Hye-Jin's Nuru Night - Sex Stories

Hye-Jin's Nuru Night

... Takahashi-san, CEO of a large clothing company. We met in his executive office overlooking the Imperial Palace, just the two of us, sitting across from each other. Takahashi-san tried his best not to stare at my legs which were sheathed in fine nylons, but every time I crossed my legs, the swish of the nylons seemed to torment him. The hem of my skirt crept up slowly and soon the dark tops of my stockings were peeking out. I flashed him by sitting with my legs slightly apart, giving Takahashi-san a clear view up my skirt, all the way to my sheer panties. I swear I saw sweat on his forehead as his hands stroked his thighs trying to displace his growing desire to pounce on me and run his hands up my legs. Thankfully, the meeting ended soon thereafter. Takahashi-san almost seemed relieved. After a full day of meetings, I was ready for some relaxation. Before heading home, however, I thought a nice massage would feel wonderful. A friend had mentioned a nice massage salon in Asakusa that I might enjoy. She didn’t tell me too much except that this salon had some unusual styles. One was called “nuru massage.” I had never heard of it, but it sounded interesting. The word, “nuru,” I learned, means to rub, especially with something slithery. I wondered what it would be like. A quick google search for “nuru massage” revealed countless websites with detailed descriptions of what promised to be very sensual and stimulating, to say the least. Video clips revealed the variety of special ...

... techniques used. My mind raced as I imaged all the possibilities. I called ahead to the salon and made an appointment for a two-hour session. It was only 15,000 yen, a good deal for two hours. I arrived at the Asahi Asian Therapy, upstairs in a small office building not far from Kaminarimon, a famous landmark in Asakusa. As I walked in, I was greeted by the okami-san, an older woman who first served me green tea as she asked some questions about what kind of massage I desired. I replied that I heard that “nuru” massage was one of their specialties. The woman replied, “Oh, yes. We are known in Tokyo for one of the best “nuru” massage services. I will be happy to ask our senior therapist to work on you. The “nuru” service will cost an additional 10,000 yen, if that’s okay.” It will, of course, include the full “work-up.” I said, “Sure, sounds like fun!” With that, I forked over 35,000 yen before I was led to a small room in the back. The old woman brought in my therapist, a hunky Japanese man, perhaps mid-twenties, almost six feet tall and good-looking. He looked like someone featured in a fireman’s calendar. “This is ‘Masaichi,’ ‘Masa’ for short. He will take care of you." “Pleased to meet you,” Masa said. "I will be your therapist today. And may I call you Hye-Min? That’s a nice Korean name.” I replied, “Nice to meet you also, Masa-san.” He looked stunningly handsome, dressed only in flimsy gym shorts and tight tank top. “Just call me ‘Masa,’ no need to be so formal. Here, ...