The hotel in Tokyo advertised body massages in guest rooms. After a fourteen hour flight from the US and two more hours of baggage claim, a bus ride to the hotel and another half an hour checking into my room, the sight of a brochure in my room advertising massages was just what I needed. I did not eat dinner. All I wanted was to go to sleep. Yet, I picked up the phone, dialed the extension written on the brochure and ordered a massage.
I took a shower and a few minutes later there was a knock on the door. I wrapped a towel around my waste and opened the door. A woman, dressed in a white cotton robe, appeared in front of me. She might have weighed 250 lbs, or more. It didn't really matter to me how much she weighed or what she looked like, but I would have been a little pleased had she been 5 foot tall and 90 lbs. But this was the case.
She pointed towards the bed and I understood. I lied on my back and the massage began. I used my towel to cover my genitals but she didn't car. She removed the towel and began massaging, starting with my feet. She was terrific. She squeezed every ounce of tightness out of my body. Forty-five minutes later she finished. I covered myself again with my towel, stood up, got my wallet and paid the woman. She smiled and thanked me, in Japanese. Then she handed me a business card that said, "Tokyo Bath House for Men and Women." On the card was an illustration of the Bath House, showing hot-tubs, small pools, saunas and massage tables. It also displayed two gorgeous women giving massages. Then, in excellent English, she said, "Go there, you will really enjoy it." She then smiled and winked at me. "Good-bye," she said. I paid her and she left.
Three days later, after difficult days of business meetings, I decided to try the Tokyo Bath House for a much deserved relaxation. I called for an appointment for that afternoon at six o'clock. But before that, I telephoned Althea, one of my colleagues, who I thought might be interested in a relaxing evening. Althea was a good friend, had been with my company for several years, was a very beautiful African-American woman, tall and slim. Out relationship was strictly business. She was married and she, her husband and my wife had been together many times. Althea thought my idea was good and decided to join me. I called the bath house, was happy they spoke English, and made a reservation for Althea and me. We then met in the lobby thirty minutes before our appointment. The doorman took the business card of the bath house which I got from the massage lady, gave it to the taxi driver, and then handed me two business cards of the hotel so I could hand it to the taxi driver who would take us back to the hotel. Tokyo taxi drivers did not speak English. Only Japanese business cards would get one back to the hotel.
We arrived at the bath house in fifteen minutes. I paid the driver and we entered the Tokyo Bath House after a doorman opened its door. We found ourselves in the lobby; saw expensive furniture and comfortable leather chairs and sofas. We proceeded to the reception desk and I announced out arrival.
"Good evening," said the man receptionist. He handed me a bill for two people, rang a bell and within one minute a man appeared who motioned with his arms to follow him. We did.
Althea followed the man and I followed Althea. We walked through a hallway that had steel doors on the each side, each door had a number, and I must have seen five doors on each side of the hallway. We stopped at number 6. The man opened the door for us to enter. I stepped back, assuming this room was for Althea, but the man indicated that the room was for both of us. Being in a foreign country and not knowing its customs, especially those of bath houses, we both entered.
A man and a woman welcomed us. There were four lockers on one wall. Looking around, we saw four massage tables, several self standing bath tubs, two areas with an array of showers, wooden stools, wooden buckets of water, more wooden stools and other items difficult to describe. Althea and I stood next to each other, taking in the entire scene of our room. The woman led me to my locker, opened it and indicated with sign language to put my valuables in the locker. The man did the same with Althea.
"What is going to happen here," asked Althea.
"I don't really know, but this looks like a massage room and a bath of some kind," I replied.
The woman attendant then started to remove my jacket. I tried to help her, but she insisted that she was going to do that. She then proceeded to take off my tie, shirt, and then started to unbuckle my belt. Whenever I tried to do this myself, she stopped me and continued to take off all my clothes.
Before I could think straight as to what was happening, I quickly turned towards Althea. There she was, this beautiful black woman, standing topless, in her panties, barefoot. She was gorgeous, 5'8", with firm breasts, nipples erect pointing straight ahead. She looked at me, shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "I don't know what's going to happen here, but we are here and I'm not leaving." As soon as she said that, the man slowly pulled her panties down, and lo and behold, there was Althea in the nude. Her pussy hair, solid black, was in the shape of a V, shaved to perfection. I wondered why she did that. My woman slid my jockey shorts off me, and, yes, I also stood there in the nude. Looking at Althea standing naked and totally relaxed gave me a sudden desire, but I worked hard in my mind not to get my cock erect.
Now that we were both naked, the man took off his trousers and shirt. He was wearing white gym shorts and kept them on. My woman stood in front of me in a white tank top and white gym shorts. They both led us to our respective wooden stools, about fifteen feet apart and motioned us to sit down. The stools did not have a back, so we could not lean back to rest. The floor of the bath area was tiled, as were the walls and ceiling. There were several drains near the showers, all attached to long hoses. I saw all kinds of sponges, loofahs and wash clothes laid out on a small table.
My woman turned on the water, tested it for temperature and showered my entire body, and with a soap filled sponge started to scrub me starting at my shoulders. Her tank top became wet and her erect nipple pushed against the fabric. It looked good. I felt fantastic. I looked over to Althea who was getting the same treatment from her man. We both closed our eyes and felt the pleasure of being washed and bathed. The stools we were sitting on swiveled, and once in a while Althea and I would be facing each other. The process was slow, our attendants worked slowly and meticulously. My entire upper body was now cleansed and I felt the sponge lowering itself to my thighs. I was becoming curious what would happen when the gal would reach my cock area. I thought of Althea and took a peak. She was also finished with her upper body and her guy started on her lower side. Then my gal dropped the loofah and continued with her hands. She got inside of my thighs and touched my balls. She then placed her hand under my balls and with her finger nails tickled me. What a wonderful feeling. She continued for awhile and guided her hand over my cock, started to wash it with soap and I became erect. She continued to wash my cock with one closed hand, pulling my cock that was about to explode, while I kept looking at Althea. She had her legs apart, her guy was washing her bush and I saw his hand slip underneath her and heard Althea groan. I assumed he touched her clit. Althea began pumping her pussy towards her guy's hand while the guy meticulously kept his finger inside her. Althea lifted her knees to her tits, exposing her pussy even more. The guy kept his finger inside Althea.
As if by count, both attendants ended their ritual. They rinsed the soap off our bodies by cue, following an obvious script. I never Cummed, but I think Althea did more than once. We were then asked to get up from our stools and follow our guides.
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