It has been several months since anyone touched me in a sensual way. It seemed much longer. I was so grateful that my Fiancé understood my basic need for occasional relief from the constant sexual tension related to having a lover on the other side of the world. COVID, coupled with very limited Visa approvals for her to come to the US has significantly limited our ability to visit, and greatly extended the time required for our Fiancé visa to move forward. Over the past two years, we have enjoyed plenty of intimate and uninhibited sexual chats, and occasional intimate video sessions, using toys to satiate our growing physical attraction toward one another. That said, nothing compares to having the warm touch of another person on your skin, to excite your senses.
With her blessing, I was on a mission to find temporary relief from our sexual restrictions, and general lack of physical intimacy. As I walked toward the door of the Asian massage parlor, I felt the welcome sensation of hot blood flowing through my dick. It was beginning to swell as I allowed my imagination to run wild with what might be possible during my massage session. Truthfully, I had no idea if anything might happen beyond a good rub-down, but it felt good to imagine things going beyond a basic service.
Fingers crossed, and heart pumping a bit faster than normal, I walked in. The place was very quiet, and unusually warm. Typical of such places, the lighting was low, but it seemed as if I might be the only person present. As I glanced to my right, I spotted a lady sitting behind the counter, who turned to greet me. She told me that she was so sorry about the warm temperature. Their AC is broken and will not be fixed until tomorrow at the earliest. She suggested that perhaps I would like to come back another day? She was a small woman, probably in her mid-forties, but seemed to be in good shape for her age. Her muscle tone indicated she must do something to maintain her fitness. After pondering the situation, I decided to try and stay. I had driven an hour to get here, and during most of the drive, I was building the courage to overcome the fear of actually following through. This seemed like a nonconvention way to deal with my sexual needs, but masturbation had lost its thrill and reward, after months of relying on it. I was determined to see this little adventure through, while I still had the conviction to do so. I asked her if it is possible to get a massage now, since I am here already. She seemed to give me a quick once over and concluded I did not pose a threat. She said it is an option, but given the current situation, she had sent all the girls home until the AC could be repaired. She did not normally perform massages anymore as she is the owner, but she was able to do so. Since she was the only staff present, she would need a few minutes to close up the shop, so she could step away from the front desk.
While she was not the young girl one might conjure up in a fantasy of an Asian masseuse, she had a nice body, beautiful face, and a great Customer Service attitude about the situation. As she proceeded to lock the doors, and turn off the welcome sign, I realized we would be alone, with no interruptions. This caused my mind to consider the benefits, and little man seemed happy about it as well, as he shifted in my pants. She walked me back to a low-lit room and suggested that I get undressed, and lay face down on the bed. She asked that since nobody else would be in the building, if I would mind if she left the door open to minimize hot air from being trapped in the room. I told her that was fine with me. She turned to leave the room to allow me to disrobe. As she turned toward the door, I noticed the top she was wearing was a bit see-through with the hall light outside, and she appeared to have small, perhaps a-cup breasts. What commanded my attention the most, however, was how firm they appeared to be, and her dark swollen nipple. I have always been a fan of petite women who took care of themselves. Suddenly, I was doubting my ability to lie down for the massage without a persistent erection, based on her looks and muscular build.
As she left the room, I began to take off my clothes, confirming as I pulled down my boxers, that I was indeed going to need to try and find a way to relax my boner. I quickly climbed on the table tucking my member under me as I laid on my stomach. It was then that I noticed she was standing in the hall, just a few feet away, folding towels. I could have sworn she had a slight smile on her face, as our eyes met. This was not going to help with my efforts to get my dick back into a relaxed mode.
