The name of the establishment is Royal Hot Stone, I have some experience with massages, this is going to go smoothly.
I had driven by the place already, not a bad neighborhood. I wouldn’t hang out there after dark, but the place is open from 10 to 10, so I went during daylight hours. I chose daylight hours because I figured it wouldn’t be as busy. I think of the sex industry as being a night time enterprise. Respectable people conduct their business during the day.
It’s in a strip mall. The store front is all glass, just like every strip mall store front. This one, however, has covered the glass completely with what appeared to be contact paper. The stuff one would cover their cupboards with. The workmanship was shoddy, lots of air bubbles. The signage, all neon, was not impressive during the day. A few statements got my attention: Walk Ins Welcome; CASH Only; Asian Spa. This must be the place.
The entryway, just like every store at a strip mall you have ever been to, was a set of double glass doors. The doors were covered, not with the same contact paper as the windows, but with posters of dragons.
If it seems like I observed a lot about the front of this place, it’s because I was very hesitant to get out of the car. What was behind those dragons? The Cops, waiting to arrest every man that fell into this trap. A thief, waiting to rob me as soon as I was inside.
I removed my ring, watch and wallet, and locked them in the glove compartment. Cash only, I can read, no need for anything else. I walked up, opened the dragon doors, and was surprisingly met by another door. There was a false wall behind the glass double doors. In this false wall was a single door. A regular door, wooden, doorknob, and a door bell. Above the door was a fake surveillance camera. Fake, because there were no wires or cables connected to it, and the angle was to far off to be of any use. Ring Bell for Service, was hand written on piece of paper, taped to the door. I rang the bell.
The false wall was maybe a foot taller than the door, it did not go all the way to the ceiling. I could very clearly hear the door bell ring when I pushed the button. I heard movement, and the door opened.
At massage envy the therapists wear black polo shirts, with the logo embroidered on the chest. They wear black or khaki pants, and sneakers. The girl that opened the door behind the dragon doors was not wearing a polo shirt. She was wearing a black sports bra, and boy shorts style panties, and nothing else. I would say A cups, and that is being generous. She was Asian, 4 and half feet tall, maybe 90 pounds. I would guess very early twenties, 20 or 21. Hot. Not pretty, not attractive, smoking hot. I could see very clear outlines of her nipples, which were rock hard. Her bottoms looked like they had been painted on, every detail of her pussy was visible, every fold.
She opened the door, looked me up and down, and reached out, took my hand, and said:
Hello, come in please. Very heavy accent, sounded Korean to me.
She led me inside, into a long hallway, lined with doors. Each door had a picture on it, tiger, lotus, dragon. She opened the second dragon door and motioned for me to go inside.
The room consisted of four walls, a door, and a table. A wooden chair sat by the door. A small table held a lamp, a speaker, and various bottles of oils and lotions. It smelled clean, like scented bath soap, lavender and hibiscus.
She walked in behind me, and shut the door.
Half or full hour?
Half.
Ok, 60 please.
She held out her hand, I reached in my pocket, took out three twenties, and placed them in her hand.
You want shower?
Yes.
Ok, I be right back, please.
And with this, she handed me folded towel, and walked out. What did she mean by shower? What did I agree to? Should I undress now?
I sat the towel back down on the massage table and slipped off my flip flops. I placed them neatly under the chair, and sat on edge of the table.
The table was homemade, not the massage table I was used to. It was a little longer than I am tall, maybe six and half feet. One pad, not an exact fit, slightly smaller than the table, covered with a thin sheet.
No knock, no are you ready, no warning of any kind, the door opened, she walked back in, and giggled. I was sitting, barefoot, with the rest of my clothes on.
She walked up directly in front of me, took both my hands, and raised my arms above my head. She then reached down, took hold of the bottom of my T shirt, and pulled it off, over my head. Then, taking my hands again, she pulled me towed her.
Stand, please.
I stood up. She dropped to her knees, kneeling right in front of me. She was so small, that in this position her heard barely came up to my waist. She looked up at me, smiled, and unbuckled my belt. My pants are loose fitting, I find that comfortable, they would have just fallen down, except I was erect, and she was holding them, getting ready to unfasten the button. I’m looking down at her, she is looking at me, we are making eye contact, she smiles. She directs her attention to her hands. They are unbuttoned. She just unbuttoned my pants. They are unzipped. She just unzipped my pants. I am going commando, so my dick is right there. If she were taller it would have hit her in the face when she opened the front of my pants. She opened them like a magician revealing an illusion. She slipped them down to my ankles. I stepped out, one foot at time. When she stood up, she was so close to me that her face brushed against it. When she turned around she rubbed it against her waist.
So, I am standing completely naked in front of 90 pounds of pure Asian sex, rock hard, and kind of nervous. She then neatly folds my clothes. This takes maybe 45 seconds to a minute. It feels like an eternity.
She picks up the towel, stands right up against me, and wraps it around me. I am now holding the ends of the towel in one hand, and she has my other hand. She leads me out of the room. We cross the hall, and enter a shower room.
The shower room is completely tiled, floor, walls, ceiling, and there is a plastic table in the center. She takes my towel from me, and hangs it by the door.
Face down, please.
I lay down on the table, face down, naked, and a little cold. She turns on a hand held spray nozzle, and gently sprays my body. I usually shave the hair off my ass when I do my balls. I am very thankful of that. She uses a sponge to soap me up, then switches to her bare hands. Every inch, including between my cheeks, gets washed. She sprays me off.
Turn over, please.
I turn over. Not hard anymore, but still a little chubby. She sprays me down, sponge and soap.
Is she going to wash my dick? Is she going to touch it?
She starts at my chest, barehanded, and gently washes me. Down to my abdomen, but staying above the waist. She skips right over my business, and washes my legs and feet. She goes much higher up my thighs, and I am getting visually excited. Harder. Then it happens. Her hand glides up the inside of thigh, and she touches my balls. Gently rubbing them, washing them, I am hard as fuck now. She strokes it. Just a few times, very loose grip, very exciting. Then she sprays me off again.
Stand, please.
I get up, and she pats me dry. Head to toe. My dick gets in on the action again, but this time just a towel, no bare hands.
She leads me back into the room with the dragon door.
Lay down please. Cold?
Yes.
It is very chilly in this place. She covers me with a small towel. Small, it covers me from maybe my waist to just below my cock. This isn’t going to warm me up. Then, she hops up onto the table, and lays directly on top of me. We just lay there like that. For maybe a minute.
Good?
Great.
She climbs down, and starts the massage. Massage is a stretch, she is just lightly rubbing me. Running her fingers, and her hair, all over me. Then she makes eye contact with me, and grabs my cock through the towel.
Ok?
Yes.
Yes?
Yes.
The towel comes off. Lightly running just her finger tips along the sides of my dick. Gently on the head, in a swirling motion.
Ok?
Yes.
Yes?
Yes.
And with that, she is back on the table again. Straddling me, facing my feet. Bent over, her pussy right over face. I could have rubbed my nose in it. She stands up on the table. Over me. I’m looking up at her, she turns around. Straddles me again. Grinding on my dick, I imagine she is getting wet. Maybe she is, I don’t care, I can’t hardly think. Then she gets off of me, off of the table. Lotion. She is rubbing lotion on my dick. She is jerking me off. Rubbing my balls. She is good at this. I go for it. I reach out, and put my hand on her ass.
I am on my back, naked, she is standing beside the table. Her tiny hand is stroking my cock, her other hand is playing with my balls. I have just placed a hand on her ass. I think she is going move, or say something, or do something, or something. But she just looks at me and smiles, and continues working my dick.
I go for it. I start working my fingers between her legs. I want to touch that pussy. Is it hot? Is she wet? Is she going to stop me. She is so short, a can barely reach down far enough to get my hand around, under her, to touch it. She climbs back on the table. On her knees, legs spread wide, kneeling on the table beside me. Still stroking me. I finally get it. I am rubbing her pussy through her panties.
The hand on my balls has now taken all of the attention. My balls are in the palm of her hand, her fingers are rubbing and pressing the space between my ass and balls. She keeps going back further. One finger pressed against my asshole. Rubbing in a long stroke over it.
Ok?
Yes.
Yes?
Yes.
I slide my fingers from her pussy, back across her ass and up to the waist line of her panties. Under her panties. I am touching the very top of the crease formed by her tiny ass cheeks. Eye contact. She just smiles. I go lower, lower, I am touching her asshole just like she is touching mine. Except my hands aren’t covered in lube, so the chance of me sliding a finger into her ass is slim.
I am going cum. She can tell. She slows down, stroking in long slow passes, with both hands in sync, one on my cock, the other on my ass. I cum. A lot. More than ever. It won’t stop cumming. She has to move her head to avoid taking it in the face. It is pooling on my belly, and my chest. It’s running down her hand. Down my dick. All over my balls. She doesn’t stop stroking until it stops. I ejaculated for a solid five seconds.
Wow, big!
That’s what she said.
So I have just orgasmed in the hands of a tiny Asian. I am still down the back of her panties, she is still holding my dick, and touching my ass.
I get hot towel, please wait here.
She lets go of my dick, which is now becoming soft. I am still covered in my own semen, and naked. I am not sure where she thought I might go. But I am very content to lay on this table. She wipes her hands on a towel, and walks out of the room. Now I am alone in this room again, and naked, and kind of cold. I am drained. The orgasm, this whole ordeal, has left me exhausted. I just want to sleep.
She comes back in, and lays another wet towel over me, but it covers me from my chest to just below waist.
I clean you up.
She is wiping me clean with this towel. She removes it, covers with me with another one, and continues the process. This time she wipes my dick, balls and ass. This is getting me excited again, and I am starting to hard in the towel in her hands. She smiles, and keeps wiping and cleaning. She pats me dry me with another towel.
Sit up please.
Sitting on the edge of the table, with my legs hanging over side, she is standing, in between my legs, and I am rock hard again. If she had tits, they would be level with my cock. I want to reach out, grab her by the head, and force her face down on my dick. But I don’t. I am not sure if that is ok, or if I have brought enough money.
She picks up my pants, and kind helps me into them. She holds them up, while I step into them. She pulls them up to my waist, and is going to button them, but I am hard, and my dick is in they way. She kinds of giggles.
I’ll do it. I button and zip my pants. She brings me my t shirt, I pull it on. I slip on my flip flops, and I am just standing there, staring at her.
Tip is 20.
I guess I have a confused look on my face.
You touch me, 20 dollar tip.
I see.
I hand her another 20. She takes my hand, and walks me back out.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/piug65/rub_and_tug_mf