Mihee Goes For a Massage - 1
By the time Mihee arrived at the massage parlor's front desk, she was flustered and fidgeting uncontrollably.
She was nearly thirty minutes late for her reservation.
With no one visible inside the shop, she had no idea what to do, and after pacing around and glancing this way and that, she called out timidly.
"Um... excuse me..! Is anyone here?"
As if he'd heard her, a door behind the desk opened and a male employee stepped out.
"Would you happen to be Mihee, the customer who booked thirty minutes from now?"
There was an edge of irritation in his tone, but she couldn't exactly explain why she'd been late, so all she could do was bow her head and apologize for the delay.
"I'm s— sorry for being late..!"
The man's eyes swept slowly over the cleavage her bowed head revealed, over the curves of her body, and when their eyes met, he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Ah... ahem. The thing is, the masseuse you booked with just got off work. There's no staff member available to do your massage right now."
Oh. Well, nothing I can do about that, I guess.
Mihee was just deciding she'd have to come back another time when the employee continued.
"Actually, I'm a trainee masseuse — I stayed behind alone to tidy up. Would it be alright if I took care of your massage?"
She had originally booked with a female masseuse, and the offer caught her so off guard that she almost refused on the spot.
Even for Mihee, suddenly handing her body over to a stranger — a man — and letting him touch her here and there felt like a lot to ask.
Worse, this man already knew her face and her name, and he could easily have access to the personal information she'd entered when booking, like her phone number.
Just then, the male employee spoke again.
"Since I'm still a trainee, I barely ever get the chance to give an actual massage, and I'd really love to use this as practice! I'll comp the fee for this session — free of charge!"
It was hard to refuse such earnest begging, and when he threw in that it would be free, Mihee found herself nodding before she even realized it.
He looked about her own age, too, with a kind, innocent sort of face. Would she have turned him down if he'd been some scary-looking middle-aged man?
"Yes... yes, okay. Let's do that."
At that, the male employee politely pointed the way.
"Great! Thank you. This is the changing room — please change into the massage wear we've provided, then head straight into the massage room connected to it and wait for me there."
"Okay..."
She stepped into the room he'd pointed to and found an ordinary changing room with the massage outfit laid out.
"Oh..."
The massage wear was far smaller and more revealing than she'd expected, and it startled her — but having never had a massage before, Mihee figured this was probably just how it was done, and changed out of her clothes completely.
Fully changed, she looked in the mirror and was taken aback by how much sluttier she looked than she'd imagined.
"Mmnh..."
Come to think of it, she'd booked a full-body massage — exactly how much of her body was he going to touch? She hadn't thought twice about it when she assumed it would be a woman, but now that a man would be kneading her all over, her face flushed a faint pink, half with worry, half with anticipation.
At the thought of showing herself like this to a young male employee she'd never met before, the sex she'd just had flickered through her mind, and her pussy began to grow wet all over again.
Perhaps because he'd stopped right before she could climax, her whole body was still in a hypersensitive state, and even the tiny sparks of contact as fabric brushed her skin while she changed were enough to leave her aroused.
Posing this way and that before the mirror, admiring her own pretty figure, Mihee eventually slipped through the door marked Massage Room.
Inside, the soft ambient lighting mingled with the massage bed to give the room an unmistakably erotic atmosphere.
The employee hadn't come in yet, and not knowing what she was supposed to do, Mihee just stood there blankly.
Then the male employee's voice drifted in from outside the door.
"Ma'am, if you'd just lie down on the massage bed, I'll prepare the supplies and be right in."
"Okay!"
Mihee answered and lay down on the bed right away. It was more comfortable than she'd expected, and the faint scent of aromatherapy oils put her in a pleasant mood.
So much had happened today that she'd never planned for, but lying here this comfortably, it all felt like some strange dream.
As she lay there with her eyes closed, at ease, a thought suddenly struck her.
Oh no — I'm not wearing any panties...!
Her nipples were at least covered by the patches she'd stuck on, but she'd lost her panties in the taxi and hadn't put on a new pair.
She'd been so distracted that she'd completely forgotten she was going commando — and now here she was, lying on a bed about to be massaged by a man.
Lying down in a massage outfit this short, the moment the employee opened the door in front of her and walked in, her pussy would be visible to him in full view.
For all that Mihee loved exposure, there was no easy way to explain why she'd shown up without underwear at all, so with a start, she slid the hem of the outfit down to cover a little of herself.
But the moment she tugged the fabric down, while her pussy was barely covered, her chest now looked ready to pop straight out of the top.
Caught between impossible options, Mihee was just about to ask if there was another massage outfit when the door burst open and the employee walked in.
It was already too late, she decided — so she simply closed her eyes and pretended not to notice, acting as naturally as she could.
"Hup..!"
The instant the door opened, she heard the male employee gasp in surprise. Under the softly glowing lights, he was definitely staring at her bare, exposed pussy.
Shame made her fingers and toes curl tight without her meaning to.
But time passed and he said nothing, so Mihee cracked her eyes open just a sliver.
Whether it was his first time seeing a pussy or not, the man hadn't even noticed her lifting her head to peek at him — he simply kept staring, openly, at her glistening slit. And his cock was already fully erect, straining so hard against the thin fabric of his uniform pants that it jutted out unmistakably, right there in Mihee's line of sight.
Then the employee finally spoke, and Mihee squeezed her eyes shut and resumed playing innocent.
"Uh, um... ah..! M— Miss Mihee, I'll begin now."
Watching him so flustered he couldn't even string a sentence together, Mihee found him almost cute, and somehow the tension began to drain out of her.
Trickle... drip... drip...
Startled by the sensation of something falling onto her thighs and legs, she opened her eyes to see the employee drizzling massage oil, drop by drop, over her exposed thighs and legs.
Then he laid his hands on her calves, spread his palms wide, and glided them up along her thighs in one long stroke.
Her soft, pliant thighs wobbled and yielded beneath the man's hands, and feeling the slick, oil-slicked touch of a man's hands for the very first time, Mihee let out a moan before she could stop herself.
"Haaahn...!"
Startled by it, the employee looked up at her face and asked,
"Ah— ma'am, does it hurt?"
"No, no... it's my first time, so... please keep going."
At her shy answer, the man seemed to think of something — and Mihee clearly saw his still-erect cock give a sudden, jerking twitch.
He began kneading her in order — thighs, calves, the soles of her feet — and the slick, gliding sensation, unlike anything she'd felt before, wrung moan after moan out of her as pleasure rippled through her body.
"Mmmh... ah... nnghh..."
Watching his cock bob and throb in time with her moans, Mihee was so turned on she wanted desperately to touch her own pussy — but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Haah... I can't take this..."
A small murmur — but not hers. It was the male employee, muttering under his breath. He'd murmured it so quietly, apparently, that he never imagined she could hear.
She stole a glance downward. Somewhere along the way, the massage outfit had ridden up from all the movement — the fabric that had been barely covering her pussy had crept up nearly to her navel. And the man, massaging one of her thighs, was gently pushing that leg out to the side, which meant her pussy hole and her dripping, oil-slicked slit — wet long before any oil had touched it — were in full view of his eyes. She knew it.
After a while, the employee took his hands off her legs and spoke.
"Hoo... I'll need to move on to your upper body now — could you sit up for me?"
His face was flushed crimson, his breathing ragged,
"Mmhm... yes... okay..."
and she could tell she wasn't much better off.
In the end, this man had finished the entire lower-body massage without touching her fully exposed pussy even once. Feeling oddly disappointed, Mihee sat up and smoothed down the bunched-up fabric — and the man let out a long, shuddering breath, then, just as he had at the start of the lower-body massage, began drizzling oil over her arms and everywhere else across her upper body.
When the oil pooling on her shoulder began trickling down between her breasts, the sensation wrung a short moan out of her before she could hold it back.
"Haang...!"
Mihee kept her eyes squeezed shut, embarrassed by the sound she'd made, while the man finished massaging her fingers, then her arms, then her shoulders, and spoke.
"I'll be working on your sides and underarms next — could you raise your arms for me?"
"Yes... yes! Like this?"
As Mihee lifted both arms in a stretch, her full, soft breasts and her secretly hidden underarms were thrust into prominence right before his eyes — and the man, forgetting entirely that he was supposed to be massaging her, simply stood there staring at her chest.
Her face burning, Mihee closed her eyes again and held still, and after a moment she felt his hands at her sides.
Rub, rub, rub. Was massage supposed to be this lewd? she wondered, experiencing one for the first time.
This had stopped being a massage and was bordering on outright fondling, and the feel of his hands rubbing her sides was driving her out of her mind.
Mihee's breasts were extraordinarily soft — like pudding — and once the oil was worked in, merely touching her sides was enough to send them jiggling wildly. When the man's rough, heated breath, so close to her as he worked, brushed against her chest, she began moaning without even realizing it.
"Haah..! Haahng..! Nngh...!"
Before she knew it, the hands that had been rubbing her sides had traveled up to her underarms, and when the man caressed her armpits — one of Mihee's most sensitive spots — as if he were deliberately fondling them, she felt like she was losing her mind.
Until now her moans had been small, leaking things, sounds of her biting them back. What she was letting out now was practically the moaning of a woman in the middle of sex.
"Aaahng..! Haang! Ang...! Haangh...!"
And then his hands, still stroking her underarms, began ever so slightly brushing the sides of her breasts — each touch of his hands pressing them, warping them, sending them wobbling.
Moaning without pause, Mihee peeked at him through slitted eyes and saw that one of his hands was sneakily grazing the side of her breast with every other stroke — while his other hand had dropped to his own crotch, frantically kneading his cock.
"Haaah... nngh..! Haang... mmmh..!"
They say it hurts when a man stays hard like that without any relief... is he going to be okay?
Even as she moaned senselessly, Mihee found herself starting to worry about the man — thirty-some minutes now, aching hard the entire time, and never once getting to finish.