33. First Time at Her Aesthetic Salon (1)
[Sizzle sizzle]
The eel grilling to perfection on the hot griddle between us, and there she was, sitting across from me in an outfit that was both elegantly old-school and downright slutty. Her high-end knit top had a deep V-neck that plunged way down, showcasing those watermelon-sized tits and the deep cleavage between them. The skirt falling just above her knees was slit high in the back, so it looked like her massive ass might pop out any second. Even wrapped in clothes, her ripe, voluptuous body screamed sex—enough that I could feel the guys around us sneaking glances at her curvy figure. Of course, I was stealing looks too while flipping the eel.
"It's all done now, ma'am. Dig in."
"Thanks, you worked hard grilling it, Hyeonmin~ I'd love to have a son just like you."
We started eating, and she kicked off the meal with praise for me, leading into all sorts of chit-chat. Mostly her talking, me listening. What really grabbed my attention was her story about her husband. Turns out, she'd married him in her late twenties—he was seven years older—and at his insistence, they'd stayed DINKs all these years, no kids. And without kids, their sex life hadn't exactly been fulfilling either. In the early days of marriage, he'd ravage her body with passion, but as the years wore on, the frequency and intensity faded. After he landed his professor gig eight years ago, they barely fucked once a month, if that. She sighed about how at least if they'd had a kid, she could've enjoyed raising it. Hearing her lament like that, her intentions were crystal clear—she was laying it on thick about her lonely situation, basically begging me to fuck her.
Made sense, really. Living that DINK life, going through her prime horny years with half her marriage basically celibate, of course she was desperate for a man.
By the time she'd spilled all these intimate family details, we'd polished off the eel. I was dying to see what her next move would be after treating me to this. We bickered a bit over who’d pay, but she swiped her card in the end, and as we left the restaurant, she cast her next lure.
"Hyeonmin, I've got a shop nearby that I run. Wanna check it out?"
"A shop? What kind of...?"
"It's an aesthetic salon—skin care, massages, all that stuff. If you come with me, I'll do your skin treatment for free. Sound good?"
Looked like she was luring me back to her place to finally get fucked.
"What're you doing? Let's go, haha!"
"Hohoho, you're so fun~ Just head that way."
True to her word, it was just a short walk to her upscale-looking aesthetic salon. First time stepping into one, and it hit me with this luxurious, super feminine vibe.
As we went in, a woman in her thirties at the front desk greeted us. Pretty face, but way too skinny—not my type.
"Director, you're back?"
"Yeah. Everything good, Manager Park?"
"Of course. But who's this guy?"
"My close sister's son. Handsome, right? He's been helping me with my workouts lately, so I'm giving him a massage as thanks."
"Ohhh~ I thought he was your boyfriend, hehe. Lucky guy, though—nobody gets the director's massages just anyone~"
"Hey, cut the jokes... Prep one of my usual rooms and buzz me if anything comes up."
"Got it, Director."
While Manager Park set things up, we waited on the lobby sofa.
"Hyeonmin, you showered good earlier, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"'Cause I'm gonna give you an aroma full-body massage. No need for another shower then."
Back in the army, a buddy on leave had raved about a massage he'd gotten—the way those soft hands worked his sensitive spots. I'd sworn I'd try one someday. And now, here I was, pants tightening at the thought.
"Director, room's ready. Your usual one."
"Thanks, Manager Park. Hyeonmin, head in and change. I'll swap and be right there."
I went into the room she pointed to. On the bed was one of those tiny massage panties, neatly packaged. I stripped naked, slipped on the disposable thing—and even soft, my glans poked right out over the top.
Hmm... It'll all spill out once it gets hard anyway. Whatever.
About five minutes later, the door opened, and in came Suyeon, dressed in the black uniform I'd seen in videos. No skin showing anywhere, but the way it hugged her insane curves made her body pure sex on legs.
"Heup!... Looks good on you. Face down on the bed?"
I was perched on the bed's edge, my cockhead peeking out, and she let out a choked gasp—but quickly composed herself.
I lay face down as instructed. Warm, fragrant aroma oil drizzled over my back, followed by soft hands gliding across my skin.
[Schlurp schlurp~]
Manager Park wasn't bullshitting—her hands on my back felt amazing, way beyond sexy; pure bliss.
"Mmm~"
Mom's massages were for loosening muscles—this one just melted you into relaxation. A satisfied moan slipped out naturally.
Her hands swept down from my back to my waist, then lower. Starting at my feet, they worked up calves to deep into my thighs. My panties were soaked with oil now, and as her fingers roamed deep between my thighs, brushing my ballsack now and then, she began circling from the outer cheeks inward.
Unlike before, her touch was thick with lewd intent now—my prostate tingled.
My dick had started hardening the moment her hands grazed my balls, now trapped between the bed and my belly.
Her hands delved deeper inside, softly brushing my ass crack, perineum, and right over my asshole. Not just once—several times. Clear pre-cum started leaking from my tip.
"Hyeonmin, still face down—lift your knees and raise your ass?"
"Like this...?"
"Yeah, perfect."
The pose she had me in? I knew it well—the classic 'OTL' position. Top of my massage fantasies.
Her hands and arms sliding through my crotch—my balls shivered in anticipation.
[Swish swish]
I heard fabric rustling, peeked back—Suyeon stripping off her uniform, slathering oil on her arms in lacy black lingerie. Black bra with some belly pudge leading to matching panties. My cock throbbed hard, fully escaping the panties.
"Hyeonmin, lose the panties and relax into the massage~"
Seeing my rock-hard, twitching dick, she tugged the panties off my ass. I lifted my knees one by one to help.
Now buck naked, her hands swept softly from the top of my crack, over my asshole and taint, down to my ballsack. My hole clenched, thighs tensed on instinct.
"Relax~ Just let go~"
She stroked my swollen thighs to calm them, then her hands moved to my balls, kneading gently.
"Hyeonmin~ They say big balls mean strong stamina—is that true?"
"Dunno, but mine seem pretty good."
"Oh! Really? I love a guy with stamina. My hubby's can't even get it up anymore."
She fondled my balls outright now, her flirting blatant as hell.
[Schlorp schlorp~]
Her hands glided from groin to belly and back, using her arms to rub along both sides of my shaft and balls. Oiled-up soft flesh sliding slickly—pure heaven. Her slightly plump arms were perfect for this.
My cock, sandwiched between her arms, slathered in oil and pre-cum, was a sloppy mess.
[Schlurp smack~ Schlurp smack~]
Next, her slick hands alternated, stroking from belly to balls—my dick caught, yanked toward my balls, snapping back, then pulled by the other hand. Each time, my glans slapped my belly, lewd friction sounds echoing in the room.