deux

I walk in the front door, and there's a little sitting room inside. There's a couple of couches that look like there were stolen from the Salvation Army drop site, with a pair of mis-matched end tables supporting dishes of hard candy. Between those is a heavy-looking door with a doorbell. Above the door is a very noticable camera. On the door is a two-item price list; half hour session $35, and hour session $60 (A LOT cheaper than my regular massuse). Simple enough. I ring the bell and wait. I can hear movement inside, but it seems like I'm standing there a long time.

Finally the door opens and there stands a rather attractive asian woman (if I had to guess, I'd say she was Korean... maybe Chinese) of about 40 years of age. She's barefoot, wearing a short blue dress, and a confused look on her face.

"We're not hiring," she says in remarkebly good English.

I tell her I'd like a massage. She literally looks me up and down and then says, "you sure?"

I say I'm sure, and she opens the door, letting me in. Now, the place is in what was obvioulsy a house at one time. And it looks like it was a decent place, too. It's still pretty well taken care of. The carpet's clean, there's no stains on the walls, etc. All the doors that I can see are closed, and it's nice n' warm inside.

"How long a massage you want," the woman asks me. I say I'd like a half hour, please. She says okay, I pay her, and she leads me around the corner to a room. It's very dimly lit inside the room, but actually seems fairly cozy. Against the far wall is a massage bed-type thing with a smallish white towel draped across the middle, and another white towel folded on top of that one. Against the adjoining wall is a rack of white towels, with bottles of baby oil and a small radio in the rack below them. A chair and end table are against the other wall, and a vanilla-scented candle is burning on top of the end table.

"Okay," she says to me, "you get undressed and lay down. I'll be right back."

"All the way undressed," I ask, just clarifying.

"Yeah, all the way if you want," she says, and walks out, closing the door behind her. I strip down to my bare butt, move the folded towel out of the way, and lay down. I lay there for about 2 or 3 minutes before she comes back. She turns on the little radio, uses the folded towel to cover up my butt, and then asks me what kind of massage I want. I ask her what kinds are offered and she says Swedish, Deep, and Pressure Point. I tell her I'd like Swedish, and she steps up and starts on my shoulders.

She's got very soft hands and a great touch. There were only a couple of times during the whole massage that she got my ticklish spots. It's very, very relaxing. She works her way on to my arms, stretching them away from my sides and running her fingertips all up and down them. The whole time she's been making pleasant small talk with me; asking me my name, if I live close by, what I do, etc. I find out her name is Youn Ha (prounounced YO-nah... anyone know which nationality this name is?) and she owns the place and she's been giving massages for about 5 years. She really seems like a nice person, and I have to be honest, I'm really enjoying the massage and her company.

She works her way down to my lower back and sides. On the way down, her fingers slide along the sides of my breasts. She asks, "is it okay if I massage there?" I tell her that's fine, I kind of like it, and we both giggle. After a while she woves down to my feet (this is where it got ticklish), and works her way back up my legs and lower thighs. She spreads my legs apart a little, and then runs her fingertips all up my thighs, even dipping along the inner thighs. The whole time I'm "mmmmm"-ing, and she stays in that area for quite a while, and every once in a while, her thumbs brush against the cheeks of my butt.

Then she says something that I couldn't hear, and pulls the towel off my butt. She starts massaging it, running her fingertips all over it. Think what you will about me, but I couldn't help it; I moaned. She definatley knew what she was doing. Her touch kept going lower and lower and before too long, she was brushing against my pussy.

Then she said, "okay, flip over!" So I flopped over onto my back. It was weird because I really felt exposed and almost a little dirty all of a sudden. And not in a good way. But she started on my shoulders again very quickly, and the feeling passed. She worked her hands down to my upper chest and commented on how much she liked my nipple rings. I told her they hurt like crazy, but were worth it. She asked if she could "do" my breasts, and I said she could do whatever area she liked, and we both giggled again.

So she does my breasts, my stomach, then skips my middle again and goes down to my feet. She works her way up again, and runs her hands right up my sides, just barely grazing my mound. She does this a lot, running her fingertips so close around that area, then moving on. I can't help but get turned on. I'm "mmmmmmmm"-ing pretty loudly now.

She asks me if I'm in Law Enforcement, or in any way associated with Law Enforcement. I say no, she asks if I want "anything more" I say, "like what?"

"I can rub you off if you like," she says.

I've never dealt with that kind of proposition before, and it was kinda shocking to hear the frankness in it for the first time. I ask how much, and she looks me over again before replying. Then she completely shocked me. She pulls her dress down, exposing her chest, grabs my hand and puts it right on her left breast, then reaches down and holds my left breast.

"You sure you're not a cop," she asks. I mumble out that I am not, and she says, "okay, for you only, $15. Guys cost a lot more, but I never have a girl in here before."

Lord help me, I took her up on it...

She stripped off her dress and climbed up on the table with me. I ask if I can touch her, too, and she says yes. She lays down next to me, both of us on our sides, in an faux 69. She runs just her fingertips up and down my outter lips...

3 small orgasms and one big one later...

Afterward, she actually helped me get dressed, then walked me to the door. She kissed me on the cheek and told me to come see her again, and ask for her by name. I really don't know that I ever will. I gotta admit that I feel a bit guilty at how weak-willed I was. But, screw it, it was fun.

There it is. My first experience with a professional sex worker. I feel really naughty, dirty, liberated and petty, all at once.

Thoughts? Opinions? Am I going to hell?