A few years ago, I posted this photo of me, relaxing and enjoying life. Below, I recount how this all began, several years earlier.
The event below occurred back in 2015. I wrote all this down a few weeks later to preserve the memories. (I made these notes only after my first 2 visits to an Asian spa. I will post the 2nd one next time.)
Recently, I had received a few therapeutic massages for a back injury, but decided that I wanted more. I had noticed a massage parlor near where I sometimes have lunch. I noted the name of the place, and looked it up on the internet.
On one site there were about a dozen reviews of this place, with a mix of good and bad. The bad reviews ranged from “too expensive”, to “the staff doesn’t speak English”, to “they try to up-sell”, to several female reviewers mentioning that the massage staff was “all up in them” and “if you were uncomfortable being nude in front of strangers, you may not like this place”.
From these reviews, I was able to determine the following:
1. This was an Asian massage place.
2. They accept walk-up traffic without appointments.
3. The staff used their whole bodies (not just their hands) to massage.
4. Normal draping procedures were not followed.
5. They massage your bare butt with their hands, not through a sheet.
This sounded like just the place I was looking for! One day after work, I summoned the courage to stop in there for a massage. I was greeted at the front desk by an Asian woman who appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She asked if I had an appointment, and if I had been there before. No and no, I said.
She then showed me a list of different types of massage services, their duration, and prices. I chose a 1-hour full-body Swedish massage, then she led me down a dimly-lit hallway with many doors. We entered one of the rooms, and she said to undress and lay face down under the sheet, and left the room.
I undressed slowly, amazed that I was actually going to do this, and was somewhat nervous not knowing what to expect. I climbed on the table and got under the sheet, face down, and looking at the floor through a hole in the table.
In a few minutes there was a knock on the door, and my heart raced as a different woman entered the room. She sounded Asian also, although I didn’t lift my head to see her. She asked if it was my first time here, and when I said yes, she told me to just relax.
(I am writing this story about a week after my 2nd visit there, so some of the details of this 1st visit may be mixed-up with the 2nd visit, but I will try to recall them accurately.) During my hour-long massage, there was very little talking, which I found to be relaxing. Occasionally she would softly ask if I was alright. “Yes, it feels good” I would always reply.
As I recall, she began by standing at the head of the table and slid the sheet down so my ass was fully exposed. I immediately knew this would be unlike the few massages I had before. She dripped some oil on my back, and began long strokes from my shoulders down to my ass, taking special care to squeeze my cheeks while she was down there. Much to my disappointment, she stayed away from my crack, and it did not feel like she was spreading my cheeks for a better look. Still, over the next hour, I remember her spending a disproportionate time on my ass, relative to the rest of my body (not that I was complaining!)
At one point I sensed she climbed up on the table (or at least up on a footstool) because it seemed that her reach had extended. I was hoping that this was the part where she would lay on top of me and massage me with her whole body, but that didn’t happen. However, I did feel her stomach brush against the back of my head as she reached down my body. (I fought the urge to nonchalantly lift my head to increase our contact, not wanting to seem like a perv.)
After a while, she moved to the foot of the table, and climbed up, straddling my body. “Ok, now we’re getting down to it!” I thought. Wrong again. She balanced herself with her knees on my butt cheeks, and began paddling her feet against the back of my legs. “What a strange sensation” I thought. Then she slowly slid her knees off the sides of my hips, until she was straddling me. “Was she now going to hump my ass?” I wondered. No again, she just repeated that move several times, then climbed down off the table.
She then re-adjusted the sheet so that only one or the other of my legs (and the corresponding butt cheek) was exposed, while the rest of me was covered. She proceeded to massage my thigh and calf muscles, as well as my inner thighs. This felt extremely good, although due to a combination of the room being somewhat cold, as well as first-time jitters, I was experiencing “shrinkage” in my private area. Not thinking ahead, when I laid down on the table, my package was “up”, so I was lying on it the whole time, and nothing was visible to her between my legs. (I made a mental note to do this differently next time.)
After she finished with my legs, she told me to roll over, and placed the sheet so I was covered from the waist down. I now saw her for the first time, a petite Asian woman who appeared to be in her early to mid-20s, dressed in black spandex pants and I don’t remember what kind of top.
I am a little fuzzy about what happened next, but I think she spent some time on my neck, shoulders, and arms. I don’t recall any chest massage that day.
Next, she positioned herself beside one leg, uncovering that leg but taking care not to expose my genitals. She proceeded to massage my leg from top to bottom, and along my inner thigh. Every time she neared my balls, my anticipation was through the roof. Alas, nothing came of that. She finished the leg by bending my knee and raising it up towards my chest. I’m pretty sure she was able to catch a glimpse of my cock and balls during this maneuver, which pleased me to no end. I even asked her to repeat this stretching move.
After repeating the same treatment on my other leg, she covered both legs and as I recall, she climbed up on the table between my now-spread legs and got on her knees. After a few seconds she got down off the table, and the massage was over. Afterwards, I was a little puzzled by that move. What was the point of her getting on the table between my covered legs? Was that the time for customers to ask for “additional services” or to make some kind of physical advance toward her? Damn my Newbie mindset! That bothered me for the entire 2 weeks until my next visit.
Anyway, she said that if I enjoyed the massage, could I ask for her next time. I told her I would definitely be back, but did not make an appointment at that time. I tipped her more than the “suggested” amount, thanked her, and she left the room. I noticed that she left the door open a few inches, so that as I got off the table and walked over to my clothes, I would be in full view of anyone walking down the hall. At that point I didn’t care, and actually took extra time to get dressed, hoping someone might return.
I was on Cloud 9 all the way home. Routine annoyances like heavy traffic and jackass drivers cutting you off didn’t matter to me at all that time. I had just spent an hour getting a nude rubdown! Nothing was going to spoil my day.
