Lost and Found

Literotic asexstories – Lost and Found by echolalia

I’m new to writing erotic fiction, and English is not my native language. Constructive criticism is very welcome.

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– All characters are over eighteen years old.

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— EchoLaLia

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Where was my bag? I left it on a coat-hook right there. Or was that yesterday and did I leave it somewhere else in this maze-like building? I ran down a few hallways, all alike, my bag was in the fifth I tried. I decided to keep it with me at all times from now on. It would have been a disaster to be without my study books for the whole weekend.

The first few days of the first year at university aren’t easy. Especially not when you have my sense of direction.

Of course it was raining and of course I was two seconds too late to catch my bus. The bus didn’t miss me when it drove through a puddle, though. What a great day. According to the timetable there wouldn’t be another bus for half an hour. I didn’t want to be cold, soaked and hungry for that long, so I started walking. Surely I would be able to follow the route of the bus to the train station, and be able to get home from there, right?

Wrong.

Perhaps because of the bad weather and my worse mood I looked at the sidewalk in front of me too much, and didn’t look around me enough. I didn’t notice at all I had chosen the wrong direction somewhere, until a man stopped me.

“Hey you with the red hair, how much?”

“How much?” I looked around as if there might be something that needed counting. There were women sitting behind windows in their underwear. Oh GOD. “Oh. I uhhh I… sorry I don’t work here I uhhh I think I’m lost.”

“Where are you going?”

“To the train station.”

“The station is that way.” He pointed to the left.

“Thanks.” I walked off, but he stopped me again.

“Girl! You look hungry. Here, have this.” He pulled a plastic back from the pocket of his coat, it contained some flattened slices of bread.

“Uh. Thanks.”

“Any time. Be safe.”

“Thank you. You have a nice day, sir.”

“Oh believe me, I will.” He winked.

I thought I heard him say something to himself, something like “…and such cute freckles too.”

I pushed the memory of my mother telling me “don’t accept food from strangers” from my mind, and made a mess separating the bread from the meat on it (I’m a vegetarian). I was hungry, soaked, cold, and now also quite surprised by this random act of kindness. And my legs were hurting. Did I mention I was cold?

The street ended in a T. Which way did I have to go now to get to the station? I looked around, there were no signs and there was nobody to ask. I did see a big sign right in front of me: “MASSAGE”. That would be nice. A warm room, warm hands on my cold muscles… On the other hand, I had to be careful not to spend too much money on things I didn’t need, or else I would end up without food at the end of the month. “MASSAGE” the sign said. “MASSAGE”. I gave in.

The place looked old and cheap. An Asian woman who was at least in her sixties, with a gold tooth and big ugly hearing aids, sat at what had to pass for a reception desk. This had been a mistake. I turned around to walk out again.

“ONLY TWENTY FOR NORMAL MASSAGE!” she yelled at me.

I stopped.

“PLEASE ONLY TWENTY. BUSINESS NOT GOOD ON RAINY DAY, WE BE VERY NICE TO YOU, VERY SKILLED.”

I stood in doubt for a moment. This was less than half what I expected to spend. I turned again and gave her the money. “Alright.”

“GOOD! YOU GO THIS DOOR AND TAKE OFF CLOTHES, MASSEUSE WILL TAKE YOU.”

The masseuse was a very pretty Asian woman, in her late twenties, and about a head shorter than me. Everything about her was small and thin, except for her strong arms. She didn’t look bony or boyish though, in fact I’ve never seen so much femininity even in two women combined. Her long ponytail almost reached her tiny bottom. “Follow me” she said. Her almost black eyes had a strange authority in them.

“Yes, madam” I said, automatically. It was as if I had walked into a cowshed and found a goddess inside, I had no idea how to act so I went with submissive.

She bared a row of sparkling teeth in a friendly smile. “I not madam, I Susy. You lie on table do nothing, Susy take care of you.”

The bad English sounded odd from her, especially because her pronunciation was perfect. For a moment I wondered what this might mean, but the thought was quickly replaced by the bigger question why she wasn’t working in a place where she would be paid much, much more. Her small hands quickly examined my arms, neck, back and legs, but I had a feeling her eyes were somewhere else on me all the time.

“You student?” she asked.

“Yes. Psychology.”

“Good. You help people, get rich too. Second year?”

“First year.” Did she just guess my age? I didn’t pass one year in school. Not my fault, by the way.

“Oh! Exciting. You have German accent, you immigrant?”

“Austrian. I’m impressed, most people don’t notice. My parents moved here when I was nine.”

“I notice lot. I notice you checking out my ass. You like girls?”

I was pretty sure she spent much more time looking at mine than my glance at hers when I was admiring her long silky hair, but I wasn’t going to say that. And then that question… I had never had any luck with or interest in guys, but girls? I didn’t know. “I uhh…”

“This hurt?” she planted her elbow in my back. What a way to change the subject.

“Ow! Yes.”

“Don’t worry. When Susy done, you good as new.”

After what felt like half an hour, she reached the low end of my back. “Here muscles too. Massage too?”

“Oh yes, squeeze my bum, PLEASE” I blurted out. I heard her suppress a giggle, which made me blush so heavily I was worried my cheeks might bleed.

“It nice one,” she commented, “more to check out than mine. Not going too far, right?” I was sure veins in my face would start popping any time.

After every muscle she could reach from the back had been squeezed, pushed or stretched in some way or another, Susy told me to turn over. With her bent over me, it was very difficult not to look at her breasts in her tank top. Of course she had to notice how I was glancing at her involuntarily and then looking away. “You like? You look. I look at you too.”

It was a bit scary. I had only just found out I was attracted to women, or at least to this woman, and I already was under her control while almost naked. She had told me to look at her chest, so I looked. When she stood upright, I could see a hint of her nipples through the flexible fabric of her top. The sight made my lips tingle. I wanted to kiss her there, and down, and everywhere, and… help!

Her calm, knowing smile reassured me that everything that was happening was alright.

She had been right, at the end I did feel like a whole new person, and not only because my whole body felt warm and good. I was lusting for someone, which was new.

“You want happy ending?” Susy asked.

“Uhh.”

“Normally cost little extra, free for you.”

“Sounds good.”

She pulled down my undies.

“Wait… um…”

“This your first time with woman?”

Oh dear. “Wait… a happy ending is sex?”

“Just hand job. You not very experienced?”

“To be honest, I don’t have any experience at all.” I was surprised by the indecent proposal, but I also was under her spell. Desire beat decency. “I think I do want this.”

She sighed and sat down next to me on the table. “Oh no honey, you shouldn’t have your first time like that. That’s NOT what we’re going to do.”

“Wha-what? How come you suddenly speak English?” I sat up.

“Oh, that bad English just something many of the customers like.”

“And what is it we are going to do?”

“First, I want to know your name.”

“My name is Petra.”

“Second, I want to know how this feels.” She wrapped an arm around me, held her face close to my neck and exhaled.

It gave me goosebumps. I also caught a little of the sweet smell of her hair. She smelled like a flower, but I couldn’t tell which. “Oooooh God.”

She looked down at my erect nipples. “So you do like women. Good. Third, I want to know… can I ask you on a date?”

“I… wow. Yes!”

“Great! Let’s go.”

She pushed me into the dressing room and picked up my clothes. “No, that won’t do. Too wet. I’ll be right back”

I heard her have a discussion in her own language with the old woman, then it was quiet for some minutes. Without my clothes, I could only sit there and wait. When she ran back in, she was wearing a long and wide silk garment, and she was carrying and identical one for me. She helped me put it on, it was a bit short but otherwise fit fine. The soft material caressed my body. I was glad it wasn’t a tight fit around my chest, else the whole world could have seen how turned on I still was. When Susy was satisfied with fitting the dress around my shoulders, she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the building.

Susy opened an umbrella, gave it to me, put an arm around my waist, and leaned her cheek against my shoulder. “So, Petra, where shall we go?”

“I don’t know, are you hungry?”

“Nope.”

“Neither am I. How about a romantic walk in the park in the rain?”

“I think I like you. It’s that way” she pointed.

It was cozy, close together under her umbrella. I asked if she was born here or an immigrant. She told me about her life “back home”, how she and her girlfriend had made plans to emigrate, that her girlfriend had become ill and died, that she had moved on her own even though all their savings had been spent on hospital bills. Her story made me sad, it was good I was allowed to hug her all the time.

A bench under a big tree was still dry. We sat down next to each other. “Now what?” she said.

I shrugged, took one of her hands, and stroked her palm.

“Mmmm.” She closed her eyes and leaned towards me. I stroked further and further up her arm. My heart beat faster and louder every inch she got closer. Finally, her lips touched mine. I think I fainted for a second, the next thing I remember was her arms tight around me and her tongue on my lips. I let her in and experienced my first French kiss. It was so overwhelming it almost hurt, and my panties got wet. I returned her tight embrace and tried my best at kissing back.