Last Friday was our 30th anniversary. My husband, Jim came home on Thursday and asked if I wanted him to cook our anniversary meal the next day. That's just the kind of guy he is, offering to do something nice for me. With Covid keeping us from our favorite steak house, he was willing to give me the night off.
"No, thanks. I am planning your favorite meal, and a very special surprise for the wonderful man in my life." I moved to meet him near the front door.
"A surprise? Something naughty I hope!"
I reached up to kiss him on the lips. "Oh Jimmy, you have no idea!!"
My man lifted me off the floor so that my tiny, 5' tall and barely 100 pound body could meet him at his own level. At 6'2" and 220 lbs, my husband is strong and virile, and makes me feel so safe. He was dressed in his business suit, but I could picture his semi-naked body beneath, as he does his daily workouts downstairs. I love watching him, sweat dripping down his abs, the long lean muscles of his thighs as he performs his squatting routines. I cuddled into his brawny grasp, inhaling his manly pheromones, my vagina beginning to dampen.
Jimmy's hands slid along my waist and hips, but as his hand cupped my ass cheeks, I gave him a playful spank and told him he would have to wait for tomorrow. He frowned like a boy who just had his candy confiscated, but I paid no heed. We had supper and enjoyed our evening, with a few glasses of wine, but it was hands off until after our dinner, the next day. I told him not to be late, as dinner would be served promptly at 6 o'clock.
What I couldn't tell him was that there would be an extra person in our bed for our anniversary.
I had wanted to elevate our sexual exploits from our mostly vanilla lifestyle as a gift, on our special day. We have been in a bit of a routine of petting, oral, missionary or doggy style sex and an orgasm for each, with maybe a cuddle after. Oh, sure, we have those restraints under the bed corners, some sex toys and maybe a pair of handcuffs tucked away, all of them mostly gathering dust. But we are hardly a kinky couple. Our life together has been wonderful. We've raised two fine boys who now each have their own children, and have been empty nesters for more than 5 years. We have taken advantage of having sex in an empty house, even if it has been mostly what people would call vanilla sex.
I decided to up the ante for our 30th anniversary, and sneaked onto his computer last Monday, to see if Jim had a particular kink when he watches porn. I've never minded him watching any of that stuff, because his libido is much higher than mine, and he's always ready to answer the call when I do get horny. When I found out how much he watches Asian porn, I had to find a way to help that fantasy out. So, I called my brother Allan, who has been single for the last few years after a nasty divorce.
Allan and I have always been close, so I asked him how he would go about finding a local Asian girl if he were interested in that kind of thing. He told me that he's visited a few massage parlors in the downtown, and that they were pretty straight up businesses whose girls would provide happy endings when requested. He had frequented one in particular, as well as one girl that he liked a lot, and handed me the address. The good thing about Allan is that he knows when to help out his sister, but he also knows when not to ask any questions.
And so, I called up that parlor to arrange a massage Wednesday afternoon. The lobby was bright and clean, and the clerk asked my name. I told her I was Cindy, here to meet Nuhai. Soon after, Nuhai appeared and greeted me with a handshake and a simple bow. I followed her down a long narrow hall with 6 numbered doors, and she stopped at number 4.
I stepped in to a darkened room, shaded with candles and red curtains. She was perfect, probably 19 or 20 years old, standing 4'10, with almond eyes and pursed lips painted pink. She was wearing black tennis shoes, a pair of black leggings that molded to her lean calves and thighs, as well as to the swell of her pubic mound. Her blouse was pink silk, embroidered with a floral pattern. As small as I am (I have A cup breasts), she was certainly no bigger busted than I, although it was hard to tell as the beautiful material hung loosely over her chest. Her hair was cropped to a short, pixie cut with bangs, and her smile was gracious.
"Is this first time?" she asked, and I nodded. She told me that I would undress to my own comfort level, and then slip under the sheet. She would return when I was ready and would then begin. Nuhai offered a place for my clothes, and then left to allow me to undress. While I have never had a massage before, I didn't know any other way to approach someone to do something like this. I shed my jeans, socks and T-shirt, and climbed beneath the crisp, clean, top sheet, wearing only a pair of white cotton bikinis and matching bra, and laid face down.
When Nuhai came in, she adjusted the sheet and stood beside me, asking if I was comfortable. Her hands moved slowly over my torso above the thin layer of cloth, her first touches only to sooth and comfort me. As her hand meandered over my shoulders and back, they crossed over my skimpy bra straps. She rolled down the sheet from over my shoulders, until she stopped at the top of my panties, tucking it in at my hips. She then unclipped my bra and gently lifted each arm from the armhole. Nuhai told me to lift up, in order to remove the garment entirely. As I moved to my elbows, I pressed them into me, to keep from exposing my tiny breast to her. She slid the bra out and placed it neatly on top of my other clothes.
Nuhai began the massage with my shoulders and back, melting the muscles with each movement of her talented fingers. She then stepped to the foot of the table, and softly rubbed my toes beneath the cool, white sheet, lingering on each one as if it was as important as the next. Then the centers and sides of each foot were given similar caresses. I gently moaned, not ever having had this delicious treatment before, at least from a professional. She raised the sheet from over my feet and placed it at its other end, at the top of my panties; refolding the sheet again and again, until it covered only my scantily clad bottom. Her small hands worked wonders on my calves, nursing each one, bringing me to full relaxation.
Next, her hands pulled and stretched my muscular thighs, first along the outsides, following the length of each strand. Soon after, her hands coursed the long, lean muscles along the backs of my thighs. I was almost asleep at one point, given the calming effect of her touch. The girl took hold of my feet and lifted them slightly off the bed, parting them a few inches, so she could next access the insides of my thighs.
Nuhai added more oil and began a journey up from the inside of my knee, slowly advancing to the tender and seldom touched skin so very near my pussy, I felt my panties moisten, the heat from within me rising, to the point that I thought she might be able to see how the wetness had darkened the flimsy material between my legs. I began to worry that she might soon smell my arousal. The other leg received the same treatment, and this talented girl carried on without indicating that in any way that she could sense my awakening.
Nuhai spent much more time working these muscles, and on occasion flicked against the elastic separating my heat from her touch, and calmly moved away again. She used a velvety soft stroke across the top of the backs of my thighs, almost constantly in contact with the thin cotton fabric covering my bum. Her palms glanced over the damp cotton while her fingers remained massaging the warm skin nearby.
When Nuhai allowed her fingers to delve inside the leg band of my right buttock, I reached one hand back and stopped her. I had raised my head and turned to look at her. With my body twisted, I knew my right breast, what little there was, hung beneath, fully exposed. I was also aware that my nipple was already hard, aroused from her caring fingers, playing so near my pussy.
"You want full release?" she asked, looking warmly into my eyes. "I make you feel very good." Her eyes flicked down to see my brown nipple just dangling beneath me.
