I enter the Asian massage parlor feeling a bit apprehensive. My boss Kevin (who is the same age as myself) had surprised me with a gift to this place, and I should feel happy. However, Kevin loves practical jokes. So I don't really know what to expect. "My secretary scheduled the massage for you and has paid for it in advance, including the tip", he tells me, "so relax and enjoy yourself. Best of all, the girls at this place wear nothing underneath their kimonos, so you are sure to get a happy ending."
*Hopefully the masseuse will really be a woman,* I think to myself as I enter.
"Can I help you?" asks the cheerful, 20-something year old Asian girl sitting behind the front counter.
"Yeah, I'm Jake?" I say nervously. "I've got an appointment for eleven o'clock."
"Yes, Mr. Jake. Your session is with Cindy," she tells me. "Please to follow me."
I enter a door leading into the building and we step down a hallway with industrial carpet. Doors line each side and she motions me inside one. It's a darkened room that has one dim light. Soft Asian music plays in the background, and a low massage table stands in the middle of the room. "Get completely undressed, including your underwear," she instructs. She points to a chair in a corner. "You can put your clothes on the chair over there," she advises. After closing the door, she leaves.
I undress hurriedly and see my reflection in a clock hanging on the wall. Even though I need to lose twenty pounds, many people tell me that I still look like a surfer because of my blonde hair, blue eyes and once muscular frame. However, I am now 48, divorced and have just recently joined a gym. I am hoping to get back out into the dating market. To be honest, most people don't believe that I have never surfed because I live a few blocks away from the Pacific Ocean, but the currents from the Gulf of Alaska make the California ocean water close to freezing. So yeah, it's true, I've never surfed.
Before I get on the massage table, I grab a towel from a nearby sink area and cover my rear end. I don't want to scare away the poor girl by completely exposing my bright white ass. In addition, the massage table that I lie on has got to be the lowest massage table in the world. The table stands maybe three feet off the floor. Besides being extra low to the ground, it's extra-wide too. It has a built-in face-cradle, so I poke my face through the tissue that surrounds it, close my eyes and wait. My heart thumps to the rhythm of the Chinese music as I wonder who and what awaits me.
The door opens with a sudden hushed sound then shuts tight. I hear the shuffling sound of someone stepping towards me but I resist looking up.
I smell a hint of jasmine mixed with pineapple and feel a pair of soft female hands. Someone completely removes the terry-cloth towel covering my waist to completely expose my bare buttocks. However, she rearranges the towel and puts it back on me so it now covers my entire back as well as my rear end.
She bends forward on the table and I can actually feel her knees touching my ribs as she presses down firmly on my toweled spine with her forearms. She starts near my shoulder blades and works her way slowly down the towel to my ass. I take several deep breaths as she puts her entire weight down on my body. My back cracks loudly a few times due to her pressure and when one side is done, she moves off the table, slowly goes to my other side and kneels down again with her knees beside me on that side. She presses down with measured pressure and I hear more crackling coming from my back, but it does feel relaxing.
Done with that, she returns to the other side, giving me time to inhale deeply. She tugs the towel down to expose my back and shoulders and kneels back down in the same position. Now she expertly smooths my skin with oil on her hands. I feel her bare forearms on my shoulder blades and back. Next come her elbows. She does each side with the same methodical strokes and I can feel the sleeves of her silk kimono touch my skin. What the heck. I close my eyes and let out a contented sigh. She moves off the table, steps to the other side, kneels beside me and using her elbows and forearms, she grinds out the knots on the other side of my body too.
Now I understand why the table is so low and wide. It makes it easier for to put her body weight on my back.
The soft Chinese background music changes to a new song and I feel the towel being tugged off my ass. She elbows my glutes and squirts extra oil on the backs of my legs. I feel her soft hands exploring my hamstrings. I'm nearly half asleep from being so relaxed, but now as her fingers push, pull and make circles on the back of my legs, I can feel my member becoming rigid beneath me. She pulls my legs apart and her fingers rub the muscles under my groin and millimeters from my ball sack. Does she realize what she is doing, I wonder? My heart races as she stops, changes position and now uses her forearms on my ass as if she's trying to smooth my butt, but her nose seems awfully to my asshole. Her silk kimono feels somewhat erotic as it brushes against my hamstrings too and my precum leaks onto the sheet beneath me.
"Your first time here?" I hear her ask me. Her voice sounds definitely feminine.
"Yes," I answer. "What's your name?"
"Cindy,"
"I'm Jake."
"Ahh, Jake," she repeats. Then after a few seconds, I add, "My boss, Kevin comes here all the time."
"Ah Kevin, you know Kevin?"
"Yes. I, um, I work for him."
"Ahh."
She wriggles her hands under my hip bones again and just as she touches my hairy pubic area, she stops. She does this over and over and over, making me squirm. Her fingers are so close to my rigid cock I can almost scream.
Done with that part, she taps my legs encouraging me to spread them out wider on the table, so I oblige. She then pats my butt and helps me lift my ass up in the air. I take my face out of the cradle and lift myself up to my elbows. My balls dangle freely but she doesn't mind. I can feel her fingers exploring my inner thighs. She expertly presses two pressure points next to my testicles and holds the tension for a good 20 seconds before she finally releases. I blush as her silk kimono accidentally brushes against my balls. The smooth, silk kimono feels like heaven.