This is my first attempt to write here on Literotica. This story describes my first visit to an Asian Massage Parlor. It was definitely an eye opening experience. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed that first visit.
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I was traveling to Colorado to lay the groundwork for an upcoming group trip. I had been camping in the mountains for a few days, hiking several miles a day and enjoying the scenery. I got back to camp that evening and decided to head into the nearby small town to get something to eat since I was getting tired of my own cooking. I also needed some supplies for the next few days. I drove in and saw this wood-fired pizza place and whipped into a nearby parking spot in the large parking lot that served several businesses there. I finished up my pizza and margaritas, paid, and walked out through the parking lot towards my car.
As I walked past a couple of doors, I noticed one standing open in the pleasant summer weather. I glanced up and noticed the sign MASSAGE. Thinking nothing about it, I walked on until I reached my car, then as I was unlocking the door; I thought, “Why not? It will make my sore body feel better. Maybe I’ll just indulge myself tonight.” Little did I realize just what that indulgence would entail.
As I walked back up the steeply sloped asphalt parking lot from where I’d parked my car, my breathing had increased a bit as I walked through the open door, both from the altitude, as well as the unknown. It was much darker in the room compared to the bright sunlit parking lot.
As my eyes tried to adjust, I heard a woman’s heavily accented voice, in very broken English say, “You want massaggee?” As my eyes adjusted to the dim interior, I noticed an older Asian woman standing behind the desk. She was smiling and she could tell I was young and inexperienced as I nodded in the affirmative. She gets up and comes around the desk and embraces me for a quick hug, then grabs my arm and heads down the hallway.
I enjoyed the feel of her soft warm body next to mine as we slowly walked down the hall to the third door. My mind was reeling. This was completely different than any other massage I had ever experienced. Never before had I gotten a massage where the masseuse had touched me before I climbed on the table. Yet, this woman linked her arm in mine and was practically massaging me with her soft body as we walked down the hallway. My breathing rate increased even more and I wondered what I had gotten myself into.
The larger reception room I’d initially walked into had some dangling ornaments with lights and this theme continued in the small massage room off the hallway. There was a dim lamp on a corner stand which also held some lotion bottles and boom box. A chair and folded white towel on a massage table completed the room’s contents.
She enters with me and squeezes my hands, saying, “Get undressed. Me back soon.” Then she opens the door and walks out.
I undress completely, hang my clothes on the wall hooks and climb onto the table and cover myself with the small towel across my bare buttocks. As I relax on the warm table for a few minutes, I hear a knock and then the door opens.
The same 40ish woman walks into the room. She is attractive with medium-sized, perky, round breasts and stands about 5’4″. She is still dressed in tight black cotton shorts and a black t-shirt. She drags her hand along my body as she walks to the head of the bed where the bottles are sitting on the stand.
“Massagee hard or massagee soft?” as she turns on the tape player which begins to play some sort of soothing Oriental music.
“I like it hard,” I mumble through the small opening in the headrest.
As the music continues, I feel her warm hands begin to rub down my back. The oil lets them slide easily and I enjoy the soothing touch on my sore muscles. As she continues the massage, my muscles begin to relax, my breathing slows, and I nearly drift off to sleep. The massage continues much like others I have had in the past.
I hear her move down to the other end of the table. Her warm, moist hands begin to rub up the muscular calves of my long legs. I feel the soreness begin to leave them as her strokes milk the lactic acid from my tired muscles.
The massage continues as she moves upward from my calves, across my knee joint then along my thighs, rubbing upwards on the outside of my thighs until she hits my buttocks and then back downwards along the inside of my strong thighs. As she continues with these strokes, I don’t even notice the towel advancing gradually upwards with each stroke, slowly exposing my bare buttocks.
I enjoy the sensations of her strong fingers and hands on my sore body. Her massage is nice and firm. I feel the tension and soreness begin to leave. Then her warm hands move over my buttocks. She begins to knead them and then finds a sore spot. She switches to using her elbow as she grinds it into that trigger point in the gluteal muscles. I grimace with pain as she works on that trigger point. After several minutes of working on those sore spots, she moves back to my thighs. With each stroke, she milks the muscles upward and then back downwards. I lay there enjoying her kneading strokes, breathing slowly, relaxing, and relishing the pleasant feelings beginning to run through my body as the massage continues.
Suddenly, an electrical jolt shoots through my body as I feel her fingers gently caress up through the crack of my ass, brushing against places I had never before had someone touch. I almost jump off the table as my respiration rate swiftly begins to race.
“You likee?” I hear her say as she leans her lips down close against my ear. I can feel her warm breasts press against the bare skin of my back. I lift my head from the rest and look directly at her smiling face as she presses nearer. My cock suddenly twitches as I feel her soft, warm fingers run through my butt crack again. My mind is spinning. My cock is suddenly rigid like an iron rod.
I had never experienced anything like this during any of my previous massages. I was so naïve that I did not even know what to expect next. This had never even crossed my wildest imagination. (I might mention that I had grown up in very small town USA and was very sheltered in my upbringing.) As I feel her fingers slowly trace their way up the inside of my thigh in a teasing manner, I utter, “YES.” On the next stroke, her fingertips brush against my heavy scrotum; I moan in pleasure.
She knows she has me now! (by the proverbial balls, if you will.) She continues to rub between my legs, teasing me as her warm fingers caress my heavy balls, now more fully exposed as I spread my legs wider to allow her better access. Her lips so close to my ear I can feel her warm breath, as she says again, “You likee?”
My moans of pleasure continue as she softly strokes up my thighs and ends each movement by grazing my balls, with an occasional stroke up through my now tense buttocks.
Looking back, I now realize that this is one of those notorious ‘she saw me coming when I walked through the door.’ As her strokes continued, she whispers,” You gimmee good tip?”
How could I say no to that? My cock is now rock hard, my balls are getting stroked repeatedly, and her warm breasts are still pressed against my bare back muscles. I can feel her tight, erect nipples through her thin t-shirt. There was no way I was not going to see what else would happen.
My hand moved off the table and onto her leg as she stood beside me continuing the massage. I stroked up and down her warm thigh. Those tight black short shorts leave lots of skin to caress. She leans even closer, “You likee give me massagee?”
I roll over, exposing my hard cock and nod my head yes. She grabs my hard shaft as she steps back and I sit up on the table. She strokes me a couple more times and then climbs up on the massage table as I slide off. I feel her warm body press against mine as we switch places.
Standing at the side of the table, I start massaging her back. My fingers soon tell me that she is not wearing a bra beneath that tight t-shirt. Then moving to the head of the table, I lean over her head and pull on her t-shirt until she arches her body up to allow it to be drawn up and over her head. My eyes enjoy the sight that pulling off her tight black t-shirt allows. Her amber-skinned torso sporting full heavy breasts tipped by dark nipples is fully exposed.
She smiles, as she lowers her body back down onto the table hiding those nice beautiful breasts and nipples. Grabbing a bottle, I squirt oil onto my warm hands and begin rubbing down her back. There I am, standing naked as a jaybird, my hard cock jutting like a spear, her face pressed into the head cradle as I stroke down her back. Each time I lean over to reach far down her back, I feel my scrotum brush against her long black hair. My mind imagines her face lifting, opening her warm wet mouth and taking my shaft deep each time I lean down and stroke her back.
My long fingers and hands move down across her shoulder blades and continue down her back until my fingers slip under her black cotton shorts. Her curvy ass cheeks receive a firm squeeze with each stroke. My hands disappear under the band of her tight black cotton shorts and are filled by nice firm bare skin. I am beneath her panties. I can feel a softness on the back side of my hands. I realize that this must the silky bikini underwear she has on under them. I use my strong hands to work her body firmly and thoroughly. Each stroke of my hands moves down her back, inside her panties and squeezes her butt as I continue to work on her soft body. Enjoying her smooth skin beneath my hands as much as she enjoys my caressing (aka massaging) her body. Each time I lean over, my bare chest presses against her bare back. We are both enjoying the sensations.
I have always enjoyed studying the human body, and even though I haven’t taken any training in massage, my long fingers find the sore spots on her body and she enjoys it. Her moans of pleasure are expressed each time I work on a trigger point and feel it relax. I move down towards her feet and begin to rub her soft smooth legs.
Starting at her left calf, I stroke the muscles and feel the tension release as I stroke each calf individually. I begin to move upward above her knees and feel her shapely thighs. I gently press the inside of both knees apart. This spreads her legs to give me better access. I begin to rub each thigh with long flowing strokes. Gliding upwards along the outside and then slipping slowly back downwards on the inside.
Then I switch and my hands begin to caress her very smooth inner thighs on the up-stroke and I finish each pass with a squeeze of her round buttocks. Each time, I spend more and more time on her buttocks, squeezing and caressing each. I feel her body relaxing, but the tension in the room is definitely building.
I climb onto the table and kneel between her legs. Once in this position, I reposition my knees wider apart to spread her thighs even more; and I can enjoy the sight of her firm butt much easier. I don’t have to lean over so far, as when I was standing at the bottom of the table and my fingers can have better access to her body. My well-oiled fingers stroke her very smooth inner thigh, brushing up against her crotch with each stroke, ending with my fingers kneading her butt muscles.
Her body is constantly squirming now, as each of my strokes tease her mercilessly with each upward caress. My fingers reach for and find the band of her tight black shorts and I pull them down her smooth legs. This exposes her hot pink, silk bikini underwear. The crotch of which has disappeared like a thong between her now puffy, swollen labia. My cock twitches as I kneel immediately below this delicious sight. I reach for the oil and then begin rubbing her engorged labia with a small circular motion. I inhale her musky scent as she becomes more and more aroused. Her hips begin to gyrate in time with my thumb movements. Her hips lift slightly to provide me better access. Her moans of pleasure increase as my thumbs stroke each swollen labia, constantly moving higher and higher towards her aching clitoris.
My fingers grab the pink material and begin to tug it down. Her hips shake to assist as my hands tug them down her thighs, then over her bare calves and past her bare feet. She is now naked on the massage table. I lie down on top of her. My naked body covering her naked body. As our bodies touch, I feel the electricity, and my nose now detects a lavender scent in her hair, as I stretch onto her body. I move my body slowly over hers and we both enjoy the tingling sensations as our skins fully touch. I raise myself back up into a kneeling position between her spread thighs. Her labia now glisten with moisture. Once again, I begin to stroke her buttocks, squeezing them and teasing them with my thumbs. With each stroke, I brush downwards along her now very swollen labia. She enjoys these strokes as evidenced by the increasing volume of her moans.
My fingers begin to open and spread those swollen lips in preparation for insertion. Her demeanor immediately changes and yells, “NO! NO! NO GO IN!”
I am devastated. I wasn’t sure how far to go, but I must have reached her limit.
Suddenly, she gets up off the table and motions me to get back on the table. I lay down on my back with my hard cock still standing at attention and watch as she grabs an oil bottle. She leans down and softly whispers, “Makee you feel good now,” into my ear. I watch as she lifts the bottle high and squeezes the oil onto my erection. I feel each drop, as I watch it drip onto my hard cock. Her hands reach out, grab my shaft and begin slowly stroking up and down. Soon one hand moves down to my scrotum and I feel her squeeze my balls as she continues to stroke my long hard cock. She says, “Be good boy, cum for me.”
This totally new sensual experience for this naïve Midwestern guy has me so rock hard and so hot, I know I will not last very long. Still stroking me, she leans over my erect cock. Her breasts and hard nipples still a feast for my eyes, I hope she is going to open her mouth and engulf the head, but she just blows warm air over my already dripping precum-covered head.
After several more strokes, my hips begin to buck, my balls tighten as she blows hot air over my glistening glans again. Suddenly, my cock begins to pulse rhythmically in her warm hand. The first explosive eruption lands a rope of thick white cream across my chest clear up to my neck. Each remaining spurt splatters more thick white cum until my chest is nearly covered.
She laughs and says, “Oooo, very good boy, much cum for me. Too much. Good boy.”
As I lie there panting, she reaches under the table for a towel and begins to clean me up. After that she covers me with a big white towel. She gets dressed and leaves the room. For a few minutes, I enjoy the sensations still running through my body, but then I get dressed and walk out to the reception area. I give her the tip as she hugs me and says, “You good boy, you come back soon.”
My mind is reeling as I walk to my car. Never in my wildest dreams had I expected that from a massage, but her ‘come back soon’ is already being processed in my overwhelmed brain.
This was the first of many massage experiences since; but I’ll never forget that first erotic massage.