Massage Therapy 5 (Beta)

Author's Note: This is what I've written as of now.

Layla was in the midst of her morning run, navigating the familiar paths of her neighborhood. John's sudden departure for the Bahamas had left her with a whirlwind of emotions—anger, frustration, nervousness, and an unexpected arousal.

Today marked the day Layla had scheduled to meet Ashlyn's masseur and lover. Despite the swirling mix of emotions, Layla was determined; she couldn't believe she was actually going through with this plan.

As she took a break near a bench, Layla checked her phone for the time, realizing her appointment was still hours away. Sitting down, she noticed a text from Ashlyn, inviting her to dinner later that night. A moment of hesitation gripped Layla as she contemplated the conflicting commitments—hanging out with her best friend or proceeding with the clandestine encounter with Ashlyn's masseur.

"Sorry, I have plans later tonight," Layla texted. "Maybe another time?" A moment later, Ashlyn responded.

"Plans? What could you possibly be doing tonight? Didn't you tell me that John left for his little getaway?" Ashlyn's message carried a hint of suspicion, causing Layla's heart to race as she scrambled to fabricate a convincing excuse, hoping to keep her friend from discovering her clandestine rendezvous.

“I have a ton of paperwork to get through today, and later, I have to pick some family up from the airport, sorry. But I’m totally free tomorrow,” Layla crafted a plausible excuse. Ashlyn went suspiciously silent for a few moments before typing.

“You’re no fun. But no worries, we can hang out tomorrow.” Layla let out a sigh of relief, sensing that Ashlyn had bought into her story. She felt a twinge of guilt, but her prior commitments remained firm.

Layla’s heart raced with a mix of exhilaration and guilt. The prospect of a clandestine massage session with an old perverted Japanese man, all while deceiving her husband and lying to her best friend, added a layer of forbidden excitement. The question lingered: Was this a part of the allure for Ashlyn as well?

Finding herself subconsciously squeezing her loins together, Layla shook her head into focus typed a quick response back to Ashlyn, and resumed her run, eagerly awaiting for her massage session.

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Checking the time, Layla noted it was around 7:40 PM. Still fueled by the excitement of her clandestine plans, she decided to keep it casual yet enticing. Opting for tight yoga pants and a white sweater, she styled her wavy brown hair in a seductive messy bun and applied light makeup to enhance her already attractive features. The rationale behind going to such lengths for an encounter with an older man eluded her, but Layla chalked it up to the influence of her naughty subconscious guiding her down a deviant path.

Heading downstairs, Layla made her way to the nearby counter to grab her keys. However, as she reached for them, her eyes unintentionally locked onto the wedding photo featuring her and her husband. In that captured moment of happiness, Layla reflected on the better days she had shared with John. Regret subtly crept into her thoughts, prompting a small inner voice to suggest calling off her massage session. Yet, the resentment simmering within her, fueled by memories of John's actions that had irked her, coupled with the fiery arousal of her taboo desires, quickly extinguished any inclination to cancel. In her mind, she convinced herself that she deserved the illicit thrill awaiting her at the massage parlor, a form of retribution for the grievances she held against John.

Having made her decision, Layla picked up her keys and headed to the garage. Once in her car, she drove to Goro's massage parlor. Nervously tapping her thumbs on the steering wheel, she approached her destination. Memories of the day she spied on Ashlyn and witnessed Goro's intense fucking flooded her mind. The vivid image of the skinny old man railing her best friend lingered, enticing Layla. Unable to resist the anticipation, she found herself nibbling on the corner of her lip, eagerly anticipating the sensual experience that awaited her.

Upon reaching her destination, Layla parked her car in a discreet spot, hoping to avoid recognition. As she got out, the chilly evening air sent shivers down her spine, and she regretted her choice of thin yoga pants. However, she reassured herself that she would soon be indoors, away from the cold.

Spotting Goro's massage parlor, Layla quickly strode towards it, anxiously checking her surroundings in the somewhat empty parking lot to ensure no one recognized her. The neon ‘open’ sign was turned off, guaranteeing that whatever transpired between them would be uninterrupted and private. The thrill of the naughtiness of her predicament heightened Layla's sense of exhilaration.

Slowly opening the door, Layla cautiously entered. The main lobby was dark, illuminated only by a lamp on the front desk. She had never been to a massage parlor before. The air carried the scent of incense, and the place exuded a distinctly Asian aesthetic. However, Layla couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the ongoing renovations in parts of the building. Scanning the dim room, she failed to spot Goro.

"Um, hello?" Layla called out, stepping toward the front desk. As someone peeked from around the corner of a beaded entrance, Layla flinched, slightly startled.

“Hello there! Kon'nichiwa!” Goro cheerfully greeted, stepping through the beaded entrance to approach Layla. As he moved closer, the dim lighting in the lobby outlined her curvaceous silhouette, catching his lecherous attention.

Layla noted Goro’s appearance. She couldn’t believe that such a short skinny old man could be carrying around such a heavy package. “Oh, uh, hello, Mr. Tanaka. I’m here for my appointment,” Layla nervously greeted.

"Oh, you must be Layla!" Goro greeted, bowing his old, balding head. "Ah, yes! Ashlyn’s friend, correct?" he remembered.

“Yes, I’m Ashlyn’s friend,” Layla reiterated. The old man let out a mischievous smirk. “Thank you for going out of your way and providing me a session during your closing hours,” she continued. But deep down she knew that the old man was more than eager to stay late.

“Of course, of course. Anything for most loyal customer’s friend,” the old man hummed happily.

“Most loyal customer?” Layla played coy, knowing full well that Ashlyn was more than just loyal.

“Heh, she is. She almost come here everyday. A hard-working woman like her needs a lot of relaxation,” Goro suggestively replied, hiding a devious smirk.

“Is that right…” Layla muttered. “You’re massages must be really good then.”

“Hm, ‘good’ is an understatement. Once we done here, I surely will have you coming back for more. Guarantee!” Goro confidently declared. Layla couldn’t help but smirk at the old man’s confidence. From what she witnessed, he had some evidence to back his talk.

“I hope you’re right, Mr. Tanaka. I’ve been going through a lot of stress lately,” Layla playfully replied. Goro just grinned and nodded.

“So, are you ready for session? I just finish up our room,” he inquired a thick Japanese accent.

Layla slowly nodded. “Yes. I’m ready,” she stated, trying to keep a composed voice.

“Mhm, good! But first, payment,” Goro said, handing Layla a tablet. “So, you'll be taking the full service, yes?” Layla simply nodded. Goro stood closely next to her as she reviewed the payment, the sweet fragrance wafting from her causing him to feel all hot and riled up.

Layla flinched as she felt a hand on her lower hip. Instead of being repulsed, she shot Goro a small, suggestive side glance without him noticing. Her lack of objection emboldened him, and he let his hand drift further down her hip, coming as close to her ass as possible without crossing any boundaries.

“Woah, a hundred dollars?” Layla exclaimed in a hushed tone. “That seems like a lot.” Goro shook his head.

“Trust me, this service will be very worth it. I guarantee,” he confidently hinted.

“Hm, okay. I do like to support small businesses anyway,” she nodded, continuing to play coy. With a subtle smile, she hovered her phone over the tablet, finalizing the payment. Goro hummed happily, satisfied that the transaction was completed.

Releasing his grasp on Layla, Goro promptly strode over to the front door and locked it, ensuring their ultimate privacy. “Ah, let’s get started, shall we? Allow me to show you way,” he instructed, coming back to Layla and resuming his more-than-friendly hold on her lower hip. As he guided her to the beaded entrance, Layla couldn’t help but bite her lip from the excitement and thrill of the situation. She could feel the old man subtly squeeze and knead her flesh with his bony right hand.

Once through the beads, Goro took a left and led Layla to a door at the end of the hall, all while keeping his lecherous hand on the alluring brunette. Once at the door, he promptly opened it for Layla, allowing her to enter first before following himself, and locking the door behind him.

Inside, Layla observed her surroundings. The room was only lit up by a few dim lamps and several candles, giving it a nice sensual-looking atmosphere. “Huh, how romantic…” she muttered as the fragrance of strong aromatics filled her nostrils.

At the center of the room lay a rather sizable futon, big enough for two people to comfortably lie on. Layla just smirked knowingly, wondering why that might be. Turning to Goro, she looked at him for instructions.

“So, you can put things in the cubbies over there,” Goro instructed, gesturing to a designated area. “Then, you can undress in that area,” he added, pointing to a small space enclosed by a curtain. Nodding, Layla stowed her belongings and headed to the changing area. However, before she could proceed, Goro clarified, “Make sure to take off all your clothes.”

Layla hid a knowing smirk, fully prepared for this scenario. “Even my underwear?” she inquired, feigning a concerned tone.

Goro grinned and nodded. "Yes, everything. We want to ensure you get the full experience, yes?" Layla pretended to contemplate what he said, giving a nod before stepping into the changing area and shutting the curtain behind her.

As she stripped herself of her clothing, Layla couldn't help but feel the buzz of arousal fizzing through her body. It was like being in some sort of vivid wet dream, although her fantasy involved an old Japanese man instead of a young, handsome stud. But Goro had all the features that mattered for all she cared.

Once fully nude, Layla carefully folded her clothes and placed them on the nearby counter. Her amber eyes widened to see that her panties were moist with her juices. She hadn’t realized that she was wet this entire time. Slowly shaking her head, she quietly muttered, “Ugh, I’m such a naughty girl…” Before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body.

Cocking her brow, Layla noticed how small the towel was. It barely even went down her legs, feeling akin to a very short dress that showcased her long, toned legs for the world to see. Letting out a knowing smile, she was sure that this was intentional on Goro’s part. “You dirty old man,” she playfully mumbled.

Pulling away the curtain, Layla stepped out. The scene before her caused her eyes to widen and gasp in surprise. In front of her stood Goro, only wearing a white loincloth. Layla observed the white triangular cloth that concealed his crotch and the thin strings that wrapped around his skinny waist.

“Mr. Tanaka?” Layla exclaimed, half-heartedly covering her eyes with one hand while peering at his crotch through her splayed fingers. “What are you wearing?” Goro smirked as he confidently braced his hands on his hips.

“Hm, this? This is Japanese loincloth,” he explained. Layla stood frozen, unable to utter a word as she continued to observe his basically naked body. He was just so old, wrinkly, and skinny. She wondered how this man could be so virile and full of vigor!

“And may I ask why you must be wearing that?” Layla urgently questioned. She was supposed to be acting coy and clueless, but now, she was genuinely surprised.

“Ah, a Japanese tradition. Enhances experience,” Goro casually replied, still confidently standing there in his traditional loincloth. Layla just shook her head, trying to comprehend how that loincloth could enhance anything.

“You see,” Goro began, pointing at a nearby bowl full of oil. “We will being doing a Nuru massage. It is special massage that requires me to wear this since It going to be a little messy if I wear proper clothes. So this is practical.” Layla couldn’t help but connect the dots at the implications of what he meant by ‘messy’. But knowing what Goro was trying to do, she couldn’t help but feel excited and aroused having this old man feeling up her naked body with his wrinkly perverted hands. She fully expected that Goro would be more subtle with his gradual seduction of her. But based on what she saw with what he did with Ashlyn on her dinner table, she should have thought otherwise.

“Hm, okay…” Layla cautiously agreed. Goro offered a welcoming smile and motioned her to come lay down on the futon.

Doing as she was instructed, Layla approached the futon and carefully lowered herself down. “We will start with back first,” Goro informed. Nodding, Layla carefully laid herself flat on her stomach. She hummed comfortably feeling the softness of the futon.

Turning her head to the side, Layla shifted a sneaky glance upward, meeting Goro's eyes as he knelt down on her right side. As hands reached for the towel, a rush of anticipation coursed through her. Beginning to tug at the fabric, Layla's heart raced, a mix of excitement and a lingering need to maintain the facade of her coy demeanor.

The feeling of her towel unfolding from behind her, Layla couldn’t help but feel flustered and aroused. All of her nude behind was now fully exposed for Goro to see. Seeing him lecherously lick his lips, a spark of aroused excitement swelled within her. She knew that she was staring at her smooth white skin, perfectly toned back, and voluptuous ass.

"Yeah, keep staring at me like that, you perverted old man," Layla playfully thought to herself, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Tanaka?” Layla coyly asked closing her eyes just enough so she could still monitor Goro. “And don’t I need a towel to cover my… you know?” she added, half-heartedly covering her nude ass with her hands.

Regaining his focus, Goro shook his head and reassured, "No problem, no problem, just getting things ready. And don’t worry about that. Towel will only get in way." He reached for the bowl of oil nearby, and as he did, Layla's gaze involuntarily lingered on his proximity, particularly his crotch, which was now almost at eye level.

She could make out the imprint of his large Japanese sausage. She bit her lip and involuntarily clenched her loins remembering what that sausage could do. “Ready?” Goro asked. Lowering her hands from her ass, Layla held back an eager grin and just nodded in agreement.

The sensation of warm oil cascading onto her back, akin to honey, elicited a contented hum from Layla. Goro meticulously covered every inch of her bare back, from the graceful curve of her shoulders down to the heels of her feet.

The unexpected touch of Goro's aged hands against her skin elicited a gasp from Layla. An electric current of aroused anticipation coursed through her body, surprising her with the strength in his hands. Goro commenced a slow and deliberate massage, starting from her shoulders and gradually working his way down.

His bony fingers skillfully pressed and kneaded at her muscles, causing her oily white skin to glisten in the ambient light. Layla found herself surrendering to the old man's touch, the initial purpose of her visit fading from her thoughts. This tantalizing experience served as a mere preview of what lay ahead, leaving her eager for what awaited her.

Layla's heart pounded as she sensed Goro's hands descend to her lower back. The skillful pressure of his thumbs tracing down the center of her lower back, all the way to her tailbone, sent an electric shock of arousal coursing through her spine. The proximity of his touch to her ass heightened the intensity, creating a sense of dangerous intimacy that left Layla both breathless and intrigued.

"So, you a working woman?" Goro casually inquired, his hands continuing their expert massage. Layla, momentarily distracted by the pleasure of his touch, took a moment to process the question.

"Wha- oh, I’m a real estate agent…" Layla groaned, succumbing to the soothing sensations Goro was providing.

"Oh, real estate! Very good, very good," he happily replied in his thick Asian accent.

"So, you marry?" Goro continued, his experienced hands tracing up her back once more, coaxing a small moan from Layla.

"Me, uh… Yeah, I’m married," Layla struggled to convey, a hint of irritation crossing her features as thoughts of her less-than-desirable marriage to John surfaced. Goro grinned deviously upon learning that the alluring brunette was indeed a married woman.

Goro fell silent for a few moments, the rhythmic massage persisting. Layla, immersed in total bliss, couldn't help but ponder the peculiar choice of Goro's attire – the strange loincloth that seemed out of place for what felt like a conventional massage. Just as her curiosity peaked, she felt the old man reposition himself, mounting behind her and essentially settling down on her soft buttocks, a surprising and unexpected turn in the session.

"Eep! Mr. Tanaka??" Layla gasped, genuine surprise written across her face as she turned to look at him. Her amber eyes widened at the sight of the skinny old man comfortably settling on her ass like a soft cushion. A mix of embarrassment and arousal coursed through her body, causing her cheeks to flush deeply.

"Shh, this is part of massage, just relax, just relax," Goro hushed, leaning forward and gently pushing her head back down. However, in the process, she could feel his crotch pressing and pushing up against her ass. A fluttering sensation churned in her stomach as she became aware of the unmistakable outline of his manhood.

She felt his old skinny torso lie against her nude oily back. Layla felt goosebumps feeling how loose and wrinkly his skin was. Slowly, he began to slide himself up and down. She groaned feeling the weight of his body bear down on her as she continued to slide around. “What are you doing??” Layla inquired, her voice sounding a bit amused by his unorthodox technique.