My sister, well my half sister, has been addicted to Korean spas since she studied in Pusan. When I turned 18 the first thing she wanted to do was drag me to a spa.
I didn't really want to go, honestly who wants to see naked old people chilling in flip flops. I was really disappointed when she told me my birthday present was a day at the spa. I felt like she really got a present for herself. What I wanted was a Playstation 3 and what I thought I was getting was naked ahjumas.
The day after my birthday she took me to K-town in Manhattan. The place was nicer than I thought it would be, there were cheerful lighting and despite the narrow hallways it seemed like a nice homey place. It smelled wonderful , like mint and jasmine.
Most of the rooms were segregated by gender, the staff whisked you from room to room doing all kinds of things, wrapping you in leaves in one room, soaking you in mud in another. Between the wonderful smells soothing sound and hot stones on my back I found myself surprisingly having a blast. Around the four hour mark my sister asked me to rest in a small sauna with her.
We sat listening to a rich violin solo when my sister turned to me and asked.
"Every got your boji waxed?"
"No," I said "isn't easier to just shave"
"Its not about the hair." she said smiling knowingly.
"It's not?"
"No" she said with a sigh at my apparent navite.
There was a switch next to the door that was used to call and attendant , my sister flicked it. After a few moments a rosy cheeked girl came to assist us. Most of these places employed newly arrived people so I could see that she was nervous to talk to me, likely assuming I only spoke English. She turned to my sister and after a brief exchange in Korean I was following her out of the room.
"Jaila!," My sister screamed before I could leave, she was tugging on the bottom of my towel. "You're booty didn't feel a draft?"
The attendant didn't bother to try not to snicker it must have been funny for her to see me try to fit my large breasts and bum into the towel made for skinny Korean girls I was provided. After I was somewhat decent I was led down the long narrow hallway to a new room. The attendant told me very slowly and very loudly to wait there.
The room was very small and only had a massage table and various beauty supplies and scented lotions.
I clung to my towel and hopped on the table. I was admiring my wiggling toes when the door opened and I was surprised to see a man standing before me.
He was handsome, very strong angular features. He stood about 6'1, the few grey hairs he had showed despite youthful looks he might be in his early 40s. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Are you feeling comfortable?" he asked me in Korean.
I nodded my head.
"Do you speak English?" I asked him in my infantile Korean.
"Sure thing" he reapplied with a South Queens accent. Despite the drawl he voice was deep and sexy.
I could feel all the blood in my cheeks and I knew I must be blushing. I could feel his eyes on my body as he asked.
"What type of wax do you want?"
I shyly pointed at his destination and looked at my wiggling toes again.
"No need to be shy," he said " lie on your back please."
I awkwardly maneuvered myself and my too small towel into the position he desired. It was by some miracle that I didn't expose myself.
"Let's get started" he abruptly yanked my towel to my navel leaving my goodies out in the open.
"How old are you? He asked as he powdered me like a infant.
"18, I said my birthday was 2 days ago."
"Well, happy birthday." He said as he used a wide Popsicle stick to smear hot wax on my Venus mound.
"Thanks"
"Did you get what you wanted?" He said as he put a strip of cloth on the patch.
I was about to answer when with no warning at all he sadistically yanked that cloth with all the power he had. I don't know if it was the shock of the experience or the pain , but all I could remember next was smelling a strong scent. Something like tiger balm and Indian food. I jolted back in to consciousness and i was still lying on my back.
"I take it this was your first time? Its all over now."
I didn't answer him and swung my legs over and onto the floor to inspect his handy work. I was clean as a whistle and bare as the day I was born.
"Would you like a massage?" he asked.
"Are you going to do that again?"
"Well, you don't have any hair left so I wouldn't waste the wax."
I rolled my eyes and got back on the table.
"Lay on your back please."
Hi hands wandered down my back working various muscles, most of which were only tense becuase of the abuse my happy patch had previously endured. His hands moved from the small of my back to my hips and curiously over my round behind and the back of my thighs.
I had never had a massage before so I thought nothing of it until he raised my towel giving him a full view of my ass. He slowly massaged my thighs. Color rushed to my face, I was completely embarrassed by how aroused I was by this stranger touching me.
His hands were rubbing my bare hips and my pussy was pulsating with want. I knew I shouldn't be allowing this man, who was most likely old enough to be my father, carry on the way he was. Of course I could see why he couldn't help it. Most of the women he see have to be wrinkly and old, then here I come fresh and barely legal with the thickness. Why not let the poor guy cop a feel, it wasn't like I wasn't enjoying myself.
"Would you like to turn over?" He asked, I complied silently.
He was a big boy, and his khakis weren't doing to good a job of hiding that or his arousal. He began to work the front of my thighs under my towel, my skin tingled with his touch. The terrycloth was torture against my aroused nipples. His hands ventured to my inner thigh and began inching closer and closer to my place. The closer he got the more excited I became.
To my disappointment he withdrew his hands from under my towel and began to massage my lower legs. After working on my feet and toes he began the long journey back to the trunk of my body.
"You're very pretty down there." He said breaking the long silence we shared.
I didn't know what to say, but I found myself saying "Thanks."
I tried not to look at his obvious erection and turned my head to the fake Monet on the wall. I knew he must be enjoying how red my face had become. His strong hands were at the top of my thighs, I tried to hold in a gasp of shock as his finger lightly ran up my wet pussy lips. My whole body reacted as if his finger was made of lightening. He laughed and brought his finger to his mouth.
"Taste good too." He cooed.
This was when I was supposed to be a responsible person and scream bloody murder, but I was 18 and if you can't do stupid shit when you're 18 when can you? Not to mention what was the use of saying No at this point, my body was screaming Yes louder than my mouth ever could. I said nothing he took the silence as consent and returned his hand to my pussy.
He slowly and gently rubbed his fingers along my lips and clit and my hips instinctively moved with his rhythm.
I tried to keep quiet , for all I knew these walls were paper thin. I must have been doing a lousy job becuase I found his hand covering my mouth as his other hand. He removed it and mad the universal "shh" gesture.
