? Is this sort of thing normal??" Layla stammered, hiding her flushed cheeks. Goro smirked as he confidently braced his hands on his hips.

"Hm, this? This is Japanese loincloth, fundoshi," he explained, providing its Japanese name. Layla stood frozen, unable to utter a word as she blankly stared at his basically naked body. He was so skinny and wrinkly. Despite all that, it was an anomaly that she knew that this man was more virile than anyone she had ever been with!

"And may I ask why you must be wearing that??" Layla continued, struggling to keep her eyes away from his crotch. She was supposed to be acting clueless, but now she was genuinely surprised.

"Ah, yes, a Japanese custom. It's a normal practice that enhances experience. Trust," Goro calmly insisted. A glint of apprehension fell on Layla's face as she tried to comprehend how such a revealing loincloth could enhance anything.

"You see," the old Japanese man began, pointing to a nearby boil full of translucent oil. "We will be doing Nuru massage. Clothes will only get messy if I wear them. So this is practical." Layla cautiously leered at the old man, understanding what 'messy' might mean. A surge of lustful excitement erupted within her. It was painfully obvious where this was leading. The idea that this almost nude old man touching up her naked body with his wrinkly perverted hands, ultimately leading up to her gradual seduction was so fucking hot to her. Layla squeezed her loins together picturing that this had happened to Ashlyn.

"Hmm, okay..." Layla agreed with a coy demeanor. Goro offered a wide smile and motioned her to come lay on the futon.

Doing as instructed, Layla carefully lowered herself down onto the futon. "We start with you back first. Lie on stomach," Goro informed. Nodding, the brunette lay flat on her stomach, humming comfortably at the soft sensation of the cushioning engulfing her body.

Once settled, Layla shifted her head to the side and sneakily glanced behind her as Goro kneeled to her left. As he reached over for her towel, a rush was anticipation swirled within her. He moved quickly, eagerly tugging at the knot. Layla's heart raced as she held a thrilled grin under the coy facade. She could see his beady eyes practically bursting from his sockets, impatient to see her naked body.

"Jeez, I'm not going anywhere, old man,"

Layla amusingly thought to herself.

With her towel finally unwrapped from around her torso, Layla immediately felt flustered and aroused. Her nude backside was now fully exposed to Goro, another man who wasn't her significant other. Discovering Goro suddenly starting to lick his lips sparked her flames of arousal to swell within her. She knew that he loved her smooth nicely tanned white skin, perfectly toned back, and voluptuous ass.

It made her so horny knowing that this man was hungry for her, unlike someone she was married to...

"Yeah, keep looking at me like that, you perverted old man. Yes... eat me up, get your fill,"

Layla mused to herself, with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Is there a problem, Mr. Tanaka? Layla cheekily asked, closing her eyes just enough so she could still monitor Goro. "Hm, and shouldn't I have a towel to cover my... you know..." she added, half-heartedly covering her ass with her hands, testing this old man's scheme.

Regaining focus, Goro shook his head and reassured her. "No problem! No problem! Just getting things ready! And don't worry about towel, don't worry. It will only get in the way." The Japanese masseur then grabbed Layla's hands, removing them from her butt with surprising strength and placing them to her sides.

"Oh?! You naughty little bastard,"

Layla secretly smirked.

As Goro reached over her body for the bowl of oil, Layla's gaze inadvertently locked onto his nether regions as his crotch drew near her face. It was unknown whether this was intentional or not. Her amber eyes lingered on his crotch, almost at eye level with her.

The brunette let out a quiet gasp making out an imprint of his large Japanese cock straining against his loin cloth.

"There you are big boy..."

she arousingly thought, subconsciously nibbling on her lip. Layla clenched her inner thighs, remembering the damage that cock could do.

"Ready, Layla?" Goro asked, retrieving the bowl of oil and returning to his original position. Layla took a deep breath and gave a confirming hum.

Not long after, the sensation of warm oil cascading onto her back elicited a content pur from the attractive brunette. Goro meticulously covered every inch of her body: from the graceful curves of her shoulders, down to the heels of her feet.

The sudden touch of Goro's aged hands against her skin brought out a small gasp for Layla's lips. An electric current of aroused anticipation coursed through her body, thoroughly impressed at the strength of his hands. The old masseur commenced a slow and deliberate massage, beginning from her shoulders and gradually working his way down.

His bony fingers skillfully pressed and kneaded at the fibers of her muscles, causing her tanned white skin to glisten in the light with oil in the ambient light. Layla found herself surrendering to the old man's touch and the initial purpose of her visit faded from her thoughts.

"Ohhh, mhmm, hmmmm," Layla involuntarily moaned at the sensation of Goro's fingers stroking deep into her back muscles.

Layla's breathing got slow and heavy feeling Goro's hands descending to her lower back. His thumbs traced down the center of her lower back all the way to her tailbone with well-practiced precision. Although she wasn't here for the massage part, Layla was certainly enjoying it.