I arrived in Hong Kong about three in the afternoon. My flight had a three hour layover in Hawaii and I was late to check in. I was pretty beat and thought that a good massage would help take the edge off. After checking in at my hotel, I hailed another cab over and asked the pleasant driver to take me to the best massage parlor he knew in town. We got there shortly and after paying him, I strolled into the parlor not sure what to expect.
The first masseuse that I bumped into before getting to the reception was like a flower begging to get plucked. She wore pink short shorts and a white blouse that revealed more than it was able to hide. I could see her rock-hard nipples peering through her blouse. She enquired if I had ever had a happy-ending massage before. It was my first time and I felt a bit shy saying it. “Do I need to have an appointment?” I asked. Usually, I’d need one but they weren’t so busy and I was scheduled in.
Almost immediately I was within the confines of a dreamy massage room lying on the table. I waited with bated breath for my masseuse to come in. Shortly, a petite girl walked in dressed in a skirt that barely reached the middle of her thighs. She was carrying some towels and some corked bottles that I presumed contained the massage oils. When she bent over to move my shoes, I noticed she didn’t have any underwear on. She must have seen my delighted reaction because she responded by saying it was too hot to wear any.
Her hand rested on my thigh as she teasingly told me I’d soon be back for more after my experience with her. She was seductive and I could already feel a tingling sensation all over my body. With her other hand, she drizzled some scented oil on my chest and began her assault on my senses. As her hands caressed my shoulders and chest, my breath suddenly became deeper. She smiled and slowly slid one hand between my sturdy legs. I was expecting it and wanted it too but I couldn’t help letting out a loud gasp.
She moved her hands in a rhythmic fashion and I found myself inching my feet wide apart. The more she stroked and caressed, the more my legs inched apart. They were almost hanging off the massage table at this point. I wanted more of her. I wanted her to be more daring but I wasn’t sure how to ask her. However, I didn’t have to ask. She knew the right buttons to press at the right time.