Feeding the addiction

I knew I couldn't live long without another massage by a cute young Asian woman. So I jumped at the opportunity to visit the same massage parlor when I was at a meeting at the same place across town. It was a cold, windy day, and as I walked the half mile or so through a residential neighborhood I was really looking forward to a nice warm table shower and nice warm hands heating up my blood.

Everything looked quiet as I approached the building - no police cruisers, no prying neighbors, not many cars in the parking lot. I quickly walked up to the back door and rang the bell. I expected to see the same older mamasan greet me with exaggerated enthusiasm, but instead one of the younger women let me in and led me to a small room off the main hallway.

She introduced herself as L and asked if I had been there before. It felt good not to have to lie and I said yes with a knowing smile. She smiled back, asked for the massage fee and told me to get undressed. She left long enough for me to get naked and returned to bring me to the shower room.

L was very friendly but not very talkative. She poured a bucket of hot (but not too hot) water over my back as I lay face down on the vinyl covered table. She scrubbed me down with a sponge and did a very thorough job getting every nook and cranny. I got on my back and L repeated the scrub down giving some extra attention to my private parts. Which weren't very private anymore. I stood up and she rinsed all the soap off and dried me off with a white fluffy towel.

I expected her to bring me to the sauna to finish drying off, but not this time. We went right into the massage room where she made a ring out of a hand towel for my head and asked me to lie face down. Of course the massage was great. They really do it right at this place, and it's consistently good. In fact, everthing (except the lack of sauna time) was the same as my last trip - low lights and soft music, not much conversation, extreme pampering, making sure I was comfortable. I don't know if there is a dress code, but L had the same kind of black tank top and bra, and short jeans shorts as J did on my last visit. She even looked the same - small facial features, tiny tits, long, straight jet black hair. The only other differences were that L used no oil or powder and she draped a towel over places she wasn't working on. That didn't faze me since I assumed the ending would be the same in spite of the seeming modesty.

L found some tight muscles and worked on them for a while, eventually moving from my upper body down to my legs and feet. Before I knew it, she subtly started the teasing phase of the massage. I knew it was coming as she changed the force of her touch to a light, fingertip-over-the-skin movement, concentrating on my lower back, ass and thighs, and stimulating my cock with each pass. But what really drove me to distraction was her hair. She leaned over and followed her fingertips up and down with the ends of her hair. It sounds like it should tickle, but it got me hard as a rock and I had to give my cock some room.

She took that as a signal and asked me to flip over. Just like J last time, she reached under the table and came up with a handful of oil and went to work on my shaft. She really got into it, letting her hair down again to get my nerves tingling on my front side. I roamed a little with my hand, running it up under her top but only over her bra this time. (Even though she had very young looking features, the little fleshy bulge around the bottom of her bra beneath her shoulder blades made me think she was older.) I couldn't resist caressing the side of her face, it was so pretty. She leaned into the palm of my hand seeming to appreciate the more intimate touch. As I came close to coming, she started cooing in almost a whispered chant, "Oh yes, oh yes." that put me over the edge and another muscle released its tension.

L cleaned me up and helped me get dressed (something I'm still not used to). I left my tip on the table and neither of us said a word about it. We hugged and she escorted me to the exit. A cold blast of wind greeted me on the way out. I zipped up my coat and hunched my shoulders against the cold. I could feel the muscles in my shoulder and neck tighten up - I guess I will just have to carve out another visit to work the kinks out.