Morning walk

Sometimes hiding in plain sight works out. But of course, timing is everything. The two cliches butted heads one morning when I had the day off & everyone I know was, I assume, busy with their own affairs. I decided to visit a spa that's in walking distance of my house. It's on a busy street with a popular convenience store and a highway entrance road within shouting distance.

The spa has been there for years; a very unassuming place even with the huge lighted sign in front. It's just a storefront with other businesses and parking lots on either side. I timed my visit for mid-morning when most people would have arrived at work but before they would venture out for coffee. Walking down the side street I could see that the convenience store parking lot had only a couple of cars in it and that traffic was pretty light. Of course, it would only take one acquaintance breaking their routine to spot me from the street.

I turned the corner and had a half a block to cover. There was some unusual activity right near the entrance so I figured I would have to make a split second decision whether or not to go in. A cable guy with his white van gleaming in the sun on the side of the building was working with a long yellow ladder against the telephone pole right across from the entrance. Another guy, an Asian man was pacing in front of the building talking on a cell phone. It was a 50-50 decision - go or no go.

I slowed my pace and saw that the cable guy was maneuvering the ladder over to his truck. If I timed it right, he would be on the side of the building by the time I passed and wouldn't see me go in. I figured the Asian guy was connected to the spa, so I'm sure he would be glad to see me enter even if I distracted him from his conversation. Up to 70-30.

I walked past the distracted worker and caller and glanced down the street; traffic was still light although I could see a bus approaching in the distance. Hmmm, 40-60. One more step & I was out of the sun and in the shade of the building. 50-50. Another couple of steps & I figured that the activity behind me would attract more attention from passers by than my discreet figure hurrying along the sidewalk. I came to the door and literally made my decision then and there; I opened the door and walked into the entry way to the sound of bells hanging on the door. Safe inside, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The only problem going this early is that the masseuses were still eating breakfast or just starting their morning routines. The mamasan let me in and led me to a room still chewing her coffee bun. I didn't have to lie and said I had been there before and I paid the house fee. It was a little chilly in the room (another disadvantage of arriving early) but I undressed and met C, a tall, thin Asian woman with long straight black hair, as she came in to escort me to the shower.

I really like getting soaped up and scrubbed down by a young woman. She made extra sure I was clean down there, on both sides. She dried me off and we went back to the room, skipping the sauna (it was probably not up to temperature yet). I lay naked on my stomach and relaxed for a wonderful massage. This is one of the HJ only spas (rub & tug, jack shack) so I knew not to expect full service. In fact, this is one of the places where the masseuses do not remove any clothing but usually allow customers to grope a little when the time comes. However, the massage is usually much better than places that offer all out sex.

And this was the case. A very relaxing, stress-relieving session. When she finished with my back, legs and feet she started her light touch all over but concentrated on my ass and inner thighs. Occasionally she brushed her fingers against my growing member as I arched my pelvis up to relieve some pressure. As if on cue, C bent over and let the tips of her hair follow her fingers across my tingling skin. Then she started gently blowing all around my asshole and balls. I could barely stand it. Blow in my rear, I'll follow you anywhere.

She told me to turn over and asked permission to take care of my way-too obvious muscle tension. Of course I said yes and the lotion came out and the stroking began. I ran my hand up along her white jeans over her legs and ass but when I started caressing her back under her shirt she giggled and tensed up because my hand was too cold for her. I tried warming my hand between her legs and on top of her shirt but it wasn't enough to stop her from cringing again when I went under. She leaned over for some more hair teasing as she stroked and I tried to approach from the top. I managed to get between her tits and almost into her bra but she giggled again and lost some of her concentration. I gave up and just squeezed gently atop her top.

In spite of all that it was a very nice finish. She cleaned me up with a hot towel and finished the massage with a nice head and scalp rub. I dressed and we hugged and I stood in the entry way for a minute hoping I could just walk away invisibly. I pulled down my cap, pulled up my collar and went out onto the sidewalk at full walking speed as if I had been marching up the street for blocks. Another hour lost to the sensual stimulation of muscle and blood.