Woke up, it was an Asian morning

And the first thing on my mind...

A Saturday morning and I bus it downtown for a few hours of work in the local library. Well, actually a couple hours of work and one for fun. Of course, fun comes first (so to speak) so I take a short detour through the outskirts of downtown where large office buildings converted from factories, night clubs, and parking lots border on the more active areas of theaters and restaurants. I had read only one mixed review about a new spa that opened near there almost a year before so I figure since I am in the neighborhood and it's too early for my favorite strip club to be open, I would give it a try.

It's on a second floor of a two-story building with a real estate company on the first and a multi-story office building directly across a narrow street. I planned my trip for a weekend because I just had a feeling I would know somebody working up there and watching the spa door for us perverts who seek a little relief from anonymous women. The real estate company is closed too and the street is deserted so I don't feel so paranoid opening the heavy door with the large SPA sign right above it.

It's a long narrow wooden staircase reminding me of the spa/brothel staircase I encountered in one of my travels. A real fire trap. It's early summer but a lighted artificial Christmas tree sits on a stand outside the interior entrance. I ring the bell and a cute Asian woman greets me with a smile and says I'm her first customer. Inside it's softly lit with candles and indirect lighting with flowers in vases on stands in front of lavender walls.

Standard procedure - she shows me to a massage room, takes my fee and leaves me to undress. She returns to lead me to the shower. I ask her name; in broken English it sounds like Candy, so I go with it. The table shower comes close to being a massage in itself. As I lay on my stomach Candy uses a soaped-up loofah to give me a good scrub and then her bare hands to give a nice firm rub, gliding over my back and leg muscles and making sure my asshole gets the same treatment. I turn over for more scrubbing of my chest and legs. She asks, "OK wash there?" pointing to my half-erect cock. A cop check. "Oh yes, please." She makes sure I am very clean there. My cock makes way for cleaning underneath by rising higher to involuntarily get itself out of the way so she can clean my balls. A couple quick soapy strokes to really tease me and it's time to rinse and dry off.

Back to the massage room which is really hot and steamy. No problem drying off completely. I am impressed by the massage. I ask for medium pressure and she is very thorough, spending lots of time on my backpack shoulder and on my neck and head muscles. Her foot massage is really a turn-on although her toe popping added too much levity to stay too focused on the bulging dick underneath me.

She turns the lights down and asks my permission to give me a light massage. Time for the tease. The soft music makes things very relaxing but I'm a little distracted trying to figure out where it's from. In fact, I've been wondering what nationality Candy is - she looks Chinese to me but I know most massage parlors in the area are Korean. I'm afraid to ask directly not wanting to appear to be an ugly American insensitive to the rest of the world.

The tease is wonderful. She runs her fingertips ever so lightly across my back, my ass, and my legs. That's my cue to begin some fingertip roaming of my own. She is wearing a tank top and a jeans skirt with pantyhose under it. I run my hand up her legs and reaching her pussy. I can feel her lips bulging through the hose and she makes no move to discourage me. By now she is concentrating on my ass and brushing against my balls and the tip of my cock which is getting wonderfully uncomfortable as it bulges under my own weight. I have to raise up my ass to relieve some pressure giving her more access to my private parts.

Time to flip over and she continues the light touch on my chest. I move my hand over her ass and under her top and feel the sweat on her back. She seems embarrassed and says apologetically, "Hot in here." Of course I jokingly suggest she take her shirt off, figuring that like most of the rub & tug establishments, masseuse nakedness is frowned upon. To my surprise she asks, "You give good tip?" Oh yes. Off comes the top and bra to reveal nicely shaped, smallish tits offered to my hands and to my face for a little sucking and smooshing.

"You want hand job, blow job..." I should have waited for more options just to see what services she provides but I tell her I'd like it by hand. I try to be safe, and covered blow jobs just don't do it for me like bare back. Besides, a well-oiled hand in the, well, hands of a professional can be quite exquisite. And this is no exception. She takes her time to build up the excitement as I wander off into the tactile fantasy of soft skin, perky tits, erect nipples, nylon-covered pussy lips, and the other sensual enhancements of soft music, dim lights and the scent of a woman as she focuses on my pleasure.

I explode all over. Candy brings me down with lighter stroking and squeezing and a last brush of her breasts against my face with its mouth agape and a question whispered in my ear, 'You OK?" I manage to smile and she does a minor clean-up before going out to get a hot towel to make sure all traces of my come are gone. While I am immovable, she finishes up with a facial and head massage; just enough time for me to drift back to reality and to gather my forces to stand up.

She announces that she is done and I stand groggily and look around for my clothes. She doesn't help me get dressed as some others do, but sits smiling on the massage table. I get up the nerve to ask what king of music is playing and she says Chinese realizing that I really cannot tell the difference among Asian nationalities. She laughs about it in a friendly way but underneath she is probably writing me off as a typical racially myopic American white man. As promised, I tip her well and she escorts me to the door and we hug goodbye. "Come again!" "I definitely will." At the bottom of the stairs sunlight is shining under the door and I wait as a couple of foot shadows pass by. Out into the sunlight and I resume my life; another hour lost to pampering, pleasuring and sensual delights.