I was in Philadelphia for a business trip, and I found an ad in one of the weekly newspapers for an Oriental massage parlor. I checked online and saw that it got good reviews, and so I phoned and made an appointment. I asked what the price was for a massage and "extra service" and the mama-san on the phone said $160. The place was only two blocks from the hotel I was staying at, so I said I would be over in fifteen minutes.
I had been travelling all day and hadn't showered yet, but decided that I would go straight over even though I was sweaty and a bit ripe from sitting in an airplane seat all day. Why waste time, I thought, and wasn't part of the service of a massage parlor the personal bathing done by the girls?
The door to the street was unmarked except the address, and led up a flight of stairs to another unmarked door. I knocked and a middle aged Asian woman answered and invited me into a living room. I told her that I had just called and she smiled and nodded, speaking in a heavy Korean accent. She shouted something in Korean towards a hallway that led to the back of the apartment, and a young Asian girl came running into the room. She was thin and surprisingly tall for an Asian. I had been used to little tiny Oriental girls in Japan and Thailand, usually no more than 100 lbs, and so this girl, who was probably at least 5'8, was unusually tall.
She wasn't beautiful, marred by the usual bad teeth that so many girls growing up in the Orient have, but she had a happy smile and seemed genuinely enthusiastic. She led me to one of the rooms down the hallway, and asked me with a voice just as heavily accented as her boss to take my clothes off. She wore a silk robe and slippers, and bowed after each sentence she spoke, exhibiting an alluring shyness. She asked if I wanted a bath and a massage, and I said I wanted full service tonight. She nodded and I passed her the money. She discretely pocketed the bills and folded my clothes on the chair as I stripped.
She then led me to another room with a vinyl bench, asking me to lie down on my stomach. Using a wooden bucket, she rinsed my body with warm water, rubbing me down with soap and giving me a vigorous light massage with both hands, before rinsing me off again with the bucket.
She then asked me to roll over and did the same on the other side, paying special attention to my cock. She soaped up my half hard member, stroking it using the soap as a lubricant, but before I was fully hard she rinsed me off and led me by the hand back to the other room. Signaling for me to lie down on the massage table, I climbed on and lay face down. She poured warm oil onto my back and gave me a hand massage, kneading my shoulders and rubbing my back down to my buttocks. She asked where I was from and my name. I lied, and then asked her where she was from. She said South Korea, and in response to my next question about how long she had been in the U.S., she said 6 months.
She signalled for me to roll over, and after a cursory massage of my chest, highlighted by her suckling on each of my nipples for several minutes, she used her mouth to roll a condom onto my erect cock and began bobbing her head up and down on my shaft. Her mouth was warm, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of wonderful friction as her lips stroked me. She used her tongue to swirl around my shaft, and I thought to myself that I wanted this to last, and so I began to concentrate on keeping my desire at a low boil.
She climbed up and mounted me, giving me a quick smile as I entered her pussy. I got a quick whiff of her musky smell as she opened her legs to climb on top, and I was surprised to smell her sex. Usually massage girls have to wet themselves with their saliva or with some lubricant and rarely have I smelled the tangy musk of wet Asian pussy. This girl must naturally get horny enough to lubricate herself, otherwise I would never have caught such a strong sniff of that unmistakable scent. You can't fake that smell, and I was suddenly extremely horny for this young girl.
