Asian Massage – Chapter 1

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.

Worked Over by (Medical) Professionals

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Marie and I Put on a Show for Shelly

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My Wife Takes on a Lover – In Our Own House!

After we were married, our first apartment was a duplex. We were on the first floor, with another couple on the 2nd floor, and the garage for both on the ground floor, around the back of the building, under our bedrooms. 

I worked about an hour away from where we lived, and had a regular schedule. I think my wife Marie worked also, but it may have been part-time. In addition, she did typing in our home for people. 

One of those people was a guy who was either writing a book, or was responsible to get the manuscripts typed up. Anyway, I found out about 5 years later that she was having an affair with him, in our home while he was there to “drop off some manuscripts to be typed”. 

I don’t know how long it lasted, but he would come to our home while I was at work, and they would suck and fuck for who knows how long.

They had no fear of being caught, because even if they were still going at it when I came home, the garage door opener right under our bedroom would sound the alarm and he had time to slip out the front door before I got to our apartment. 

I suppose I shouldn’t have been too surprised about this. Many times while having sex back then, we would spice up the festivities by talking about having sex with others (even some people we knew), either as a group, or in separate affairs. We even asked each other who they would like to have sex with. 

One of the people I mentioned was my wife’s younger sister. Surprisingly, this excited Marie to no end. (I thought it would turn her off, but it had just the opposite effect.) I pushed my luck by proposing that we both have sex with her, and once again, Marie surprised me by liking that idea. I also mentioned our friend Francesca, and Marie agreed she would also like to have sex with her. (All of this was probably just excitable sex talk on Marie’s part, but I was serious.) 

For her part, Marie offered up my friend Ron (Francesca’s husband) and another guy that we know, as well as one of her co-workers and a famous movie star that she would like to fuck. She didn’t mention the guy who she had the affair with, though. 

I only found out about her affair when I admitted that I had seen her sister nude several times, and had groped her and kissed her bare ass. She knew her younger sister was a randy horndog, so it wasn’t a complete surprise to her. It was then that Marie admitted her affair with the writer, and provided me with the details I mentioned above. 

During later lovemaking, as we continued to talk about other partners, I brought that guy into the conversation once, but soon learned that was a mistake, and we haven’t spoken about him since. 

I know that she and Ron have had an on-again off-again affair for years (of which I have written about several times), and I am ok with that.

Stripped and Ready

This is my lovely Marie, when she was about 20.

We had rented a motel room (as we often did before we had our own place) and I usually brought my camera to these outings. 

She has stripped off and is waiting for our friend Ron to arrive. After much begging from Ron (and Marie), I finally relented and agreed to their wishes. I remember her saying she was imagining him laying on top of her here.

Nowadays, I don't remember if I was just going to take pictures, or participate in the debauchery. (Heh heh, I never heard of cuckolding until a few years ago.) 

Unfortunately, he had car trouble that night and never made it to the motel. No matter, not too long after that we all met up at our house, as I mentioned here.

My Wife's Dalliances II

My wife Marie has recently found some old photos of her nude self. (Or is it that she is just now letting me see them?) These were taken by people other than me (Marie's ex-boyfriends, her girlfriends, some photos of the nude men were taken by Marie, I assume). 

 

I say "Ex-boyfriends", but in one case (that I know of) she is still seeing one of the men. He is someone I know, and they both have made (what I had assumed were fantasy) comments to me for years, saying how they would like to do each other, but I didn't realize until a few years ago that they had actually been doing something about it all that time, and even before I knew her. (I mentioned this previously.)

 

But once I found out.... well, what are you going to do? It has been going off and on for decades, so by now, I may as well just roll with it. Everybody's happy, including me (strangely enough) because I have the excitement of knowing that my wife is desirable to other men, and I know who he is and that he's not some jerk or dangerous psycho.  (I have sort of my own George Harrison/Eric Clapton thing going on, I guess.) 

 

Anyway, here are photos she took of him (and I guess he took of her). It looks like they were (are?) "workout" buddies.

Sometimes you just have to admit when the better man comes along, and let her be happy.

My, What Lovely Boobs I Have

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Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

A photo from the days when my girlfriend (now wife) Marie and I frequented motels. This is from when she was about 20. 

 

She was just doing a final check on her Halloween costume, before we went across the hall to the party.

About midway through this story I mentioned how Marie and I stood nude in front of our motel room's mirror. Well, now you've seen that mirror (and then some!) 

She's also on another blog: https://amateurladies100.blogspot.com/2022/10/happy-halloween.html

  

My Wife's Dalliances

I was thrilled when I found this photo. Not only do I work with a pretty Filipino girl named Jennifer (who looks very much like this babe, and whose jiggly butt I adore), but this same thing happened to me and my wife Marie.

My best friend growing up was staying over our house one night after a boys' night out at strip clubs, so we were both pretty wired. Add to that his long-time infatuation with my wife (and she with him), and the next thing you know, the three of us were all in bed together. For a long time, I thought I was unwittingly responsible for his obsession with her, because he had found some nude photos I had taken of her (which I previously mentioned here). But I later learned that they had been seeing each other even before I met her. 

There's nothing quite like seeing your girlfriend or wife with your best friend. He had been with her before that night, and many times since then (even to the current day.) 

She also lusted after him, and made no attempt to hide it from me (even bringing him into the conversation when the two of us were making love). 

As for me, aside from being so hot to watch, I was so happy that they were finding pleasure in each other, and it made me so proud of my sweet wife that others found her so desirable. 

Well, that's it in a nutshell. I will have more to say about the two of them in upcoming posts (along with pictures). Enjoy!

Things I Did This Summer

So, what did I do on my summer vacation? As Vinz suggested in the comments here, I tried to stay bare as much as possible. 

 

To that end, I visited my 30-something Japanese CFNM mistress three times. I have met up with her about a dozen times over the past 3 years. Usually she is by herself, but occasionally another woman was at her house too. (I haven’t progressed to 3-or-more ladies yet.)

Normally our time consists of me stripping nude, and she (or they) then spends some time hugging and/or fondling me. Before long, she gets down to some serious cock-stroking, and all is right with the world. Invariably, her arm will get tired before I have climaxed, so she orders me to take over. 

Ten years ago, I would never have thought I would do that (masturbate in front of someone else), but it is such a rush to entertain females that way. (Here is my inspiration.) 

At first, she would just watch in silence, only inches away from the action. But one day I said to her “Do you like to watch me?”, and ever since then she has a non-stop stream of chatter while I am pleasuring myself for her entertainment. “Give me your juice!” and “Cum on my face!” are her 2 favorite sayings, as I recall. (It’s all talk though, because one time I actually started cumming on her face, and she quickly put her hands up to block it. That’s ok, I enjoy the thought.) 

I will say that she has never sucked my cock, nor have we done the nasty. Maybe because then she loses the upper hand in the relationship? It’s all good though. I thoroughly enjoy the CFNM, her handjobs, facesitting, and masturbating for her amusement. She even works her finger up my butt at least once per visit. I’d love to have her peg me, and have asked her about it, but she hasn’t said yes (or no) yet. 

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Having said all that, these last 3 visits have deviated from the norm. Now, she spends very little time satisfying my needs. Instead, it has evolved to me pleasuring her. After I strip, I get on my knees and remove her short-shorts and panties, then kiss her sweet firm ass. We spend the rest of the time with my face buried in her crotch, as she alternates between lying on her back and getting up on all fours. 

In both cases, my tongue is working overtime on her pussy and anus. (Incredibly, there is no smell from either location. She must be a world-class bather!) Each day, I brought her to 2 orgasms, and it is amazing to watch her. During the buildup she is mostly still, and only gasps and says “Oh yeah!” over and over. Once I send her over the edge, her body convulses wildly, and continues to shake for a minute or two afterwards. I was hoping she would be a squirter like I've seen in internet videos, but no dice. (Once I tried to continue licking her, but she made me stop so she could regain her composure.) 

 

On one occasion, I failed to heed the warning I gave others here. At her moment of orgasm, her thighs snapped shut around my head. Fortunately, she is a 100-pound Japanese woman. Had she been more substantial, I would probably have a Split Cocoanut. 

 

I am actually quite proud of myself having found this ability to give a woman multiple orgasms in such a short time span, and on several different days. The last time I saw her, she said next time we will go back to our old ways, while also including our new game. I can hardly wait! 

 

Marie’s Nude Walk Through the Parking Lot

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Busty Russell (re-post)

I'm reposting this from my Internet Ladies blog, since it includes a personal experience.

Sometime between the ages of 18 and 22, I went to a big-city strip club for the first time. Like a noob, I sat right up front, in a seat next to the runway part of the stage that extends out into the audience. 

 

Anyway, the featured stripper that night was Busty Russell, and at one point she leaned over and smacked my head from side-to-side with her 2 huge melons. After some smothering, she pulled away, and I raised my arms over my head in celebration. (I'm sure the veteran club-goers were all thinking "Look at that dumbass kid drawing attention to himself.") 

 

Besides getting my first faceful of cleavage (not belonging to someone I was dating), I also remember that she had a band-aid on the side of one of her huge tits. (Maybe scratched by an over-eager customer?) 

 

Yeah, she was probably on the older side, and not all that pretty, but they were boobs, baby.  BOOBS!

Come to think of it, I also saw Morganna at another club in the same city, around that same time. 

 

Those Were the Days

This girl looks so much like my high school girlfriend.

The big dick in her face also reminded me of the time I stopped by a house where she was babysitting.

 

Once the toddlers were asleep we got down to business. I remember vividly her telling me "I’m gonna suck your cock until it turns purple!"

 

Sex in the Park

Reposted from my Amateur Ladies blog... 

I'm just reposting this from my earlier blog. In hindsight, this was a great time in my past, and it fits in well with this blog, while just getting lost among the dozens of posts on that other blog. 

 

When I was in college, I had a girlfriend whose sex drive was stuck on eleven. (In fact, shortly after we broke up, she appeared nude in a national mens' magazine.)

But while we were dating, we did some crazy shit, like fucking on the school's football field, and fucking on the school's baseball field. (And I mean IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIELDS, not in the stands.)

At the time, it didn't seem as daring as it sounds, because it was at night, and the fields were somewhat out of the way of normal foot traffic in the off-season.


But there's one time that still astounds me, that I was reminded of by the photo below.

We drove to a nearby state park, hiked halfway up a grassy hillside, layed down, and fucked in broad daylight. (I'm sure at some point there were people that may have seen us, but we were so far up the hill it seemed like a safe distance from everyone.)

Unlike the couple shown, we didn't have a blanket - we were just right there in the grass. Hell we didn't even bring tissues to clean up. (I had to use my socks, as I recall.)

But look at these two. There's no sign of any clothes piled nearby, no coats, no shoes, no car keys, nothing but the two of them and 1 small blanket.   THAT is commitment!

Treats For the Lady II

Last month I visited my CFNM mistress again, but a day earlier I stopped off at a nearby store to get a few items, as I mentioned awhile back in this post. 

 

I picked up a red tartan miniskirt (as seen on Japanese schoolgirls all over the internet, and also here), and a red-jeweled butt plug. I was also going to get a green-jeweled butt plug for me. (I figured after I installed her plug, she would want to return the favor.) But they were out of them, so I saved the ruby plug for another time. 

Then, after stripping off for her, I presented her with the skirt and asked if she would change into it. To my delight, she did so without any hesitation. (On another visit, she didn’t wear the nipple chain I bought for her, so I wasn’t sure how this would go.) 

This isn't her (she wouldn't allow photos), but you get the idea. 

 

She loved it! She must have looked at herself in the mirror about 5 times over the next few minutes. On one of those times, I got down on my knees behind her and pulled her panties down (‘cause these skirts are made to show bare ass, are they not?) 

 

A few minutes later she peeled off her top and bra, and spent the rest of the afternoon in nothing but her new miniskirt. I think I scored a few points with her that day. 

 

Ahhh.... that was money well spent.  I can't wait for butt-plug day! 

Naughty Doctors

About 10 years ago I experienced some chest pains, so I thought I'd better get to the hospital. 

I arrived at the emergency room, and was soon examined by a female doctor. I remember that she ran an EKG, which was expected and everything was normal. 

Then her female assistant came into the room (I guess to have a 2nd person present for such an intimate situation) and the two of them gave me a prostate exam. (As I'm typing this, I am well aware that it sounds exactly like the complete BS found in many Penthouse Letters, etc, but I assure you it is completely true.)

It didn't occur to me until much later that a prostate exam seems hardly necessary to diagnose chest pains, but whatever. There was nothing sexual about the incident, and I don't recall feeling very aroused by it. 

Only years later when I became aware of this thing called CFNM did it dawn on me that maybe those 2 were just taking the opportunity for a little something-something. They made no comments at the time to make me think it was anything but a professional medical exam. 

Now that I am fully aware of, and have experienced CFNM events, I so want this to happen again (well, not the chest pains part).

 

Treats For the Lady

About 2 weeks ago I went to an adult gift shop for the first time in over a decade (and the 2nd time ever, as I recall). 

I wanted to get a little something for someone special, and settled on nipple chains. Nothing elaborate (connecting a neck collar to nipples to pussy), just a short nip-to-nip chain. She has small breasts, but nice hard nipples, so there's plenty to grab onto. 

 

At first she didn't know what it was, until I opened the box and gave her the small bag it was in. I fully expected her to try it on, but she just thanked me and set it aside. :( 

 

I also had my eye on a rara skirt (as seen below) and a jeweled butt plug, both which I saw in the store. (Maybe next time.)

 

Of course, she can't really wear them anywhere but they will be fun for playtime at her place, and possibly for a ride in my car.

The First Girlfriend

Welcome to my new blog, where the focus will be not on nude photos, but on stories I have written. Most (if not all) will be true accounts of my experiences over the years. 

 

I suppose I should start at the beginning: 

When I was in high school, in one class I sat next to this cute girl who was 2 years younger than me, and who had bigger boobs than most girls that age. (It must have been a foreign language class for there to be a 2-year difference in our ages.) 

For most of the school year we were just friends. I don’t recall if I was interested in her for more than that, and in fact I remember that I had my eye on another girl, but was too shy/naïve/dumb to make any kind of move on that. 

One day in February, I was sitting at home when the girl in my class called me and invited me over to her house. My heart raced as I said yes. (I don’t remember if it took me 2 minutes or 2 days to get over there.) So that was the start of a 2 to 3 year relationship with my first girlfriend. (I had only ever been on one date prior to that.) 

For the first few months I didn’t drive, so I would walk her home from school, and hang out at her house for 2 hours until catching the late bus home from the school. Sometimes other family members were home, and sometimes not. 😉 

 

A few things stand out for me from that time: 

• One time in her basement family room, we were necking and groping, when out of the blue she says “Make love to me!”. We ducked into the closet in the adjoining laundry room and went at it (for the first time!), on piles of laundry. 

• Another time while in that family room, I excused myself to go pee in the powder room. She followed me in and decided to “help out”, giving me a reach-around while I was preparing to pee. Unknown to her, it is difficult to do so with a rock-hard dick. 

• We were watching TV on her living room sofa, with her younger sister also sitting next to me. My girlfriend then decided to unzip my pants in front of her sister. I was thinking “Wow! Where is this going?” Unfortunately, it went no further than the unzip. 

• On two occasions, I showed up to the house where she was babysitting small children, and after they went to bed, we went to bed. I can still remember at one of those places, she said to me “I’m gonna suck your cock until it turns purple!” (Sadly, no one has said that to me in decades.) 

• One of the last times I was at her house, we were alone except for her brother and his girlfriend. Those two kept a lookout for the parents while we made use of her bed. (That’s the only time I can remember being in her bedroom.) 

 

 

She was my first girlfriend, my first lay, the bustiest female I ever dated, and as I recall had the largest labia too. (Ahh…. Young love!) 

 

This isn't her, but is the closest resemblance to her that I've found on the internet. (My girlfriend's tits weren't quite this large, but they were, relative to the other girls in the class, and to a 16-year old they seemed this big.