Fei had been my personal massage therapist for several years, visiting my apartment regularly every couple of weeks, bringing along her massage table and all of her gear, including aroma candles, incense, soothing relaxation music and of course many different massage oils. Whenever she gave me a massage, it was a very special and relaxing night for me, as she was very experienced and excellent in all she did, combining relaxing and deep tissue massage with Eastern methods such as acupressure and energy work. Over the years, we had developed sort of a friendship, talking about many personal issues during and after her sessions, and getting to know each other quite well.
Fei was in her early fifties and was a single mom to an only daughter, who had recently graduated from high school and was now in her freshman year in a college quite far away from where I lived. Fei told me that she came to the U.S. when she was in her early twenties, just having started medical school in China, since her husband was accepted at a prestigious graduate school in engineering. Since his income after graduation was quite good, she didn't feel the need to continue her education and rather decided to have fun and enjoy life. But only three years after her daughter was born, her husband died of a sudden severe disease, and she found herself having to take care of her daughter with little opportunities to make money. That's when a friend suggested to her to attend massage school, and she used her late husband's life insurance payout for the tuition.
Despite her age, Fei had been taken very good care of her body and health and looked more like being in her thirties than her actual age. She was about 5'2" tall and had a petite figure, not overly slim but certainly not overweight either. Her face was round and featured thin lips, a cute little nose, and warm dark brown eyes. She usually wore her fine black hair rather short, rarely even down to her shoulders. Although her hands were small and her fingers rather thin and short, she was able to use them very effectively and exert just the perfect pressure on whatever area of my body she was working on.
One evening, I noticed her being less cheerful and upbeat than I was used to seeing her, and when I asked her about it, she shared that she hadn't felt well for a while, being all by herself for the first time in many years, her daughter now in college. Thousands of miles away, and she was having a very hard time adjusting to the new situation. It was not very often that I saw her so down and negative, and even during her massage, despite of all her efforts to do the best she could for me, I noticed that she was not her usual self and that her emotional distress affected the quality of her work.
After the massage session, we talked some more about her situation and how she could be able to cope with it. Then I suddenly had a very odd thought in my head. I tried to dismiss it at first as crazy and ridiculous but it kept coming back. So eventually, I just had to ask Fei.
"I wonder, Fei, if...," I started hesitantly, "if you would like to get a massage yourself..."
Fei looked at me with her warm brown eyes, a big expression of surprise in her face.
"Well, I mean, well... not just a massage in general...," I continued, still a bit uncertain if I should go there. "What I meant to say is whether you would like to just lay down on your table, relax, and let me treat you to a massage..."
Fei's eyes opened even wider, obviously still trying to figure out what it was that I was asking her. While I had taken a couple of massage classes many years back, I never had followed up much or practiced; that's why this thought came at such a surprise to me, and I predicted that she probably would decline my offer anyways and not feel comfortable with it.
"You mean... we reverse roles? You want to give me a massage?" Fei now caught on to what my suggestion was about, and a subtle smile crossed her face. It seemed as if she would be open to the idea...
"Exactly, Fei," I replied. "How would you feel about this?"
She took a while to consider her options, but then got up from her chair, approached me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Thank you, this is very kind of you!"
Minutes later, I returned to my living room after taking a quick break in the kitchen, drinking some water, and Fei had already undressed and lay with her belly down on top of her massage table, her eyes closed, and with a sheet wrapped around the torso of her body. As I entered the dimly lit room, the soothing relaxation music going on in the background and several aroma candles burning, she briefly looked at me with a cute smile and said "Thank you so much!". Then she took a couple of deep relaxing breaths, while closing her eyes again.
At first I felt a bit uncomfortable in the role as massage therapist with my scant knowledge and almost zero experience, but then I thought, it's all about Fei and helping her relax and get in a better state of being; I realized she would not judge me for my skills doing the massage. I decided to follow a sequence similar to her own typical routine, the way she usually did her massage work for me, starting at the head, then working on neck and shoulders, moving to the arms and legs and finally massaging the back.
Touching Fei's head felt so good, I was inspired to provide her with a gentle scalp massage, and then paid attention to her neck and shoulders areas where I noticed many tender spots. I worked on her cautiously, only exerting small pressure, so not to hurt her unintentionally. I heard her breathing more loudly, and she started to moan, as my hands went over her shoulders and then down her strong arms. I took her hand into mine and pulled each of her small fingers, similarly as she usually did with mine, followed by a massage of her palm. Then the other side, the other arm and hand...it felt so good to gently move my hands over her soft skin and provide her with a gentle but still firm massage, that my arousal slowly started to increase. I hadn't thought about this aspect when offering her a massage as a friend, but it was undeniable that the longer the massage went on, the more I enjoyed it also from a sexual side, and Fei's breathing and moaning contributed additional fuel to my internal fire.
It was now time to work on her legs and feet, which for me felt even more arousing than her arms and hands, and I had to restrict myself not to take her feet to my face to kiss and lick them, which would have brought me over the edge prematurely... However, I did spend some time massaging her feet all over, on their ankles, tops, soles, and also giving a gentle rub to each of her cute little toes...
Finally it was time for massaging Fei's back and I slowly pulled down the sheet from her back, exposing her all the way to her waist. She had taken her bra off, which allowed me to access every inch and every spot on her back without hindrances from a bra...
I decided that it was time to put a bit more pressure on her body, and so my massage moved from Swedish style to deep tissue style, obviously to her satisfaction, as her moaning became more pronounced, and as she said to me to :keep going like that" several times. at some point I had to also massage the sides of her torso, and naturally, my hands touched the sides of her breasts, not sure if this was still massage therapist etiquette or beyond that, but again, Fei's reaction was positive throughout, and she never with not a single word told me to stop anything I did.
I remembered from some of my massage classes that the butt muscles are connected with the muscles on the back and should not be ignored, so I pulled down the sheet all the way, exposing Fei now entirely in front of me. What a beautiful sight, seeing this nude Asian woman in front of me on the table with her soft, wonderfully erotic skin, and, not even wearing panties as it turns out. Is she always going for massages like that? I wondered, or was this one a special occasion for her...?
