Asian Oil Massage
Located right at the entrance of Kabukicho, Tokyo’s famed red light district, I found Asian Relax. Above the entrance was a large, brightly lit sign that said, “Traditional Thai Massages – Welcome, Foreigner.” The sign peaked my interest, and I before I knew it, I found myself following the sign and walking upstairs to the second floor.I walked through the door and found myself in a small waiting room. The waiting room had a single black couch that could sit two people and a rectangular coffee table in front of it. When I entered the waiting room a salaryman was already sitting on the couch; he was being helped by the shop’s manager. With nowhere else to sit, I remained standing at the entrance, slipped off my shoes and put on a pair of slippers, and waited.
A few minutes later, the manager led the salaryman to the massage rooms and I sat down on the couch taking his place. On the coffee table in front of me was the menu of possible massage options, durations and their prices. The three types of massages available where regular, oil and powder.
When the manager returned, he immediately asked me, “English only?”
“Ok, ” he said. He pointed to the menu and asked, “Which one?”
I pointed to the oil massage for 90 minutes.
“Ok, ” he said. He then pulled out the money tray
I wanted to choose my masseuse, so I asked him, “Nomination onegaishimasu.” Nomination please.
He nodded, took out a book, and flipped it open. He then went through the pages and showed me the ladies currently available. Each girl had three or four pictures of her and they didn’t look obviously photoshopped, which was a promising sign. Judging by their photos, all the girls looked like they were in their mid to late twenties; they all looked attractive. I pointed at Minami and he nodded.
I placed 14, 500YEN on the money tray, stood up, and the manager led me to the massage rooms. The back room area consisted of long hallway with massage rooms on either side. There were six rooms. He led me to the first door on the left, pointed inside, and asked me to undress and put on the bathrobe, then closed the door behind me.
The massage room was larger than I had expected. Unlike other establishments I’ve visited, which separate rooms with flimsy cubicle walls, these rooms were real rooms. The room had a dimmed orange glow from the ceiling lights. A mat the size of a single cot was on the floor. Spanning the perimeter of the room, at the bottom of the walls, was a mirror about two feet tall. I would later realize that these mirrors were made for looking up your masseuse’s dress, a nice perk if you’re into that sort of thing.
I undressed, placing my clothes on the hangers provided, and changed into the white robe. After about five minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and Minami entered. She looked exactly like her picture. She was probably 32 or 33, had long black hair that almost went down to her waist, large eyes and a bright smile. She wore a pink miniskirt and matching top, which looked to be the establishment’s standard uniform. Taking a guess, I’d say she was no more than 160 cm (5’ 3”) tall. For my entire session, she maintained a playful and sweet demeanor; she didn’t seem tired or burnout.
Immediately after entering the room she greeted me in English. For the rest of my session we spoke in English; her English was good, obviously not fluent, but I could tell she was comfortable speaking English with me, which was a big bonus.
She sat down next to me and we made small talk: where I’m from, my work, age, how long I’ve been in Japan, etc. Besides the small the small talk, I remained pretty quiet for the rest of the massage. During the massage, about every fifteen minutes of so, Minami would ask me if everything felt good, or grab my cock and make a joke; if there’s one thing I should emphasize about Minami, it’s that she’s a playful jokester, and that’s something I loved about her.
After the small talk was over, she offered me something to drink, I asked for some water, she left and returned with a small glass. I took a few sips and then she asked to take off my bathrobe. She then instructed me sit up crossed legged. Standing behind me, she massaged my shoulders and neck, while we waited for the shower to become available.
Once the shower opened up, which you could hear from the room, Minami wrapped a towel around my waist, took my hand, and led me to the shower. Like her jokes, the shower was a playful experience. She washed my whole body from head to toes. Several times she grabbed my cock, which was erect, and said, “Ohh, ready, ready!” She even washed in between my ass, somewhat playfully and somewhat seriously.
After the shower, we returned to my room and I toweled off. Minami disappeared for a few minutes and returned wearing a new outfit; a lingerie baby slip that went just a few inches past her bottom – it looked good. From there she got straight to business and she told me to lie down face first.