Darren needed to get out of the house but the weather was too hot for anything outside. He was going a bit stir crazy and wanted a change of scenery. He decided to head to the local mall and walk around a bit in the air conditioning. Walking regularly was about the only real exercise Darren got the last few years. And when the weather was this hot, the mall was a good option to get some activity.
In his mid-40s, 5'8" and still in ok shape, maybe a few extra pounds, Darren entered the mall feeling the cool contrast to the oppressive heat outside. He started walking, looking in the windows but rarely stopping to check things out. He would probably check out the bookstore, grab a pretzel later and watch the variety of people shopping and wandering about.
It had been a while since he had been to this mall and he notices a few changes, old stores gone, new ones opened. Walking steadily at a decent pace, he avoided eye contact with the workers at the various kiosks.
In one corner of the mall he saw a store he hadn't seen on previous trips. This was some sort of massage place. The outer decor was Asian and listed a variety of massage options. There were massage chairs visible inside, not the kind you find in the middle of mall that you sit in and it vibrates. These were the type you sat forward on with you face in a cradle so the massage person could work on your back and neck. The name of the store was "Sweet Surrender"
A young looking Asian man, maybe 25, was standing near the entrance hoping for a customer. Darren has always enjoyed getting massage, especially from young men, bonus if they are Asian. Stopping to look at the menu he saw services prices for chair massage, acupressure, aromatherapy, even full body Swedish massage. There must have been a massage table somewhere that couldn't be seen.
"Good afternoon," the young man said, "how are you doing today?" His accent was subtle and Darren wasn't able to determine where it might be from. The young proprietor was maybe 5'6", slim but athletically built. He was wearing lightweight cotton pants in black with a white polo that clung nicely to his chest.
"Good afternoon," Darren responded, "I'm doing OK. Needed to get out of the house but also stay out of the heat." He was wearing a loose short sleeve button up shirt with shorts that were snug but comfortable. "I haven't seen this shop before, how long have you been here?"
"Just a month or two. It's been going pretty good, some days better than others. Are you interested in getting a massage today?" He asked smiling at the older white man.
"Well, I do enjoy a good massage and it's been a while," Darren replied returning the smile. Flirting was never his strong suit and this just seemed natural at this point.
"We are offering a special for first time customers, chair massage including acupressure and aromatherapy, 30 minutes for the price of 15. I can take you right away."
Darren thought about it for a moment, still checking out the young man in front of him. "Ok, let's go ahead, that sounds good."
"Great, my name is Tim, it's nice to meet you." He extended his hand for a shake. Darren took the hand gripping firmly but not too strongly. Tim returned the grip with equal, maybe even a bit more pressure. He looked Darren straight in the eyes as he shook the hand, Darren was the first to look away, Tim still smiling, holding the handshake just a bit longer than necessary. "Follow me," he said and turned into the shop.
Darren briefly hesitated but then followed the young man into the shop taking the opportunity to admire the tight butt in front of him. Tim called out something in a language Darren couldn't understand. From the back another young Asian gentleman emerged. The two exchanged some words, the new man giving Darren a once over glance. Smiling and laughing just a bit, the two parted, Tim heading toward one of the massage chairs, the other toward the front of the store.
"That is David, he's going to watch the front while I work on you," Tim explained. He indicated one of the chairs and Darren mounted kneeling on the leg pads then leaning into the chest pad, finally putting my face in the covered cradle. He put his arms on the extended arm rest and settled into the chair.
"Are you comfortable?" Tim asked. Darren said yes. "I'm going to set up the aroma therapy. It will be placed under the face cradle so you get the full effect. are you allergic to any scents?"
"No," Darren replied.
"I am going to use a special house blend we use for relaxation. It is Lavender based with a few other oils. Most men find it very soothing, but you let me know if you don't care for it."
Darren replied, "I'm sure it will be fine, I'm willing to trust your judgement. I will put myself in your hands." Tim smiled at this comment, as he prepared the special oils.
"Just relax, I'm going to adjust the chair," Tim said. Darren could feel himself rolling forward until his back was parallel to the floor. His head slightly angled down. This position put Darren's butt on display. "That's better," Tim continued, "That should make things easier. Let me know if it gets uncomfortable."
Music started to quietly play and Darren began to nice a pleasant scent, not overpowering, but more subtle. He felt Tim's hands begin to engage with his body. Starting from the low back with palm pressure moving up on each side of the spine, squeezing of the muscles at his shoulders, fingers kneading his neck and up through his short hair.
From Darren's head the hands flowed back down to the base of his spine. This process was repeated a couple of times with some variation to include the arms which were folded on an armrest below his face. The next time Tim's hands return down the body, they went lower, pressing and kneading Darren's glutes. During this time, Darren's shirt had been pushed up a bit exposing a bit of his white skinned back.
