She called herself Sara.
I knew it wasn't her real name. They never use their real names. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was an incredibly sexy Korean girl who, in just a few minutes, was going to have her hands all over my naked body.
I had come into the spa with some trepidation because you never know what to expect in places like this. Plus, I was in an unfamiliar town on business. An old Asian woman answered the door and I thought, please don't let her be the massage girl. She asked me to wait about five minutes. I sat on the couch, scanning a magazine, realizing that I'd forgotten my reading glasses. But that was all right. I wouldn't need them. After a few minutes, the old woman beckoned me to follow her to the bottom of a stairway. I did, and when I looked up the stairs, about halfway up, there she stood.
She was petite and perfectly proportioned. A lovely, welcoming smile, large round breasts seemingly ready to burst out of her coral-colored lingerie, and phenomenal bare legs. As I followed her up the stairs, I could feel my cock stiffening just watching her walk ahead of me. This was going to be fun.
The room was dimly-lit, as they usually are. I gave her the standard house fee, and she asked if I needed a shower. I declined. I wanted to get right to it. (Though in retrospect, maybe we could have had some fun in there...) She commented on my blue eyes (my best feature, they were once referred to as "piercing" by an escort I spent some time with.) She left the room with the money, I undressed and laid face down on the massage table.
I watched her as she returned to the room. Wow, just...wow. The more I looked at her, the more I wanted her. I told her how great she looked and how much I was looking forward to the next hour. She accepted my compliment and went to work. She started with the shoulders. I asked her name and gave her mine. A little small talk. She was from Korea, had lived in the US for 10 years, lived in Queens NY but came down here to the Philadelphia area for work. Then she climbed on top of me, straddling me across my upper thighs and began massaging my lower back, touching a little on my ass. I felt her smooth, sexy legs pressed against me and grew harder.
She asked if I'd been to a place like this back in Boston. I answered yes, but the girls were mostly Chinese.
"Just massage, though," she said in her accented but adept English.
"Other things, too," I said.
"Oh..."
It was time to start the negotiation. "Can I get other things here, too?" I asked.
"What you like to do with me?"
Ok. Do I hint? Do I get explicit? I decided to just go for it.
