Asian Massage Parlor by markerss

I was back from a long business trip that involved a lot of air travel, and feeling a little stiff, I immediately thought about visiting my chiropractor. Unfortunately, he had a full schedule, but I really wanted to get a little adjustment, and so because it was starting to get late in the day, I did a search for massage places close by. Surprisingly, there were quite a few relatively close and as I looked through the online listings, one caught my eye. It got good reviews however I was hesitant, being it was listed as an Asian massage parlor. Yea, I know we’ve all heard stories, but this one looked to be very reputable and because it was “Asian,” it sparked my interest, for just that reason.

I had occasionally gotten a massage at the hotels where I stay, and felt comfortable trying this place, but was still apprehensive. Eventually, I got up the nerve, I gave them a call, and when a young lady answered and said, “Sure, come on in, we’re not busy at all right now,” I couldn’t help but smile.

I was excited to not only get a massage, but also wanted to see what it might be like at this place. As I went inside, the receptionist greeted me with a friendly smile and an enthusiastic, “Hi, welcome, my name is Lee.”

She had come out from behind the front desk and after bowing slightly, she shook my hand and asked, “What brings you in today?”

She had a great smile, very attractive, obviously Asian American with long dark straight hair, very petite, but very good looking too.

I explained I had never been there before and then told her that I was looking to get a massage. Smiling, she said, “Great,” and as she return the to the front desk, I followed her smiling.

She now took out a binder and asked, “Do you have a preference?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, and when she saw my confusion, she opened the binder and said, “Would you prefer a male masseuse or a woman?”

Smiling, feeling a little embarrassed and not wanting to let on, I naively said, “It doesn’t really matter.”

I was really leaning toward a woman, and after a brief pause, she turned the binder so I could see it better and said, “Why don’t you pick someone.”

Seeing the photos of the different masseuses, made me smile and I’m sure she could see I was very interested. She too smiled and then turning her head slightly she continued by telling me, “They’re all very good,” and then as she casually turned the pages she said, “Let me know if you have any questions.”

I couldn’t believe it, they were all very attractive young ladies, “I’d like any of them,” I thought.

She pointed out a few of young ladies that were there that evening, and then turning the page she pointed out a few male ones too. Right away, I really wasn’t interested in having a guy working on my back, especially after seeing the different young ladies that were available. Turning back a few pages, I told her, “I think I’d feel more comfortable having one of the girl give me a massage.”

It again made the receptionist smiled, and as we turned back a few pages, she again pointed out the different ones that were there. They really were very attractive and most of them were Asian, and as we continued to look through the binder, I became a little apprehensive. However, there was one that caught my attention, and I’m sure the receptionist could tell I was interested, but when I pointed her out, the receptionist looked at me inquisitively.

Below the photo it said, “Venus,”and when I asked, “How bout her,” pointing to the photo, the receptionist hesitated but then smiled and asked, “Are you sure?”

They were all very pretty and after scanning through the pages again, I thought, “Oh Yea,” to myself, “she’s the one.”

She looked to be very attractive, had a great smile, and seeing her cleavage in the photo, I looked up and said, “Yea.”

The receptionist smiled slyly and after closing the binder, she said, “Let me take you back,” having me follow her down a hallway. We eventually went into one of the rooms, and as we went through the door she said, “You can go a head and take off your clothes,” and then looking at each other, she then explained, “When you’re ready, get on the bed, and cover yourself with one of these sheets,” pointing to a stack of folded sheets.

Quickly looking around, I thought it was weird that there wasn’t a massage table but I blew it off thinking, “It must just be how it is here.”

It made me a little nervous and when she explained, “I’ll have Venus come down,” she smiled.

Smiling too, I grabbed one of the folded sheets off the stack, and as she started to leave she asked, “Do you have any questions?”

Turning to face her I said, “No, I think I got it.”

Giving me another subtle bow, she smiled and then closing the door she said, “I’ll let Venus know.”

Naively smiling as she closed the door, I stood there for a moment looking around. Holding the sheet, it felt kind of thick, more like a thin blanket and when I let it unfurl, it seemed to be very short. Throwing it on the bed now, I quickly got undressed.

The room was modestly decorated, much more comfortable than rooms where I’ve gotten massages before and as I got my clothes off, I considered leaving my boxers on. However, feeling there was no need, I took them off, and put them on the pile with the rest of my clothes on the chair that was there.

Smiling to myself, I quickly grabbed the sheet and then climbing on the bed, I immediately noticed how firm the mattress was, but again convinced myself, “This must be to make clients feel more comfortable.”

Laying face down, I threw the sheet over me, but as I tried to cover myself, it was so short, it only covered me part way. Making sure it at least covered my butt and my legs, I tried to get comfortable. I couldn’t help but think about Venus, which made me a little nervous. I had started to fantasize that something might happen, but then I heard a soft hollow knock at the door.

Hesitantly, I turned my head and then said, “Come on in.”

Opening the door slightly, an almost erotic soft feminine voice asked, “Are you ready?”

Looking toward the door as she stepped in, I was surprised. She was very pretty and unusually tall especially for an Asian girl. Smiling, speechless, I couldn’t believe it and after closing the door she said, “Hi, my name is Venus.”

She was wearing black slacks, a red short sleeve button down shirt and being it was unbuttoned about halfway, I couldn’t help stare at her firm tits.

She had a great figure, long legs, a great smile, and long straight black hair that she had pulled to one side. Sitting on the bed next to me, gently touching my back she asked, “How are you doing?

“My god,” I thought, “how lucky could I be,” and as she gently rubbed my back, I turned my head, looking straight down.

I was excited to have such a beautiful young lady as my masseuse, to the point that my dick started to twinge in anticipation. She had soft hands and as she continued to rub my back she seductively asked, “Are you ready for your massage?”

Smiling to myself, I enthusiastically said, “Oh yea,” which I’m sure made her smile too.

Venus now stood up, and turning to see what she was doing, she moved to the other side of the bed, and again sat down. I started to get a hard on thinking about being with her and when Venus casually pushed the sheet down so it was only covering my ass and legs, she again started rubbing my back again, and asked, “Where are you feeling tight?”

I kept my head turned, and not looking, I said, “Um, my shoulders and lower back.”

She was only using one hand and it seemed she was doing something, because she stopped rubbing my back periodically. I could hear what I thought was her unbuttoning her top, but thought, “That couldn’t be,” and when I felt her again stand up, I wondered, “What is she doing?”

I now heard what I thought was her unzipping something, and smiling, I turned my head, and looking straight down I asked her,”Is everything okay?”

Venus immediately sat back down and laughingly said, “I’m just getting a little comfortable.”

It was definitely exciting to think thar she was taking off her clothes, but thought that couldn’t be, but it was obvious that she had probably taken off her pants.

Telling her, “No worries,” she stood up again and then climbing on the bed, she swung her leg over me, straddling my legs.

Feeling the soft skin of her knees against my side as she straddled me, left no doubt that she had taken off her pants. Immediately, Venus started rubbing my back with both hands, but when I felt something pressing into the crack of my ass I thought, “What is that?”

Trying to shrug it off, I smiled and nervously told her how nice it felt. Venus simply replied “Thanks,” as she continued to rub my back and shoulders with both hands.

Venus now casually leaned forward, and as she rubbed my arms, I felt her tits brush against my back. It made me hesitant but then realized she was probably doing it on purpose, deliberately pressing them against my back. They felt great, definitely firm, and then leaning back she told me, “Just try to relax,” as she continued to rub my shoulders. It made me smile and then as I shifted a little, trying to get more comfortable, Venus too moved up, pressing her pussy against my ass.

“There was definitely something there,” I thought, and as I turned my head slightly, continuing to rest it on my hands, I tried to convince myself it was probably just the sheet that had bunched up, or maybe it was just her panties.

In either case, I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about her pushing up against my ass, enjoying her rubbing and feeling on my back. Venus then scooted down, sitting more on my legs and as she rubbed my lower back she remarked, “You’re really tight.”