I enter the Asian massage parlor feeling a bit apprehensive. My boss Kevin (who is the same age as myself) had surprised me with a gift to this place, and I should feel happy. However, Kevin loves practical jokes. So I don't really know what to expect. "My secretary scheduled the massage for you and has paid for it in advance, including the tip", he tells me, "so relax and enjoy yourself. Best of all, the girls at this place wear nothing underneath their kimonos, so you are sure to get a happy ending."
*Hopefully the masseuse will really be a woman,* I think to myself as I enter.
"Can I help you?" asks the cheerful, 20-something year old Asian girl sitting behind the front counter.
"Yeah, I'm Jake?" I say nervously. "I've got an appointment for eleven o'clock."
"Yes, Mr. Jake. Your session is with Cindy," she tells me. "Please to follow me."
I enter a door leading into the building and we step down a hallway with industrial carpet. Doors line each side and she motions me inside one. It's a darkened room that has one dim light. Soft Asian music plays in the background, and a low massage table stands in the middle of the room. "Get completely undressed, including your underwear," she instructs. She points to a chair in a corner. "You can put your clothes on the chair over there," she advises. After closing the door, she leaves.
I undress hurriedly and see my reflection in a clock hanging on the wall. Even though I need to lose twenty pounds, many people tell me that I still look like a surfer because of my blonde hair, blue eyes and once muscular frame. However, I am now 48, divorced and have just recently joined a gym. I am hoping to get back out into the dating market. To be honest, most people don't believe that I have never surfed because I live a few blocks away from the Pacific Ocean, but the currents from the Gulf of Alaska make the California ocean water close to freezing. So yeah, it's true, I've never surfed.
Before I get on the massage table, I grab a towel from a nearby sink area and cover my rear end. I don't want to scare away the poor girl by completely exposing my bright white ass. In addition, the massage table that I lie on has got to be the lowest massage table in the world. The table stands maybe three feet off the floor. Besides being extra low to the ground, it's extra-wide too. It has a built-in face-cradle, so I poke my face through the tissue that surrounds it, close my eyes and wait. My heart thumps to the rhythm of the Chinese music as I wonder who and what awaits me.
The door opens with a sudden hushed sound then shuts tight. I hear the shuffling sound of someone stepping towards me but I resist looking up.
I smell a hint of jasmine mixed with pineapple and feel a pair of soft female hands. Someone completely removes the terry-cloth towel covering my waist to completely expose my bare buttocks. However, she rearranges the towel and puts it back on me so it now covers my entire back as well as my rear end.
She bends forward on the table and I can actually feel her knees touching my ribs as she presses down firmly on my toweled spine with her forearms. She starts near my shoulder blades and works her way slowly down the towel to my ass. I take several deep breaths as she puts her entire weight down on my body. My back cracks loudly a few times due to her pressure and when one side is done, she moves off the table, slowly goes to my other side and kneels down again with her knees beside me on that side. She presses down with measured pressure and I hear more crackling coming from my back, but it does feel relaxing.
Done with that, she returns to the other side, giving me time to inhale deeply. She tugs the towel down to expose my back and shoulders and kneels back down in the same position. Now she expertly smooths my skin with oil on her hands. I feel her bare forearms on my shoulder blades and back. Next come her elbows. She does each side with the same methodical strokes and I can feel the sleeves of her silk kimono touch my skin. What the heck. I close my eyes and let out a contented sigh. She moves off the table, steps to the other side, kneels beside me and using her elbows and forearms, she grinds out the knots on the other side of my body too.
Now I understand why the table is so low and wide. It makes it easier for to put her body weight on my back.
The soft Chinese background music changes to a new song and I feel the towel being tugged off my ass. She elbows my glutes and squirts extra oil on the backs of my legs. I feel her soft hands exploring my hamstrings. I'm nearly half asleep from being so relaxed, but now as her fingers push, pull and make circles on the back of my legs, I can feel my member becoming rigid beneath me. She pulls my legs apart and her fingers rub the muscles under my groin and millimeters from my ball sack. Does she realize what she is doing, I wonder? My heart races as she stops, changes position and now uses her forearms on my ass as if she's trying to smooth my butt, but her nose seems awfully to my asshole. Her silk kimono feels somewhat erotic as it brushes against my hamstrings too and my precum leaks onto the sheet beneath me.
"Your first time here?" I hear her ask me. Her voice sounds definitely feminine.
"Yes," I answer. "What's your name?"
"Cindy,"
"I'm Jake."
"Ahh, Jake," she repeats. Then after a few seconds, I add, "My boss, Kevin comes here all the time."
"Ah Kevin, you know Kevin?"
"Yes. I, um, I work for him."
"Ahh."
She wriggles her hands under my hip bones again and just as she touches my hairy pubic area, she stops. She does this over and over and over, making me squirm. Her fingers are so close to my rigid cock I can almost scream.
Done with that part, she taps my legs encouraging me to spread them out wider on the table, so I oblige. She then pats my butt and helps me lift my ass up in the air. I take my face out of the cradle and lift myself up to my elbows. My balls dangle freely but she doesn't mind. I can feel her fingers exploring my inner thighs. She expertly presses two pressure points next to my testicles and holds the tension for a good 20 seconds before she finally releases. I blush as her silk kimono accidentally brushes against my balls. The smooth, silk kimono feels like heaven.
She pats my butt, signaling me to lower my ass.
I obey her command and reinsert my face back into the face-cradle. A soft swishing sound as she moves towards my head. I hear a bottle gurgle and feel her warm oily hands on my neck. She massages my neck gently, over and over with her two hands and then she leans forward. Her mouth is thisclose to my right ear.
"Are you hard?" she whispers.
My eyes bulge. At first I can't utter a word. Am I hard? Yes, I am hard. But is that really what she meant? "Yes," I admit as my heart continues to beat one hundred miles a second.
She moves away from the table and I lift my face sideways to look over. Is she going to strip? Instead I see a young 30 year-old Asian woman wearing a kimono stepping to the wall and flipping on a light switch. The sound of a ceiling fan above me begins to hum and I feel like a fool.
I return my face to the cradle. Oh my God. What an idiot I am, I decide. I shamefully blush. She wanted to know if I was hot - not hard. How embarrassing.
Still, I did manage to get a good look at her pretty face as she looked back at me. She is pleasantly plump, with long, dark hair and a pleasant smile. I wonder what she looks like under that kimono? Is she really naked?
She massages my neck and shoulders very professionally, over and over.
Jeez. Kevin has pulled another fast one by setting me up with Cindy. I'm glad she's not a dude, but as far as happy endings go, she seems too professional. She's probably the only girl here who will NOT give a happy ending, I decide.
Cindy steps away again and I hear as she moves in the direction near my feet.
I hear her shake her massage oil bottle and then I hear another sound. Is that material softly falling? My eyes widen. Was that her kimono? Did she take it off? Nah, it couldn't be. Cindy was near my feet where the shelf with the towels is located. She probably dropped a towel. That's it. I feel a sensation of terry-cloth being placed on my ass to cover it. Yep, that's exactly what it is I decide.
She bends one leg and using her knuckles, Cindy tortures the shit out of the bottom of my foot. Her knuckles dig into my arch so hard that it honestly feels painful. She does my other foot the same way and I'm about to call out a safe word when I feel the towel on my ass get yanked off. Whew, at least the foot torture has stopped. My naked ass is now exposed to the world.
I hear the towel fall to the floor. A creaking noise as Cindy climbs back onto the massage table from behind me. She pushes my legs together and then straddles me. I feel her warm bare skin touching the outsides of my legs, skin on skin. Hmm, that feels nice. She works on my ass and lower back using her elbows then goes under to work my hips and finally her hands move up my spine from my tailbone all the way up to my neck. Over and over. Mmm it feels amazing.