This could be addictive

I had a meeting scheduled across town & it would be a perfect opportunity to disappear for an hour when no one would miss me. The meeting was to end at noon, and then lunch - too late to go back to my office but too early to show up at home. I figured I would try a local Asian massage parlor. I had been to ones in other states but I hadn’t had a chance since an aborted try a year ago to go local.

In that neighborhood there are two possibilities; two massage parlors within walking distance of each other. All morning I debated where to go. Of course I had done my online homework. One place provided full service with a superficial massage. The other was a traditional 'Rub and Tug' joint that offered a great massage with a happy ending by hand. I knew I would debate with myself all morning and decide on a whim which way to go when I left.

It was a boring meeting but a nice lunch, and at the crossroads I decided to go for the R&T. I was really only looking for a hand job so I decided against the full service AMP where the massage would probably be a waste of time anyway.

The building is on the corner of a big intersection but it wasn't too busy at that time of day. The entrance is at the back of the building and the one or two cars in the parking lot blocked me from being seen from the street. I rang the bell and a 50ish mamasan answered with a big smile, took my hand and held it above our heads, and walked me down the main hallway exclaiming about how cold my hands were. It's a wide hallway, very bright and clean with doors on either side. She lead me to a room on the left and closed the door.

After taking off my coat the mamasan asked me the question I was expecting: "Have you been here before?" The first test to see if I was a cop. I didn't lie and said, "No, but I've been to other places like this." She smiled and asked for the massage fee. She asked if I wanted a shower (of course) and told me to undress and then left. The second cop test - I got naked and waited a minute on a chair next to the door. Most of the room was filled up with the massage table in the middle. Shelves filled up with white towels filled up one wall and a small night table sat in a corner with a Clock/CD player.

A very cute and petite Asian woman walked in and introduced herself in broken English as J. She had long straight black hair, a black tank top with bra straps showing, and short jeans shorts. She had that ageless look - could be 20, could be 40. I knew from my research she would not get nude or even topless; too bad she had a very nice ass and small perky tits.

I wrapped a towel around me and she led me into the hallway, checking the traffic out there first. We skipped across to the shower room. J took off her flip-flops and put on long cow boots. She ran hot water from a long hose over the large vinyl-covered table in the middle of the room and asked me to lie face down. I'm not used to being pampered but that's what I'm paying for and I let myself relax and go with the flow.

And the flow of the hot water was very relaxing and the scrub down with a soapy loufa was very thorough as J made sure she got into every crack and crevice. She didn't dwell on it but she made sure my ass crack was very clean and after I flipped over she got every inch of my cock and balls. So far it was all very neutral with no sexual innuendo or hints of happy endings. Just small talk, and very little of that.

She finished rinsing me off standing up and, after changing back into her flip-flops, led me next door to a dry sauna for a couple of minutes. Short attention span reading material: People, Entertainment Weekly, some other TV magazines.

Back to the massage room and J adjusted a towel for my head to rest on and asked me to lie face down. She lowered the lights and turned up some soothing Asian music. I knew from my research that the massage would be great; and it was. It rivaled those by the back room entrepreneurs in the big city I had been to. After dribbling a tiny amount of oil on my back she stood at the head of the table and spent some time on my shoulders, neck and head. My hands were hanging over the edge and her leg would brush one every now and then. I couldn’t tell if that was an invitation or not but I decided to be bold and caress the back of her thigh. No objection; she just kept working my shoulders. Her legs were smooth with muscles tightened as she leaned over.

She spread a towel over my ass and sat on it and worked my back all the while grinding her crotch with the rhythm of the massage. There was minimal conversation, just a little friendly chit-chat and still no suggestive remarks but I hoped my hand roaming would let her know I was interested in a happy ending. She then worked on my arms and legs as she stood on either side of the table. I took any opportunity I could to politely stroke her legs as ass.

She finished every part and I expected her to ask me to flip over. Instead, she began a teasing, very light touch stroking over my whole body going from head to toe and back again. By this time I was going into my massage swoon and my mind wandered as her fingers were working their magic. I finally realized that on each pass she would give some extra attention to my ass crack and the very inside of my thighs, brushing my balls and the head of my cock ever so lightly, but very deliberately. Eventually I had to stick my ass up in the air a little to relieve the pressure of my growing cock, and she took advantage of the extra room to tease a little more.

I was getting so horny that I could feel it in my throat and I found I was starting to groan with each teasing touch. It was time to flip over and there was no doubt there was one other muscle that needed work. J reached under the table and came up with a handful of oil that she spread over my cock and started stroking without asking anything. Of course I had no objection - I was reaching nirvana. As J stroked and cooed, “Ooo, ooo,” I ran my hands over her legs and ass, up under her top and all over her small tits through the top of her bra. I caressed her pretty face and ran my fingers through her hair. I came as I had my hand on her inner thigh with my index finger lightly rubbing her pussy through the jeans.

J did a little clean up and left the room. I was pretty much a puddle, lying there just existing, lost to the rest of the world. She came back with a hot towel to do a better cleaning and she finished up the massage (remember the massage?) with a little more work on my shoulders and thighs. I still can’t get used to a woman dressing me so I helped J get put on my socks and tie my shoes. I left my tip money on the table and asked to go to the bathroom. She checked the hallway first and led me across. I finished and was about to leave the bathroom but J stopped me and asked me to wait. A few seconds later she led me down the hallway to the exit as another client and masseuse were getting into the shower. Interesting choreography to keep patrons from seeing each other.

J and I hugged at the doorway and I was back in reality. I decided to walk home from there. I would take about an hour, just long enough for the fresh air to blow away any unfamiliar odors.