A Professional Massage

I popped a couple Viagra, ran a few errands to give them time to work, then pulled into my favorite local Asian massage parlor this afternoon. I had called earlier to make sure they’d gotten their table shower back in service; they had.

I paid the house fee for an hour, $80.00, then handed my masseuse $200.00 cash. That’s enough to convey you want a table shower and what’s known in the trade as “full service”. “Judy”, a lovely 30-something Chinese, had me undress in suite #2, wrapped me in a towel and took me by the hand to the table shower. Picture a bunk bed sized tiled table with a padded waterproof mat cover and a tiled floor and drain. She disrobed, gave us each a shot of mouthwash, ran warm water over the table cover and had me lie face down where she proceeded to soap me up everywhere, then used her naked body as a scrub brush. On the flip, she paid plenty of attention to my junk; junior was very enthused. She spoke enough English to understand when I asked her to pee in my mouth. She said she really didn’t have to go but squeezed out a few squirts anyway. Delightful and no extra charge. Then she dried me off.

She led me back to suite #2 and started a nice bare back blowjob. Not too little, not too much, just enough excitement to allow her to slip on the condom. A few squirts of lube and we were going missionary. She could win an academy award with her acting skills, but maybe not as I may have been the first one in her lovely, trimmed Chinese snatch that afternoon. Very tight, and she must do regular Kegels, because her pussy was literally sucking my cock. This is professional pussy; your girlfriend or wife has no idea. Like nothing else you’ve ever had.

As enjoyable as sucking on her tits, watching her pretty face, kissing her lips, and pounding that pussy was, I was never going to nut wearing that damn raincoat. I stopped, she made a hand jerking motion, and I nodded. I flipped over and she sat on my face as she jerked me off after peeling the condom. She jerked me off better than I jerk myself off. I begged for a little more tinkle, but she was on empty. No matter: I exploded in her hands.

She did a basic cleanup, got dressed, left, and came back with a hot towel to do a through job. She said I had another 10 minutes of my hour, flipped me on my stomach, and dug her hands, arms, and elbows into my back and neck with a little oil lube. She even massaged my calves, my favorite. Another wipe down, and with a gracious smile. a little bottle of water, and a “Thank you”, she sent me on my way.

I’ve had some very nice women lovers in my day, but none compared to the attention and level of customer satisfaction the Asian women give to men. It simply isn’t comparable. The Koreans are top notch too. Judy put my Cuban sugar baby into a new perspective. Less than $300.00, no nagging, expectations, or disappointments, and everyone is happy with the deal. I’m done dating; too much of a crapshoot.