Relaxing in the big city

I haven't had a meeting in the big city for a while so when I found myself wrapping things up just after lunch I calculated I had a couple of hours to spend on my own. I begged off a couple of offers for a ride to my home town saying I had some shopping to do in Chinatown. On the subway I checked out the adults ads in the local free paper and picked out a couple of possibilities for recreational massages.

I could have visited other places I had been in the neighborhood - the nail salons, the apartment - but I was itching for something new. I recognized some of the places advertised and I decided on a business that just offered relaxing massages. It's run by a business woman and it got pretty good reviews in the whoremonger Internet literature except for reports of a visiting assistant masseuse who was not all that friendly. I knew it would be hit or miss, but I decided to give it a try.

I called from a block away and L, the owner, gave me directions to a corner office building on one of the bordering streets of Chinatown - 4th floor of an old brick building. In the foyer was an ancient looking elevator that has seen better days. I decided to take the stairs which didn't look much better. The building was full of small businesses. First floor, hair stylists; second floor, insurance and real estate; third floor, psychic readings and yoga studios; fourth floor, a therapist and down a winding hallway, my destination.

The door was open to reveal a comfortable living room with couches, an oriental rug and a coffee table with issues of Self and People piled up. L, a short middle-aged Chinese woman greeted me and turned briefly to finish up showing a much younger woman how to use the CD player. She ushered me into one of two small rooms with a massage table while the younger woman followed me in holding the radio. She introduced herself as C and said she was a friend of L's just helping out for a couple of days. I was relieved to hear she wasn't the woman who got such bad reviews - maybe she was there because of too many complaints about her predecessor.

The usual routine - taking my massage fee and asking me to get undressed. No table shower in any of the places I have been in this neighborhood. The room was small with a small table in the corner for supplies. C came in when I was naked and asked me to lie down on the massage table. She was dressed all in black - jeans and a pullover - which matched her long black hair. Probably in her late 20s, C had a cute smile and strong hands. She was obviously a professional. She asked if she could use oil & I agreed figuring most of it would wear off on my clothes by the time I got home.

The massage was good and strong but relaxing. After some small talk (concerning mostly about the other similar places I had been - sizing me up for a potential happy ending, I'm sure) I was going into into a swooning reverie when she left and came back with some hot towels to wipe off a lot of the oil. Discarding the towels, she began the light touches. A few minutes of this teasing with her hands and hair running up and down my spine, ass and legs, C whispered that I should turn over. With my cock almost at full mast, she pointed and smiled at me without saying anything. I took that as the question I was waiting for. I nodded in silence and she went to the table and pumped out a fistful of oil.

Since it was my first time there and she was so nice, I hadn't been groping her too much - only accidental brushes against her legs. When she slathered on the oil I started running my hands up her legs and back but the jeans weren't providing a very sexy feel. I went up to her tits and fondled her over her top but she was wearing the typical padded chastity bra. I could feel the mounds and cleavage when I reached the top which then began to finally get my blood coursing with the right intensity.

As C was slowly working my cock, she smiled sweetly at me, something many providers do not do. It's one of those fantasy images burned into my memory - a cute Chinese girl servicing me with a smile. I couldn't help but raising my knees and arching my back as her stroking became more robust until finally I shot my load all over my stomach with my eyes rolled back and Easy Rider hallucinogenic stars bursting in my psyche.

She left the room to clean up and I slowly came back to earth. More hot towels when she returned and a facial massage to finish up. I sat up in a daze and I vaguely remember getting dressed. She helped me with my socks and shoes and buttoned my shirt for me. I gave her a tip, hugged her and dreamily made it back down the stairs. The noise of the city finished waking me up and I floated down the street towards the train station and reality.