It was a long day and I was ready for something to ease my stressed body before a nice dinner with this new guy I met recently. I really wanted to make sure that this would be a special dinner. He would be a great catch!
My name is Hye-min, 25 year old, single, American-Korean living in the Bay Area. I've been working for an engineering consulting firm for the last five years as an administrative assistant. Unfortunately, there were no real prospects at work--besides it's a bad idea to date co-workers. But my good friend at work introduced me to another American-Korean, Danny, who was born in South Korea, but was naturalized a few years ago. He's not only good-looking, but also athletic, cultured, and kind.
I came to work early this morning in my usual working black dress, 2" black heels, and sheer tan pantyhose. Just before leaving for dinner, I changed quickly in the restroom for my date. I changed into a flared black skirt, sheer white blouse, black garter belt, sheer RHT off-black stockings, and even sheerer black panties. I imagined what I would look like--pretty hot--but classy. Only I would knew what I had on underneath.
But before the date, I had already scheduled an appointment with my regular masseur down the street. Masu ran a one-person clinic and only had a select clientele. No walk-ins, just by referral. Fortunately, a co-worker introduced me to Masu the other year and I've been a steady customer since. His magical fingers did wonders to the human body. I was feeling horny, so I thought I would treat him to a special experience for a change.
Masu was in his early 30s, muscular, and good-looking--but he lost his eyesight as a teenager. Massage work suited him well. Back in his home country of Japan, blind masseurs were somewhat known for being skilled in the vocation. Masu had a steady income and loyal customers, so his clinic was thriving. His techniques involved mostly shiatsu (pressure point massage) plus some western styles such as Swedish.
Today would be a little different because I was in a hurry between work and dinner. It would be in and out with not too much time for my regular 1-1/2 hour massage. I was already wondering how I would get a decent massage in only an hour.
Walking along the busy street, perhaps only I noticed the swishing sound of my sheer nylons rubbing against each other. I felt excited by the sensation of nylons under my swirling skirt and the cool breeze against my sheer panties, unhampered by constricting pantyhose.
A few minutes later, I came to Masu's clinic which was tucked in between a mom-and-pop grocery store and a liquor shop. The only clue was a small hand-made sign with the Japanese katakana for "massaji". Masu didn't want too many people bothering him, especially while he was with a client.
I rang the doorbell and Masu came to the door expecting me. "Hi, this is Hye-min for my 5:30 appointment." Masu replied, "Yes, I know. I was expecting you. You're always on time. Please come in." Masu was dressed in loose white shorts and a Japanese style hakata top tied at the waist. It was comfortable, cool, and allowed easy movement.
Masu ushered me into the interior room with subdued lighting and a massage table set up in the center. He didn't bother with a dressing area for clients because they knew that he wouldn't care. I knew the drill.
I walked over to the clothes rack and slipped off my heels. "OK, Masu, I'll get ready. Just a moment...." I unzipped my skirt, slipped it off, and hung it up on the rack. No slip to bother with, so I next slipped off my blouse which I also hung up on the rack.
Next, my bra came off--but I left on my garter belt, nylons and panties. I thought this massage could be a little different if I left my nylons on for a change. How would Masu react?
Masu had laid out a clean white sheet on the massage table. He never bothered to lay out another sheet to cover his client's bodies because he couldn't see anything--and that seemed OK with his clients. I got on the table face down as usual, and placed my face in the head support. With the soft piano music in the background, I could already feel the day's stress leaving my weary body. The faint fragrance of bamboo incense further relaxed me before Masu even began.
Masu called out, "Are you ready?"
I replied, "Yes, Masu, anytime."
Masu came up to the table and asked, "How have you been? It's been a couple of weeks since your last appointment."
I answered, "Pretty good, Masu. It's been super busy at work, but I'm still employed! Can't complain at all."
Masu said, "OK, I'll start with your neck and shoulders first like always, then work my way down. You said earlier that you had to take off for dinner, so I'll plan on a one-hour course with time for you to clean up."
With that, standing by the side of the massage table, Masu laid his warm hands on my back and pressed down on my spine with his palms. He steadily pressed down, released, and moved down my back until he stopped short of my garter belt.
I felt a twinge of excitement as he was close to discovering what I had left on. Masu moved back up to my neck and shoulders and found all the magic pressure points to release pent up stress and unkink knots. My mind drifted as he worked his magic. I almost forgot that I had left my garter belt, stockings and panties on.
Next, Masu climbed on the massage table to straddle my back so that he could work from on top instead of from the side. He continued to hit all the pressure points along my neck, shoulders, and down the spine, all the way to my lower back. Although his knees and legs were alongside my hips and thighs, he did not seem to have discovered that I was wearing a garter belt and nylons. That would be coming soon.... I could already feel a moistness in my crotch.
