8 comments/ 111683 views/ 40 favorites Our Massage Parlor By: MatthewVett "Let's go to Chinatown." "Why?" I asked, cradling the phone between my head and shoulder as I finished stirring some guacamole. "I need to do some research for my ethnography class. We're supposed to interview someplace every week for the entire quarter and then write a paper on it. It's boring by myself. Come on, go with me. All the really cool kids are doing it..." I did a mental checklist: my readings were done, I had started my paper due next week... "Sure, I'm free. Want me to meet you at the Blue Line, Kate?" "That sounds good. I'll see ya there, John." I hung up and took the bus to the Blue Line subway station. Katelyn was already waiting for me and waved wildly as I got off the bus. I gave her a quick hug and we made our way to the platform. I had to bat her long, violet scarf out of my face a few times as the wind blew it around chaotically. "So where are you doing your research?" I asked as the train jerked to life, taking us towards Chinatown. "At this massage parlor: Paradise Massage. At first I was thinking of doing a restaurant, but the employees don't really have time to just sit and talk with me, but there, they're stuck with me anyway, so I can talk to them all I like." "Do they know you're researching them?" "No, I'm worried they won't be as open if they know. It's easy to get them to open up, though. From what I can tell, they don't really have many female clients, and since we're all Chinese, I think they're just happy to have someone to share their stories with." "Ya, I doubt many of the people who go there really care much about their life-stories." I paused and bit my lip. "So, um, is this is 'happy ending' kind of massage parlor, or?" She laughed. "Jonathan! Do you only think with your dick? I haven't really asked. I don't want them thinking I'm a cop or anything, and it's not as though I can benefit from it, anyway. Maybe I'll talk to some of the guys there one day, ask them about it. I'm sure they'd love to brag about their exploits to a cute, curious Asian girl." "Well if you want, I'll go undercover and try to find some stuff out for you," I offered. She lit up. "Really?! You don't mind?" "No, I've never had a real massage before. It'll be a nice experience. Would you want to come in and observe, or should I just tell you after?" "Hmm...how about I observe one, and then you do another alone?" "Won't they be suspicious if you're watching me?" "I'll just say you're nervous going in alone. They know me there, anyway. I don't think it'll be a problem. Or I can pose as your translator. A lot of the masseuses don't speak good English." "Sounds like a plan." I checked my watch: 12:00. "Want to grab a meal first?" "Sure, it's on me. Thanks for being my undercover agent, John." "It's quite a sacrifice to be massaged by beautiful women, but for you, I'm just willing to do it." She punched my shoulder and laughed. "Jerk. You better do it. It'll help my paper, and I won't have to talk to any sketchy guys hanging out at the parlor." "Alright, alright, for you." We found a nice restaurant in Chinatown and ate. After we finished, she led me to Paradise Massage "Alright, this is the place." I examined it. The windows showed medical charts in Chinese, presumably extolling the health benefits of massage. The building was nondescript. Just a plain, two-story, brick building on a fairly busy street. I followed Katelyn inside. There was a stairwell to one side, and a desk as soon as we entered the door. A middle-aged Chinese man sat behind the desk. He was clean-shaven and his hair was graying at the temples. Katelyn and he began speaking in Mandarin, and since I couldn't follow a word, I just took in the décor. It was simple, but nice. The walls were warm, with bamboo designs. The downstairs area looked more like a barbershop, with a number of cushy chairs connected to washing basins. I grabbed a paper menu and looked at what they offered. Swedish massage, Thai massage, table shower, foot massage, scalp massage, that must be what the basins were for, hot stone massage, interesting stuff. I wondered what made a Thai massage Thai and a Swedish massage Swedish. Was one hot and spicy and the other cool and serious? And what was a table shower? Why would you want your table to have a shower? Maybe whoever translated the term did a bad job... "John?" "Huh, ya?" "He says it's OK for me to go in with you. He told us to head upstairs and ask for Mei. Oh, and take your shoes off here," she said, pointing to a wall of cubbies, several of which had shoes in them. "They're not allowed upstairs." I slipped out of my sneakers and followed Katelyn upstairs. It consisted of a central room, connected to two long hallways. In the central room were chairs and couches, oriented towards a large TV. Right now a few girls were sitting there, ranging from their 20s to their 40s, chatting away in Chinese, taking a break between massages. We were there on a Thursday afternoon, so I wasn't really surprised by the lack of other clients. Katelyn asked for Mei, and a petite girl stood up from her couch and came over to us. She was wearing gray sweat pants, a low-cut white shirt, and bright pink flip flops. She was youngish, with a pair of red glasses, and a mildly entertained smile. She was about a head shorter than me and thin, although her arms were wiry from her work. She spoke to Katelyn and brought us to an empty room, gestured us in, and shut the door. The room was bare: a wooden floor, a covered massage table, a small shelf full of oils and towels, a chair, and a stereo in one corner playing quiet oriental music designed to relax. "What now?" I asked Katelyn. She pointed to a row of hooks near the door. "She said you should get undressed and get on the table. By the way, when I told the guy at the desk I wanted to go with you, he asked if I was your girlfriend, and I said yes." She shrugged, "It seemed easiest to just go with the story they gave me. Hope you don't mind." "No, no problem," I said, taking off my shirt. "How much do I have to take off?" "Everything," she smiled. "Do you mind?" "No, not at all," she said, watching me take off my socks. "You know what I mean, Kate," I countered, averting my eyes from her mischievous smile. "Oh fine, such a buzzkill," she complained, turning around to face the wall. "Is this better?" "Yes, thank you." I hurriedly took off my pants and boxers and got onto the table, covering myself with a far-too-skimpy-to-be-practical white towel. God, it barely covered my butt. "You can turn around now." She giggled. "It's a good look on you," she commented, sitting down. There was a knock on the door, and Mei peeked her head in. Seeing that we were ready, she came in. I turned my head to get another look at her as she prepared, rubbing a fragrant, flowery oil onto her hands, rubbing it into her skin. She was dressed for comfort, not sexiness, yet her tanned, glowing skin, large brown eyes, and sleek, long, raven hair made for a stunning figure before me. Her cheeks were rouged and she had a slight bit of turquoise eye shadow on. And she was going to be massaging my naked body, our forms separated by only a thin, skimpy, white towel... I adjusted myself on the table, trying to keep myself from getting hard immediately. She turned around, and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Her shirt was distorted by two hard, dark points, poking eagerly through her almost translucent t-shirt. I buried my head in the face pillow, trying to keep naughty thoughts out of my head and failing. Mei began caressing my body, light moving her hands across the length of my back, coating me in oil as she talked with Katelyn. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting myself be drawn into the massage. She began to press down on my shoulders and back with more force than I would have guessed she could muster. I felt like I was melting into the table. She stroked up and down my back, and with each downstroke, I could feel my towel being pushed further and further down, an inch at a time. "Does it feel good? Is it too hard?" asked Katelyn on Mei's behalf. "It's perfect," I replied, ready to fall asleep, I was so relaxed. After a while, she stopped her pretenses and began to rub my ass, kneading its muscles, running her hands along my inner thighs. I parted my legs instinctively, letting her work her magic. I was blushing, I was sure of it. I didn't dare raise my head out from its pillow. I didn't want to see Katelyn's face right now. I was sure she'd be grinning maniacally. She was the most sexual person I knew who didn't seem interested in actually having it. She just loved nudity and sex and being openly brash around anyone who was the least bit prudish, yet I had never seen her actually make a move on anyone. Was it possible to be an asexual pervert? Mei starting rubbing her strong hands along my thighs, her fingertips brushing torturously close to my manhood. I was certain she was doing it on purpose. She was only a hair's breadth away, over and over and over again. "Oops!" Mei giggled, as I shuddered from the electric touch of her fingertips against my cock and balls. "Um, it's OK," I said, my heart pounding, embarrassed warmth spreading through my body. She gave it a gentle, apologetic pat and kept working. She and Katelyn exchanged some more Mandarin and the both of them giggled girlishly. Great, I bet they're trading stories... After finishing rubbing my legs, Mei patted me on the butt. I looked up, confused. "She wants you to turn over," explained Katelyn. "Oh, thanks." I awkwardly reached behind me, pulling the towel back up to where it could do some good, and slowly turned over, trying not to expose myself any more than necessary. I prayed the towel would be heavy enough to keep myself from embarrassing myself any further. Mei leaned over my head and pressed down on my upper chest, placing her breasts mere centimeters from my face. Her cocoa-brown nipples were easily visible, stiff and hard as they drilled through her delicate top. I was mesmerized by her petite breasts. She leaned down more, reaching her hands to my abdomen, lowering her chest even further. Her shirt hung against my face for a moment before she pulled herself back up and moved to my side to continue her massage. God, I hope this place is a happy ending massage. Either that or they better have an ice cold shower. She resting one hand on my hip while her other pressed down on my stomach and abs. I could feel her fingers crawling, inching towards my crotch. Our eyes met and she tried to contain her smile. I could only imagine what she'd be like if Katelyn weren't here. Another giggling staccato of Chinese from Mei, another schoolgirlish response from Katelyn, god I wish I knew Chinese... I craned my neck and saw Mei making a fist towards Katelyn, with only her index finger out, jutting skyward. I looked down at myself and cursed. It hadn't been a problem while I was on my stomach, but now that I was on my back, my cock was free and there was now a giant tent in my towel. I tried to pretend I couldn't hear or see them, and attempted to will my hard-on away. Mei moved her hand, wrapped around an invisible cock, up and down questioningly at Kate, but she just giggled and replied, "Bu, bu," shaking her hand. Mei shrugged and moved to my legs. Her shirt was too large for her and when she bent down to rub my thighs, I had a view clear down her top. Her breasts were small, almost immature. She probably couldn't have filled an A cup completely, but her nipples poked out like dark little pills. Again, she played her teasing game, bringing her hands as close as she could to me without actually touching my aching cock. Her hands would vanish under my white towel, then retreat without giving me any relief. It went on for endless hours of torture, before she patted my leg and said something to Katelyn. "Your hour's up, John," she relayed. She held up her hand, shielding her eyes, and turned slightly. "Put the towel back on, she says there's a shower for you to use." I got up and wrapped the towel around myself as best I could. It was barely long enough for a miniskirt, and with my raging stiffie, the front was raised up as my hard, swollen head and part of my shaft peeked out the bottom. Mei led me out the door with a smile as I tried to pull down my towel far enough to escape a public indecency charge. We had to walk past the common room, where I heard masseuses snickering in our wake. Luckily, we soon reached the shower, and she led me inside. As soon as the door closed, the pulled my towel off of me and patted me on the butt. "You are a good boy, John. Come back again and ask for me," she said, walking out the door with my towel, leaving a clean one on the hook by the door. All that time she could speak English? Ah well, I was glad I hadn't been able to understand her, anyway. Would have made it even more embarrassing. The shower was a large stall, each of its walls made of clear glass, except for the rear. A ring of chrome was directly above me, and when I turned on the shower, water poured down, hot and strong. I had to get one like this for home. The water was heavenly, and soon the room filled with steam. That damn masseuse had been such a cocktease. My balls were sore and my cock wouldn't go down. Well, I was alone in here, right? I grabbed some soap and lathered myself up, pumping away, my eyes closed, images of Mei and her delicious, flat chest in my mind. Her tan skin was gorgeous and her smile so inviting... I wished Katelyn hadn't been there. What would have happened had we been alone? I was so caught up in my fantasies, I didn't hear the door quietly click open as someone entered the room and walked up to the transparent glass. "Wow," said Katelyn, "she wasn't kidding when she said you were getting over-excited." Jerked out of my daydream, I struggled to cover myself, clapping both hands over my dick. "Katelyn! Showers are private..." "I need to interview you before you forget anything," she protested. "I'll remember, trust me. Get out, get out, I need to shower," I said, turning away from the glass and continuing to wash up. There was silence behind me. Good, she was leaving. And then the door to the shower opened. I turned around, wide-eyed, and got an eyeful of Katelyn, stepping daintily into the shower, wearing only a mischievous grin. "Kate!" I screamed, trying to keep my eyes off of her peach-yellow, round breasts, much larger than I had imagined they would be. Her sleek, wet hair was now resting gently against the swell of her breasts, almost hiding her nipples, but they resolutely poked out, eager to be seen. She turned me around and pressed her firm chest against my back. I could feel their insistent pressure, her hard peaks grazing against me... I felt her bald pussy pressed against my butt, as she wrapped her arms around me and began to rub my chest. "So how did you feel during the massage," she asked, her fingers playing along my front. I gulped deeply. "Um, well, it was very relaxing. I sort of felt like modeling clay, like she was molding me, or like dough?" "Interesting...and why did you get this?" I gasped. "The masseuse had her breasts in my face, and she kept teasing me. She was rubbing my thighs, getting closer and closer to my dick, 'accidentally' brushing up against it, over and over, I felt like I was going to burst..." She softly handled it, leaning into my ear and huskily whispered, "She offered to take care of it for you, you know." "I saw her making the motion...why'd you say no?" "I'm supposed to be your girlfriend. It'd be strange if I let her do that right in front of me, don't you think?" "Well that's true... Did she say anything about it?" "What, like, 'Wow, it's so huge!'?" "Well that'd be nice to hear." "Hmm...she said a few things about it, but I don't think I can quite remember..." She hmmed, thinking, while she slowly stroked my manhood. I was helpless in her hands. I could feel the end coming. Her hand was just barely moving, tightly gripping my just below the head, pumping back and forth until the pleasure was too much to bear. "Um, Katelyn, you should probably stop because it'sfeelingreallygoodsoyoushould-" I moaned. Pleasure overwhelmed me. My knees buckled. My cock spasmed as thick jets of cum splashed against the glass, dribbling slowly down. Katelyn sighed happily as she milked my cock dry, gently rubbing the upper shaft to get out every last drop. I was embarrassed. I had cum in front of her, and so quickly... She had barely been rubbing for half a minute before I finished. "Wow, you had a lot of pressure built up, huh?" I weakly nodded, watching as she slid her finger up the glass, collecting some of my cum on her finger. As I watched, amazed, blushing furiously, she stuck it between her lips and suckled her finger clean. "Hmm, pretty tasty. I'll be sure to tell Mei." She washed her hands in the shower and got out, drying herself off with her towel. "I'll see you in the main room, John. Don't be late." I watched her get dressed and walk out. I washed myself clean, dried off, grabbed my towel, and went back to the room. Kate was talking to the girls as I passed. I got dressed in the room and went out to find her standing and saying goodbye. She led me downstairs, I put my shoes on, and we left. We went into a bubble tea place, grabbed some drinks, and talked for almost an hour as she interviewed me about the massage. "Would you be willing to get another one alone?" she asked, as we walked towards the subway to go home. I thought back to Mei's teasing, and her offer for me to return. "Sure. Anyway I can help." "Well you do owe me after I helped you out in the shower..." she giggled. The next week, I went back to Chinatown and Paradise Massage. I was alone this time. Katelyn would meet me to get bubble tea again in an hour so she could debrief me, but I was going to be on my own in the parlor. I took a deep breath and stepped in. The same man was at the desk, but Mei was downstairs, scrubbing someone's scalp. She looked up, saw me, and smiled. "You came back..." she cooed in slight-accented English, before saying something quick to the man at the desk. "She recommends a table shower with a Swedish massage to follow. Is that alright with you, sir?" he asked. "Uh, sure. I'm sure she knows her stuff." "Perfect. Go upstairs to room 5 and she'll be with you shortly," he instructed me. I paid, took off my shoes, and went upstairs. I found room 5 after a bit of searching and went inside, where I stripped and got onto the table. I decided not to bother covering up this time, instead just waiting bare and towelless. I wondered what would happen today. Was I just a customer? Was she flattered that I had gotten hard with her last time? Scared? Did she think I was a pervert, or just an easy mark for some big tipswas a table shower? Well at least I'd find that one soon enough; the guy at the desk said that's how we were starting today. After a while, there was a knock on the door and Mei walked in. I turned and greeted her. Her long hair was in a ponytail today, and she was wearing a think, pink shirt. She smiled at the sight of me and gave me a gentle pat on the butt. "Put your towel on, Jonathan. It's time for your table shower." I sat up and wrapped the towel around myself. "What is a table shower?" "You'll see," she teased, leading me out of the room. She took me to a door marked "Table Showers" and led me inside. The walls and floors were all tiled in blues and greens. There was a large drain in the center, towards which the floor was slightly slanted. Above it was a large massage bed, surrounded by a gutter that emptied onto the floor, and on the wall near it was a large, detachable shower head. Near the door was a shelf filled with soaps and other mysterious jars and bottles. Our Massage Parlor Ch. 02 His Story I had another wet dream about her. I was in the library where we first met. She looked the same as she had that day as she walked in, her left arm in a pink cast and a bloody knee. Despite the dozens of people walking in and out of the library, my eyes saw only her, and her gaze penetrated me. She limped delicately to the front desk, and, with an adorable, slight lisp, asked me, "Do you have a bandaid?" My heart fluttered. With a dry throat I answered her, bending down to grab the box we kept below the desk for situations just like this. When I brought my head back up, a layer of her clothes had vanished. Gone were the denim shorts that had hugged her hips so happily. Gone was the tight, blue t-shirt, too thin to prevent her nipples, hardened by the cool night air, from revealing themselves to me. She stood in front of me in only a scarlet, lacey thong and a crimson bra that pushed her already beautiful breasts up and together, creating a beautiful valley I could joyously spend all my life lost within. I handed her the bandaid, rewarded by her broad, white smile. She got down on one knee to affix it, offering me a perfect view down her bra. The cups were small despite the massive bounty they held, and I swore I could see the tips of her areolae peeking out from the edge of the red fabric. "I'm Monica," she said, startling me out of paradise and back to the world of the living. "Nice to meet you." Our eyes met. She smiled impishly, and I knew she had caught me ogling her unabashedly. I blushed and took her hand. "John. Are you OK?" "It still hurts a bit. I tripped and fell outside on the bricks. Could you kiss it better for me?" she requested, her large, brown, almond eyes looking helplessly into mine, begging me for succor. "Of course." I couldn't have said otherwise. I walked around the desk to her, still on her knees. Her lips were even with the rapidly growing bulge in my jeans. Her thick, ruby red lips parted and she whispered, "Be gentle." I got down on one knee, breathless, and leaned in closely. I closed my eyes and gently pressed my lips against her wounded flesh. I opened my eyes, and she was naked before me, wearing only a smile and her cast. "Thank you," she said. From beneath fluttering eyelashes she looked into my eyes. "Would you help me find a book? I can't find it in the stacks." I stood up and helped her to her feet, my eyes caressing her exquisite curves as she stood. Without letting go of her hand, I led her into the stacks of the library alone. I knew exactly where to go, making my way to the deepest corner of the library, where we could be alone. I could still hear the susurrus of the students we had left behind. I was intimately aware of our lack of privacy, of the fact that it would be the simplest thing for someone searching for a book on Scandinavian literature to find us here, but I didn't care. I was controlled by forces stronger than I had any hope of resisting. "What are you looking for?" I asked her innocently, unable to tear my eyes away from her smooth, exposed pussy, its soft tenderness inviting me to enter. She pushed me against the bookshelf, grinding her wet desire against my hard cock, using her cast to pin me, while her one good hand dug eagerly into my jeans, gripping my shaft tightly. "I think I already found it," she breathed into my ear, biting my earlobe as I groaned. We kissed deeply, passionately, while she fumbled with my zipper, clumsily tugging my jeans down from my waist, before wrapping her fingers tightly around me, stroking me teasingly. I gripped her bare, toned ass, pressing her firm, massive breasts against me. I ripped my shirt off over my head, desperate to feel her flesh against mine, knocking books down to the floor. Her breasts were as soft as silk and the color of fresh peaches on a hot summer's day. Her cocoa brown nipples, as hard as pebbles, grazed against my chest as she kissed my neck and earlobe. Her long, wavy, midnight-black hair fell across her eyes, changing her angelic face to that of a lustful seductress. My breath caught in my throat at the sudden transformation. She pulled away from my lips, panting, before looking down hungrily at my crotch. Our eyes met, and understanding passed between our gaze. She got down onto her knees and pulled my desperate cock from my black boxers. She gasped in awe as my full length was revealed before smiling wickedly. "Wow." She stroked my shaft with one hand, looking into my eyes, licking her lips sensually. I could hear students only a few yards away, searching for books, but I didn't care. I begged her to give me relief. She parted her lips and took me between them with unbearable, tectonic slowness. Inch after inch of my thick hardness entered her hot, moist mouth. Her deft tongue caressed and massaged my swollen head, licking my shaft, suckling my cock, while all the while she kept her eyes locked on mine. I tenderly caressed her cheek, smiling weakly, savoring this stolen moment amongst the bookshelves, just her and me. My pleasure grew more and more intense as she worked her magic. It felt amazing. I could feel my throbbing cock coming closer to orgasm with each passing second. I was torn between slowing her down to draw out my ecstasy, and letting her finish so I could reach heaven. Her lingual caresses were too much for me to resist. I surrendered to her. My cock spasmed, releasing my hot, sticky cum inside her mouth as she thirstily, greedily swallowed every last drop. As my cock contentedly wilted between her lips, she pulled it out, milking it gently for the last few drops which she lapped up like a kitten. She smiled at me, and the world vanished. I woke up in my dark bedroom, alone. A red "6:35AM" shone in the dawn. A sticky warmth was already dripping down my thighs. I sighed contentedly. Not much could beat Mei's mindblowing expertise on the massage bed, but nevertheless, I always held a special fondness for wet dreams. There was that touch of nonconsent, the feeling that your orgasm was taken from you, not given to you. I loved that loss of control. I relished the fantasy of being brought to orgasm almost, but not entirely, against my will, perhaps in a crowded movie theater, or in front of an audience of our friends. Ah, today was going to be a long, hard day after a dream like that. And of course it was on one of the days I had class with Monica... We had indeed met at the library when she had asked for bandaids, but sadly the rest of my dream was nothing more than a dream. But I had been delighted to discover that we were taking The Asian Mystique together, a class about Western perceptions of Asians, especially Asian females. Aside from my personal interest in Asian women, I was taking the class to try to understand by own feelings and the perceptions I felt society showed me. I knew I was attracted to Asian women, (How could I not be?) but was a fetishist? The question worried me. I didn't want to think of them as objects, but as women, beautiful, loving women. I feared I would descend into Yellow Fever. I fretted over where the border was, and on which side of it I was. The second week of class, I had noticed that the girl from the library was my classmate. Ever since then, I hadn't been able to stop noticing her. I saw her in class, on the quad, in the dining hall, at the library. Every time I saw her, I wanted to ask her to get some coffee with me, or see a movie at the campus cinema, but I just couldn't bring myself to go out there. I barely knew her. I had checked out a few library books for her (while checking out the rest of her), and we talked sometimes in section, but that was it. I was sure that if I asked her out she'd just ask me who I was and think I was creepy. It wouldn't be so bad if I could just get her out of my head, but it was impossible. Every time I saw her my heart fluttered. Every time I thought about her, my boxers tightened. Every time she checked out a book from the library, I took every spare moment to stare down her cleavage that I could. I was sure she had caught me once or twice... Whether I was awake or asleep, she was in my fantasies. Her big, brown, beautiful eyes, gazing at me from across the room... Her broad, white smile that brightened my day... Her ruby red lips that I couldn't help but imagine wrapped around my hard cock... I thought back to the time I had seen her slowly eating a banana from across the dining hall. I had sat there, slackjawed, as I watched her lips and tongue take more and more of the fortunate fruit into her mouth. I hadn't been back in my room five minutes before I was already masturbating to the thought of it, to the thought of her using her mouth on me, taking me in, bit by bit, sucking and licking me... I thought back to the time I made an insightful comment during our class section. She had noticed, and I had been rewarded with her attentive stare for the rest of class. I had come so close to asking her out that day, I really was going to... She had been wearing the sexiest little blouse, the buttons straining against the fabric from the force of her chest struggling to be free... I had spent all class daydreaming about what lay beneath, and then, just when I had the courage to make a move, she had had a question for the TA. I tried to wait outside the classroom, but she ended up talking to him for too long... Even before I got to class, I knew I would have to pay a visit to Mei soon. Mei...Mei was my own personal goddess. She was an extraordinarily talented masseuse over at Paradise Massage. My friend Katelyn had introduced me to the place when she was doing a research project on it, and I had quickly become addicted. Mei's manual ministrations solved any problem, it seemed. If I were depressed or stressed or just unbearably horny, I took a visit to Mei, and in an hour, she had solved all my problems. Her strong hands kneaded away all my knots and worries, and her talented tongue handled any stress left over. Was it any wonder that I went as often as I could? I only wish my grad student budget were a bit larger, but I managed. If her boss was gone, Mei sometimes slipped me a free massage. I wasn't sure what to call us. We were more than just a john and a prostitute, but we definitely weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. Customer-with-benefits? Ah well, it didn't matter what I was called, I only cared about how she treated me. When I was at Paradise, I felt like a sultan. A beautiful woman at my beck and call, satisfying my every whim. She was gentle, intelligent, and an excellent listener. I felt comfortable telling her anything, and I often did, and in her softly supportive way, she made my heart peaceful and took away all my worries. She was a miracle-worker. Unfortunately, she was a miracle-worker on vacation. "What do you mean she's not here?" I asked later that evening. "She's visiting family in LA," the man at the front desk responded. "She'll be back next week, John." I blushed a bit at the realization that I was such a regular here that the host knew me by name, but he continued. "She did leave a note, though, let me see...ah! 'If John comes by, give him to Chuntao.'" He looked up from the note and explained: "Chuntao is our newest masseuse. Mei's been training her. Is that alright with you, sir?" I felt a bit guilty about going to a different masseuse, but if Mei had said it was alright... "Ya, sure. Which room is she in?" "Just go to Room 7 and I'll send her up in a few minutes. She's talking with the other masseuses right now, I believe. I'll tell her to treat you well, John, no worries," he added with a conspiratorial wink. I made a mental note to give him a tip on my way out and headed upstairs, girls waving to me as I made my way to Room 7. The door was open, so I walked in, closed the door behind me, and got ready. I undressed patiently, folding my clothes and setting them aside, wondering what sort of girl Chuntao would be. I hoped she was as strong as Mei...no one else could get the knots out of my like her. I also hoped she was as open to making a bit of extra money in tips as Mei was... My cock was stirring just from the thought of what might be about to happen. I lay down on top of the thin white sheets, rested my head in the U-shaped pillow, and waited. A minute or so later, the door opened, and quiet, shuffling footsteps announced the arrival of my slipper-clad masseuse. "A-Are you ready?" she asked, tentatively, with a thick accent. She must be nervous for her first time, poor thing... I decided to make it easier for her, and kept my face buried in the pillow. Besides, I enjoyed teasing myself, delaying my pleasure. Waiting to see her face for a short while would soon surely be worth it. "I'm all set," I replied. The door closed. Chuntao stepped towards the table, her black slippers appearing on the floor beneath me. As she introduced herself, I heard the slight thwip thwip thwip of buttons being undone, and then the velvety whisper of cloth against skin, before a muffled thwump of her top hitting the floor almost directly beneath my face. I had to force myself to keep to my earlier vow. I could only imagine how beautiful my masseuse's breasts were, aching for my touch, mere inches away. I felt my cock growing against the sheet, and was suddenly aware that I hadn't bothered to cover up with a towel. Her hands, lightly coated in vanilla-scented oil, gingerly touched my back, as though she were afraid of being burnt. Her confidence growing, she pressed deeper, kneading my sore muscles, caressing the length of my back. She wasn't as strong as Mei, but she was no less talented. Her gentle hands played across the length of my back, her fingernails grazing up and down my body. Her touch was electric. She was quiet, but I didn't mind. I didn't need to talk; I was enjoying just melting into the table as her skilled hands relaxed me completely...well, almost completely. Truth be told, I could do nothing to stop my overeager dick. I kept my legs pressed together, hoping to hide my embarrassing arousal from here. I didn't want to scare her off by making a move too early. Besides, soon we would have more than enough time to make up for all this exquisite teasing and temptation. Her hand patted my back. "T-time to turn over...are you ready?" I smiled inwardly and turned over, ready to receive my reward for all my patience. **** Her Story "Monica?!" "J-John?! What are you doing here?!" I shrieked. "Don't you know what sort of place this is?" He averted his eyes. Mine widened. "Oh my god, you do know! What are you doing here?" I repeated. "I just come here for a massage every once in a while," he stammered. "Plenty of guys just enjoy getting an innocent massage." My eyes drifted downwards. Oh my. I tried to meet his eyes again, but couldn't. I didn't want to look, but oh god, I did. It was wrong, but I couldn't fight my body. Truth be told, I was a 23 year old virgin. I had never seen a man naked, and I had certainly never seen anything like the sight in front of me, except in one or two dirty pictures online. "Innocent, huh?" I asked, nodding towards it. Wow, it was enormous... Were all guys so big? How did something like that fit inside me? It had to be seven inches long, at least... I could feel my cheeks burning. Had I really caused that? Just my touching him, massaging him, I had made him that hard, that turned-on? Wow. He tried to hide it with the sheet of the massage bed, but a massive bulge still poked through. "I can't help it," he confessed. "You're a very good masseuse..." "Thanks..." I said, willing my eyes to stay on his. "Hey wait, what are you doing here, if this is such a bad place?" he accused. I squeaked. "Uh, well, I was just guessing about it being a bad place, that's just what I heard..." He kept staring at me. I looked away and explained. "I just need some cash, OK? I'm doing less than half-time and I have student loan payments, and at first I just thought this was a legitimate massage parlor, but then my boss told me all about...the other stuff, and I thought I could learn it. Mei's been training me on bananas." I turned to look at him from the corner of my eye, but he wasn't looking at my face. I followed his gaze, and immediately covered my chest. "Don't stare at those!" I yelled, trying to hide myself. My heart was racing as I held back my heavy bosom. I could feel my heart pounding as John blushed and stammered, trying to deny his obvious crime. How had I forgotten I was topless?! Oh my god, he had seen everything... Then again, so had I... For almost half my life I had been self-conscious of my chest, always trying to keep it hidden. I had blossomed early, and quickly, and by high school I was already the embarrassed owner of a pair of perky double-Ds. Every time a guy talked to me, he stared at my chest. It was mortifying. I glanced again at John's manhood, barely hidden by a thin, white sheet. Maybe they weren't so bad, though, if they could do that. Just then, we heard a buzzing from John's pants in the corner. "Excuse me," he blurted as he waddled over, trying and failing to keep himself covered with the sheet. His butt was firm and tight. I had to keep myself from spanking it as he spoke to someone. "Hey Katelyn... I'm just at Paradise Massage... She's actually on vacation... It's, uh, actually someone I know... I'll ask." He looked at me and asked, "Do you want to grab some food? My friend Kate is in Chinatown right now, and she invited you if you want to come. If not, I understand, I mean..." he trailed off, with a sympathetic nod that conveyed only a fraction of the awkwardness of our meeting. "That actually sounds pretty good...can you cover for me? I'm kind of broke..." "Ya, sure. It's the least I can do. Consider it my tip." He turned back around and continued: "She's in... Alright, see you there in, like, fifteen? We need to get dressed... No, we didn't! Bye, Kate!" He hung up. "What did she ask?" "Nothing, it's not important." We stood there, looking at each other. "Um, can you close your eyes, and I'll get dressed?" "Oh, sure!" I closed my eyes and listened as he and his clothes rustled. I peeked out of one eye and saw him pulling up his boxers, his hard dick jutting skyward, long and thick and red. I clenched my thighs, feeling my panties dampening. I had never realized how handsome he was before... His chestnut hair was tussled, and his amber eyes were deep and inviting. During our massage, I had been able to feel his muscles beneath his skin, and his skin was a handsome olive. I wondered what his manhood felt like...it looked so powerful, so virile. I almost asked him if I could touch it, but I bit my lip, willing such urges away, and I clenched my eyes shut until he told me was ready. "I'll wait outside for you, OK?" "That sounds great, thanks," I replied. The door closed and I got dressed. We met up outside and he led me to the restaurant, as I followed a few feet behind him, taking advantage of my position to observe his cute butt. We stepped in, and a lithe Chinese girl at a table waved us down. We joined her at the table and ordered our food. "Hi, I'm Katelyn," she said, introducing herself. "I'm Monica." "So how's work at Paradise Massage? Do you give happy endings?" I choked on my water, and John patted my back. "What?! No. What?" She laughed. "Don't be ashamed. So have you done it cowgirl style? That's my favorite?" "No," I replied, blushing. "Doggy-style?" "No." "Missionary?!" "No..." By now, John was hiding his face in his hands. "Have you ever had sex?!" she asked in exasperation. "Um, not really." "OK, but you've at least given a blowjob, right?" I shook my head. Our Massage Parlor Ch. 02 "A handjob?!" "I rubbed my boyfriend through his jeans once?" "What are you, up for freakin' sainthood? What are you doing working at a massage parlor if you've never even made a guy cum?" "I'm a certified massage therapist! I got it during undergrad..." "Oh." She looked away and said, "Well I guess that works, too. But still, you'd make better tips if you knew how to give a happy ending, trust me. John spends about...what, fifty dollars for a blowjob?" We both turned to look at John, who blushed under our withering stares. "Sounds about right," he replied quietly. Fifty dollars? That was over three hours' worth of what I got paid to give massages. "But I don't know how to do any of that stuff..." "Well then you've got the perfect job, don't you? I bet you could go through six guys a day. Practice makes perfect, that's how I learned. Any guy is willing to help out a cute, young woman learn how to give orgasms, trust me." "But it'd be so embarrassing, practicing on a stranger! I'm not sure I can do it." Katelyn looked at John. Understanding dawning, so did I. "What? What is it? Oh no, not me, there's gotta be someone else. There's tons of guys who go there!" "But they're strangers! It's better to learn with someone you know! Come on, John, are you going to be so cruel as to say no to a face like that?" teased Katelyn. "Yes. I am." "OK, what about tits like those? Look at 'em, they're the size of coconuts. Are you really going to say no to those?" "I, well, is it OK with you, Monica?" he asked. I pretended to think about it. I was dying to see whether I could make him hard again. Did I really have that power over him? Why? Could I make him cum? I'd like to try... "Ya, I guess it's OK with me, if you don't mind..." "Then it's settled! Think we can borrow a room at your work, Monica?" "Ya, we should be fine," I replied. John and Katelyn paid for our meals and left. Katelyn and I waited outside the room while John got ready inside. I asked her for some tips, but she just told me to ask John. "Every cock is different," she lectured. "The basics are generally the same, but the only person who knows how it feels is the guy it's connected to. If you want to know how you're doing, you have to ask him. Don't worry, John and I will train you. It'll be fun. I still remember giving my first handjob..." From inside the room, John called out: "I'm ready." I look to Katelyn for courage, and we headed in. We walked into the room. My hands were shaking, my teeth were tingling, I was so nervous. I could feel my cheeks burning as I blushed furiously. John lay supine on the table, face-up. A towel hid his lap, but the rest of him lay bare and vulnerable. He was staring straight up at the ceiling, his arms lifelessly flat against his body. The door closed loudly behind me. "Ready, you two?" asked Katelyn. She looked at John's towel and pouted. "You're gonna be bashful now, John?" "I'm not bashful, I just didn't want to scare off Monica..." "I've seen it, John, and it's not that big. She'll live. ...You will, right?" she asked me. "I'll be fine," I bluffed. I still had no idea how it actually worked. I took my place standing above John's body. "So, um, how should we start?" "Well first you should probably remove the towel," advised Katelyn sagely from her seat in the corner. "After that, just do whatever feels natural and whatever John says feels good. And John? She needs to get lots of practice, so if you're about to finish, tell her to stop. I don't feel like waiting for you to reload." I slowly pulled the heavy towel off of him. As soon as his cock was freed, it sprung up. My eyes were fixated on it. John and Katelyn were both watching me with interest. I put some massage oil onto my hands and hesitantly reached out. I brushed my fingertips against it and pulled back. I took a deep breath and slowly wrapped my hand around it, my eyes clenched shut. It was hot. It was hard. It was soft, too, though, like silk wrapped around steel. I could feel a subtle throbbing underneath the skin: his heartbeat. I opened my eyes and let out the breath I had been holding. This wasn't so scary... "Hmmm, looks like John's excited..." Katelyn smirked. "I can see that," I blushed. "I can see everything..." I looked to John. His eyes were closed, and his lips parted as he softly panted. "Um, what do I do, John?" He looked at me. "Well, um, if you don't mind, can you take your top off? I mean, if you don't want to, that's OK," he rambled, "but they just look really, really good, and it would help me if I could see them, and-" "Sure," I said. I wanted to help him out any way I could. I felt powerful, knowing I was controlling his pleasure. I sadly released my grip on him and lifted my shirt off over my head. I reached behind my back and undid the clasp. The bra fell to the floor, exposing my breasts to him. Katelyn whistled and I felt my cheeks burning anew. "What do you think?" I asked John. "I think they're amazing..." he cooed. I bit my lip. "Thanks. Um, can we go over the parts? I'm still really new..." "Oh, ya, of course. Well, the main part is the shaft. The big thing on top is the head, and that's more sensitive than the shaft, so usually it's a good idea to focus there. Just beneath the head, on the underside of the shaft, though, is where I'm most sensitive..." "Right here?" I asked, rubbing my finger along where he had indicated. He bit his lip and exhaled forcefully. "Ya, right there. Now take my shaft again in your hand, ya, just like that. OK, now start to stroke it up and down. Not such short strokes...go all the way from the top to the bottom, ya, that's, that's perfect..." he groaned. His cock was hot in my hand. I used my left hand to steady his shaft, while my right hand was stroking his manhood. It was thrilling to be doing this. He was moaning and groaning, and all because of me! "Is this a good speed?" I asked. "Can you try a little bit faster?" he asked. "Mhm," I nodded, increasing my speed. As soon as I did, he moaned again. It was almost like a toy. I had total control over him and his pleasure. I tightened my grip and kept working, staring at his massive shaft. It had turned a deeper red, and I was sure it had gotten even thicker. I looked at Katelyn, who was watching with delighted interest. "Monica? You there?" "What? Sorry?" "I said you should stop," groaned John through clenched teeth. "Otherwise I'm about to cum." "Oh! Sorry!" I released his dick. "I guess I was just, caught up in it..." I confessed. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I could still feel its warmth against my palm. "...How was it?" "Really good..." "But practice makes perfect!" chimed in Katelyn. She walked over to me and pet her arm around my shoulder. "Well, we have to give him a bit, or he'll go off as soon as you start back up." She traced her fingernail along the length of John's cock as he squirmed and clenched his eyes shut. "Wow, you really got him close, Monica. I bet he was just a few seconds away." A pearly drop emerged from the tip of his cock. "Is that cum?" I asked. "No, just precum. It's like, the appetizer before the main course. Don't worry, he's still good to go. Just means he's close. So what did you think of it?" she asked. "I liked it," I admitted. "It was fun." "Isn't it? I just love cocks... They're great to play with. Mmmm, but look at who I'm talking to, Saint Monica, I can tell you love 'em, too. John had to call your name three times before you heard him," she giggled. I looked away, unable to defend myself. "Um, when can we try again?" I couldn't believe the change that was happening within me. Just a few days ago, when I had been told what this job would entail, I had been shocked. Never, I had told myself, would I be able to do such things to strange men. But now...I was willing, I was downright eager, to do such things often and well. "Hm, well we have to wait for his hard-on to go away, which probably won't happen with those melons of yours out, so how about you hide 'em for a second?" I obediently covered my breasts with my hands as she continued. "Do you feel comfortable with handjobs?" "Ya, they seem easy enough. Can I try something else?" "Eager girl. Sure. Hm, how about a blowjob? How about it, John, will you mind if this macromastic maiden massages your manhood with her masterful mouth?" asked Katelyn. "That sounds OK..." "Great! I'll be right back, you two can talk." It was just John and I. "So..." "So..." "Thanks for, you know, letting me practice on you," I said. "I feel a lot safer practicing on someone I know." "No problem, just don't bring it up in class. We'd never hear the end of it." A pause. "Um, did you ever, you know, notice me in class?" he asked. "...Ya. I did. You were really...intelligent and thoughtful." And cute, I added. "Oh. Cool." Thankfully, the door opened, and Katelyn came in with a wet facecloth. She walked over to John on the table and began to tenderly wash his crotch. "I figured some cold water might do the trick for us." She gently dabbed at him, as his dick slowly shrunk. "That thing is freezing, Kate!" "I know, but I figured you needed something strong. There, I think you're good to go again. Ready, Monica?" "Ya!" "Now you won't really be able to talk, so just listen to John. Just pretend it's a popsicle. And don't use your teeth," she advised me. Avoiding John's gaze, I positioned myself between his thighs. What a difference some cold water made! It was miniscule now, barely two inches... It looked almost cute. I took it in my hand and fondled it a bit, trying to make it grow into something more impressive. "It's so cute when it's tiny," I commented to myself, but Katelyn burst out laughing. "Sorry," I apologized to John. I bent over and took him between my lips, warming him up. My heavy breasts rested on his upper thighs. His manly smell was intoxicating as I suckled his dick. I could feel my nipples hardening against his flesh, and I hoped he could feel it, too. I wanted him to know how turned-on I was getting sucking his cock. Holding it in one hand, I licked the length of his shaft, all the way from its base to his head. As it warmed up, his dick began to grow, and I took him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, encouraging it. I wanted him to feel like he was in heaven. And from the sounds of his moaning, he was close. He was now fully hard, and I could feel his cock pulsating between my lips. I dared to look up at his face, brushing my hair out of my eyes. Our eyes met, we stared at each other as I continued sucking and licking his long, thick cock. He gently caressed my cheek and smiled. "You're doing really well, Monica. You should try bobbing your head a bit. That usually feels great." I nodded slightly and tried it, moving my mouth up and down, trying to use my tongue on the underside of his shaft, where he had told me it was most sensitive. Meanwhile, I could feel my crotch warming. I was already moist, soaking my way through my panties. His cock was filling me up, filling my mouth with his hot hardness. His cock was pumping into me, thrusting inside me. I tried to stifle a moan, but I couldn't. I kept my eyes down, afraid of him realizing what was happening inside me. A gentle warmth was spreading through my body, to every inch of my being. I kept bobbing my head up and down, using my free hand to rub my crotch as surreptitiously as I could. It had to be obvious, but I didn't care. Electricity shot through me. My whole body quivered and shook while I tried to maintain my rhythm. My mouth tightened around his cock, savoring the feeling, the texture, the heat, the throbbing of it inside me. "Monica," he groaned, "I'm going to cum soon if you don't stop." I grabbed his toned ass, forcing him into my mouth, trapping him. There was no way I was going to let him escape. Our eyes met: mine burned with lustful purpose, his were happy, but unsure, confused, as though he couldn't tell whether I were a dream, a succubus, or a reality that he had been blessed to receive. I pumped my head up and down, never breaking eye contact with him, as he tilted his head back and panted hard. He was too weak to resist. We both wanted it. "Monica..." he moaned. His cock spasmed inside me. Hot cum gushed into my mouth. My eyes widened in surprise. I almost gagged, but I swallowed as much of his cum as I could, greedily hungry for his salty taste inside me. I didn't want a single drop to escape me. Again and again, his cock surrendered his seed to me. When finally it stopped, I took his cock out of my mouth and lick his shaft clean, thirsty for every last drop. My breath was heavy and my heartbeat pounding before I finally came out of it. I stopped, suddenly shy, suddenly aware of what I was doing and where. Katelyn and John were both watching me, amazed by my boldness. I swallowed the last of his cum in my mouth and stood up, covering my breasts and blushing furiously. "S-sorry, but I wanted to see what it was like to have a guy cum..." I admitted. "It's OK," said John. "That was amazing." "Ya, great job," encouraged Katelyn. "You took that like a pro." She checked her watch. "Well, we still have a lot of time tonight. Do you two want to practice some more after John recovers?" "Yes!" we both shouted, before looking at each other and blushing. It was going to be a long night. I'd make sure of it. **** Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it didn't include much of Mei, but, well, there's not much more to do with her without going fully into romance, I feel, and I wanted to linger in erotica a while longer. As for this story, it's the result of too much fantasizing about massage parlors and teaching innocent young women certain life skills. Let me know what you think! Vote and comment! I really do enjoy hearing what my readers think! Our Massage Parlor Mei pulled my towel off of me with relish and set me down onto the table with my face down. She stepped out of her flip flops, and pulled off her sweatpants, hanging them on a nearby hook, before putting her footwear back on. Her legs were long and tan, leading up to her red thong. She turned around, lifting her shirt off, and giving me a perfect view of her toned, round ass. She turned back around and I hid my head in the cushion, hoping she hadn't realized I was staring. Hot water sprayed on my back before she began to rub liquid soap onto my back, moving her hands in broad, long strokes down my back. The scent of strawberries filled the room. After she rubbed the soap into me, she grabbed the shower head again, using its strong, hot water against my flesh, massaging my neck, making me moan softly. "Turn over." I eagerly complied. She got onto the table with me, straddling my thighs. Her hands caressing my chest as she lathered me up. There was no teasing this time. She grabbed my cock firmly and pumped away, while she continued rubbing me with her free hand. She was as fast as lightning; her hand was a blur as she stroked my shaft. I was worried I was going to cum, but right before I was about to pass the point of no return, she stopped suddenly. "You tease," I choked out. She pressed her body against mine. Her nipples poked firmly against my chest and her pussy wiggled against my hard cock. "I'll make it up to you. I promise," she whispered, pulling down the shower head, and washing my body clean. I lay there, paralyzed. Water ran down her small breasts. Her hard, dark nipples poked out boldly. "You're a good boy, Jonathan. Most guys just paw and grope at me. You have good self-control. Usually by now, guys try to grab my ass, like this," she said, taking my hand in hers and resting it on her butt. I gave it a gentle squeeze, testing its firmness. "Or they'll grab my chest, like this," she said, placing my palm on her breast. I could feel her tender flesh, I could feel her hardness against me... "But you're good. You haven't done either of those things. I think that deserves a special reward, don't you?" "Yes," I said, drunk on hope. She swung herself off of me and helped me up. "Do you want your towel back?" "Aren't we going to have to walk past everyone else?" "They've seen guys naked before, Jonathan. You shouldn't be shy. Not with that, big boy," she said, nodding towards my crotch. I blushed. "Well, if you think it's OK..." I couldn't resist her. She opened the door, still wearing only her thong and flip-flops. Her ass swayed like a metronome as she walked, and my eyes were glued to it. We passed the main room, where the gaggle of masseuses giggled and pointed. Their faces showed a mixture of amusement and envy. I enjoyed the attention. I slowed my pace slightly, giving them more time to stare. Mei, with faux exasperation, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and locked it. The bolt clicked as loud as thunder in the empty room. "Get onto the table," she panted. I started to position myself face-down, but she stopped me. "On your back." I got onto my back. A red flash passed over me. I turned to see Mei now entirely nude. Her pussy was bare and dusky, its lips swollen. Already it glistened with dew. She grabbed a bottle of oil, ripped off its top, and poured it luxuriantly all over her front. Golden oil trailed down her body. She rubbed herself, massaging the oil into her breasts, her stomach, her thighs... She glistened a golden tan, and then she practically leapt onto the table. She slid herself over me, using her own body to massage me. She slipped over me easily, thanks to the oil. It was ecstasy feeling her entire body caressing me. I could feel her nipples grazing against the length of my chest. Her whole body slid over my cock, teasing it, torturing it. She moved herself over me back and forth, over and over. She writhed her body over me, moaning loudly as she caressed her wet pussy against my hard cock. The way she twisted and stretched over me was almost feline, like a wild cat. I wanted to explode. She gave me a deep kiss and sat up on my waist. "I wasn't kidding about you being a good boy, earlier," she said, as she adjusted my cock against the waiting lips of her pussy. "You're the first guy here who's shown me any respect." "You're beautiful, what guy wouldn't respect you?" "It's easier than you'd think. But no more talk." She gripped the base of my cock and guided me inside her. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard, big boy." Her pussy tightly gripped my cock. Without removing herself, she bent forward slightly, grazing her fingertips all along the length of my front. Slowly, oh so slowly, oh so torturously, her fingernails teased me, going from my neck down, down, down to my thighs, and back. I grabbed her hips roughly and guided her. She giggled with delight and began to ride me, pressing down my chest for leverage. Her tits jiggled. Her head tilted back as she moaned my name loudly. I knew everyone in the building could hear her. God, what a turn-on... My hips bucked as I tried to work my way deeper and deeper inside her tight pussy. I thrust my cock into her. She rode me like an animal, moaning, screaming encouragement in Chinese. I never wanted us to part. I felt as though we were one flesh, that our pleasure and bodies were one. The pleasure grew, crashing over me like a tsunami, and I was powerless to resist as I felt orgasm wash over me. Mei and I climaxed together. I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock as it spasmed, shooting forth my hot cum into her. Again and again, I released my load into her. Pearly white cum dribbled out of her pussy. Panting, we stayed there in silence for a moment, regaining our breath and our strength. Mei leaned down and kissed me on the lips, briefly. "Thanks, John. That felt great. Come back anytime..." "Really?" "Mmmm, really. I haven't had an orgasm like that in too long, big boy. Get dressed, don't want anyone walking in on us," she said with a conspiratorial wink. I blushed and toweled off as much oil as I could before getting dressed, while Mei did the same. She walked me down to the door, gave me a tight hug, and a last kiss on the cheek. "Promise you'll come back to me?" she said, pouting, slightly worried. "I promise," I said, returning the kiss. Her pout melted into a broad smile, and she let me leave happily, standing in the doorway as I walked away, watching me leave. I met Katelyn at the café. "How was it?" she asked. "Incredible. Let me tell you all about..." **** I've been fantasizing about massage parlors a lot lately, so I decided to write it down and get it out of my head. Out of all the stories I've written for Literotica, this is probably the most autobiographical. A few things, like names, have been changed, and a few events embellished, but that's all. I hope you enjoyed reading, and please vote and comment; I love to hear from my readers!