This event occurred many years ago. I wrote it about a month afterwards, so that I would always remember it. I wasn't blogging then, and had no plans to.
This is part 2. I posted part 1 last time. For this blog, I've replaced her name with "Coco".
In the 2 weeks between my 1st and 2nd visits to a local Asian massage parlor, my mind raced with scenarios:
1. Would she take it to the next level and provide hand jobs? Blowjobs? I got neither, but maybe it was because I was a first-timer, I rationalized.
2. Would there be a possibility of some CFNM action? With multiple masseuses present?
3. If those kinds of services weren’t allowed for business reasons, would individual masseuses make house calls? Maybe even work out of their own place?
Inquiring minds want to know. I was interested in pursuing anything short of actual intercourse.
About 2 weeks later, I stopped in to make an appointment for later that week. I really didn’t want to be “on record” with an appointment, but I wanted to see the same masseuse as before, so I left a name but no phone number.
Over the next few days, I made sure I was ready for any eventuality. That morning, I shaved my intimate areas, to present a well-groomed playground, as it were.
Also, I read where guys are always embarrassed if when they flip over, they are sporting a hard-on. WTF? I’m more worried about under-representing myself, if you know what I mean. To that end, I popped a Cialis about an hour before go-time. I remembered the shrinkage-inducing cold room last time, and wanted a better showing this time.
So, I arrived at the place a few minutes early, and was greeted by the same receptionist as before. This time I had a 2-hour session, and she showed me to a room in the back (a different, much warmer room than before). After she left, I undressed and got under the sheet, adjusting myself so I was in the “down” position and would be visible between my legs.
A few minutes later, Coco came in, and asked if I had been here before. “Yes, I was here two weeks ago to see you” I replied. She began by standing beside me and slid her hands in opposite directions – one toward my shoulders and one toward my butt, then pressing down like she was trying to flatten me out. This was all done over the sheet covering. “Hmm”, I thought. “What happened to her bareback massage technique?”
She did this for a short time, then climbed up on the table and balanced herself on top of me (her knees on my ass) and paddled her feet. I remembered this move from last time. That was followed by her sliding her knees down on each side of my hips, so that she was straddling my ass. “Nice, but so much nicer if she was also nude” I thought.
After a few minutes of this, Coco got down to business as before. Standing at the head of the table, she slid the sheet down below my ass and began long rubbing strokes from my shoulders to my ass. As before, she spent most of her time working over my ass cheeks. At some point she moved along the side of the table, (oh, I forgot to mention that the first thing she did both days was move my arms from beside me under the sheet, to hanging down off the sides of the table) and my hand latched onto her lower leg. “How nice” I thought. It felt like she was wearing her spandex calf-length pants again. “Is it ok if I touch you?” I asked. “Ok” she replied. Whenever she was within reach, I would lightly rub or squeeze her lower leg.
Coco then moved to the other side of the table, and a little further down. I expected her to cover me up and uncover one leg at a time, but she completely removed the sheet. I was now completely exposed to her! I also knew that she could see my penis and balls between my legs. She began to rub each of my legs and inner thighs, and occasionally grazed my balls and penis. “Wow!” I thought, “we are making some progress here.” I let out a soft moan whenever she touched my cock or balls, and spread my legs farther apart in an obvious way.
I think she took this as the go-ahead signal, because the rest of the session was much more sensual than the first time. I could feel her spreading my ass cheeks apart so that my anus was visible to her. She dripped oil into my crack and began running her fingers up and down between my cheeks.
Suddenly she inserted a finger into my asshole, slowly at first, but then picked up the pace to the point that her finger was pistoning in and out. It felt like maybe half of her finger was in there. Each time she pushed in, I let out a hushed groan to the point that she had to shush me, so others in neighboring rooms wouldn’t hear me. While this was going on, I was rubbing up and down her legs with my hand, and squeezing her thigh hard when I let out a few groans. At some point she used her other hand to rub my ass cheeks and down to my cock and balls, squeezing and pulling on them. This has never happened to me before, and I was in ecstasy! “You like?” she asked. “Oh yes” I whispered between groans.
I lost all track of time, but this went on for maybe 15 minutes, then she had me roll over. After all that, what was the point of a draping sheet? She just bunched it up in a pile on top of my genitals, just to have a place to put it. Coco began rubbing my thighs, and in no time she moved the sheet off my dick and I was again completely nude before her, this time face up. “Come on, Cialis” I thought. “Do your thing!”
(stock photo - for effect)
Coco began by pulling up on my cock with her fingertips (I could feel that I had softened up since the anal assault). She kept at it for a minute or two, and although not rock-hard, I had at least grown back to a respectable size. Then she wrapped one hand around my cock and began pumping, while playing with my balls with her free hand.
While all this was going on, my hand was behind her, rubbing the backs of her legs and her firm 20-something ass through her thin stretch pants. I loved the feel of her ass where it curved down to meet the backs of her thighs. (Although I also rubbed her inner thighs, I didn’t venture up to her pussy, or under her clothes today. Even though she was playing with my naked ass, cock, and balls, I wanted to take it slow with her body, and was thoroughly enjoying the CFNM-like atmosphere.)
At some point, she was working on my cock with both hands, so I removed my hand from behind her and cupped my balls, raising them up for her viewing pleasure. I think she enjoyed the fact that I was participating in my own hand job. Later when I went back to her ass, she grabbed my hand and placed it on my cock. “You have oil on your hands now” she said, not wanting me to get it on her clothes.
I began pumping my cock furiously now, well aware that for the first-time ever, I had an audience. I wanted so much to have big orgasm, for the release but also to put on a good show for my young masseuse. I cupped my balls with my other hand, and continued pumping my cock. Coco began massaging my groin, thighs, and abdomen. I hoped she was loving this show as much as I was.
For the next 15 minutes or so, we took turns working my cock. I was rock hard, but I didn’t feel anywhere close to cumming. Anyway, my erection began to subside, and although there was some cum to be found, there was no blast. By this time it was almost 3 hours since I took the Cialis, so maybe the effect was beginning to wear off.
She continued to massage me at a slower pace, and said that normally they don’t do this, but since the boss was on vacation the masseuses could “get away” with more. She admitted that giving these “extras” was the way to keep the same customers coming back, and if not, they rarely returned. I asked her when was the boss’ next vacation, but she didn’t know. I also learned that she was the newest masseuse there, with the fewest regular customers. (That may explain why she was assigned to me last time, when I didn’t have an appointment. It also told me that being the newest, she was the least likely to bend the rules.) I asked her if she ever gave massages away from “the shop” and she said no. (Dammit!)
I told her that I would be back for the “regular” massage (which I hoped at least included the basic nude butt-rub), thinking that even if outright hand jobs were impractical with the boss onsite, she could feel free to “cross the line” with me on certain things, given what we had both just done.
Finally, I asked her if I should tip her in the room, or at the front desk as I did last time. She said just tip at the front desk, but fold it up and do it in a “closed-hand” manner, so the receptionist doesn’t see how much it is. For services rendered, I gave her a huge tip, more than double the first time. (I want her to remember me, and my tipping habits when I get “extras”!)
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Well, that was a week ago, and not a day has gone by that I didn’t replay those events in my mind (and my hands) several times a day. Although I want to remain anonymous, I am considering next time giving her one of my email addresses, to contact me whenever she finds out her boss is on vacation (or if she leaves that shop).
I have made a few “lessons learned” mental notes for next time. 1) Take the Cialis only 15 to 30 minutes ahead, because it may wear off it taken too soon. 2) Abstain from sex for several days in advance. I really want to cum for this girl, so I should save up!
Although I returned to that shop (and others) again, I only made notes after the first 2 times, so that's it, folks.
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