I've had an experience where I was touched inappropriately.
It happened a while ago, a 30-minute session was extended to two hours, and various things were done to me.
It was a regular massage parlor located on a main street in an upscale residential area.
The exterior was inviting, making it easy to walk in.
I went there on a whim after work.
But the moment I entered, I felt something was off.
First, the interior was completely hidden from view by curtains.
When I cautiously entered, I found a male masseur working alone.
I felt a bit scared, but since I had already entered, I decided to go ahead.
I often visit massage parlors, but this one was more of a chiropractic place.
Classical music was playing, but the place felt deserted.
I needed to use the restroom, so I asked, "May I use the restroom?" and was guided to the back, where I felt a bit uneasy.
As soon as I came out of the restroom, the massage began.
I had a bad feeling, but at first, it was a normal massage, and I thought he was quite skilled, so I relaxed.
We had small talk like, "You seem tense," and "Really?"
Sometimes, I felt his hands on my back intentionally brushing against my sides or chest, but I thought it was common and found the sensation pleasant.
In hindsight, my attitude might have been a mistake.
He started massaging my lower body.
Gradually, he moved from the bottom up.
It felt more like caressing than massaging.
His hands lingered on my buttocks.
It was clearly inappropriate.
He touched me with a light, almost teasing touch.
He spent an unusually long time on my buttocks.
Being sensitive, I quickly reacted, writhing my body.
Seeing this, the masseur reached for my inner thighs.
Again, it was a subtle touch, going back and forth.
I was lying face down, occasionally letting out sighs.
I tried to move my hips away from his hands, but it was futile.
He continued to caress my thighs while occasionally gripping my buttocks firmly.
My body heated up, and my breathing became heavy as he turned me over.
He placed a towel over my face.
At this point, I still thought it was just my imagination and enjoyed the pleasure he was giving me.
I thought he couldn't go any further.
He started caressing my chest.
He drew circles from my collarbone to just below my chest.
His thumb occasionally brushed my nipples.
I couldn't help but turn my face away with a "Mmm..."
Then he started caressing the center of my chest.
He was clearly targeting my nipples.
The masseur said, "Haa... Haa. It seems like you're tense here."
I thought it was dangerous and tried to sit up, but he held me down and continued touching my chest.
I felt his breath on my face, which was unpleasant, but my body couldn't lie, and my hips started moving lewdly.
I couldn't suppress my voice.
I desperately tried not to feel anything, but it was completely useless.
The masseur boldly massaged my chest while touching my lower body with one hand.
"Haa... Mmm, ahh. No..."
I couldn't hold back my voice anymore.
The masseur spread my legs and started vibrating my pubic bone with his palm.
"Haa... Ahhh. No... Haa"
Being easily aroused, I just wanted to feel good.
I was filled with the desire to be touched.
The towel on my face slipped halfway, but I kept my eyes closed in embarrassment.
It was no longer a massage, just caressing.
I didn't want it to end.
Just then, the phone rang.
He paused.
I felt frustrated.
"Hello. Yes. It'll take about another hour... Yes, thank you."
I realized that the 30 minutes had long passed.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but I thought I still had another hour... as I was lost in thought, the masseur hung up the phone and resumed the massage.
For a moment, I regained my senses, but as soon as he started touching me, I couldn't think of anything else.
He caressed both sides of my clitoris from my pubic bone.
Before I knew it, one hand slipped inside my clothes, massaging over my bra.
(Mmm... Haa. Mmm. Haa, no...)
When my sexual desire peaked, he stopped touching me and stood by my head, playing with my ears.
My ears are very sensitive, and I twisted my body.
Being teased while on the verge of climax drove me crazy.
I felt something hard from the masseur against my head.
He placed the towel back over my face, darkening my vision.
The next moment, he pulled up my sweater and took out my breasts from my bra.
I was startled and tried to pull my sweater down, but he blocked my hands and started licking my nipples.
(No... Ah. Mmm. I can't help but moan! Ahhh)
My clitoris throbbed, and I couldn't suppress my voice anymore.
He licked my nipples thoroughly.
I was so wet down there that I could feel it myself.
(Ahh. Haa. Mmm, no...)
The masseur reached for my lower body again.
This time, he directly pressed his fingers against my clitoris.
My back arched, and I grabbed the bed to suppress my voice.
(Mmm... Ahhh)
Seeing this, the masseur started rubbing my clitoris as if crushing it.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Being easily aroused, I couldn't hold back after being teased for so long.
The masseur's hand moved continuously, and he kept licking my nipples.
He seemed to have realized my ears were sensitive and started touching them too.
(Ah... Ahh... Mmm. No... I can't)
I was nearing climax.
His fingers moved faster.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
The moment he sucked my nipples...
"Mmm... Mmm. Ahhh"
My whole body started convulsing violently.
I couldn't suppress my voice anymore.
I clenched my teeth.
I tried to control my convulsing body.
I didn't want him to know I had climaxed.
"Mmm. Ahhh... No... I can't"
The masseur kept moving his fingers.
"No more... Ah. Ah, mmm..."
For the first time, I blocked his hand.
If he touched me any more, I would go crazy.
The masseur asked excitedly, "Haa... Haa. Did you climax?"
I turned my face away in embarrassment.
The masseur, looking satisfied, started playing with my nipples again.
I shuddered.
I couldn't take any more caressing on my still convulsing body.
"No more... Ah... Mmm"
I forcibly pulled down my sweater.
The masseur reluctantly continued to massage my chest, but I shook my head desperately.
"Do you still want to climax?"
I shook my head at the masseur whispering in my ear.
He tried various things to make my still heated body feel again, but seeing my desperate resistance, he seemed to give up.
After that, he finally started a normal massage.
I felt ashamed of climaxing in a massage parlor in the middle of the city, and I tensed my body to avoid reacting to his touch, waiting for time to pass.
Sensing this, he quickly finished, saying, "Alright, we're done."
I didn't want to open my eyes, but I had no choice but to get up and open them.
The masseur was fidgeting with his back turned, so I took the opportunity to straighten my clothes.
Two hours had passed, but he only charged me for 30 minutes, so I paid and left the massage parlor.
I felt very embarrassed, but when I touched myself down there, I was wetter than ever before.
Thank you for reading this long story.
There's more to this story, as I ended up visiting that masseur again.
I'll share it next time.
