VIP Foot Massage 1 – The Introduction

VIP Foot Massage 1 – The Introduction

Wayne and his wife wanted a foot massage. They found the perfect place that satisfied all their needs.

Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is 16 years old or older. Sometimes in real life people lie about their age. In the same manner, these story characters may lie about their age, stating that they are younger than 16. But I am stating here and now, as the author of this story, that every single character is at least 16 years old. Any reference to an age younger than 16 is a lie, stated by the character or narrator of the story in an attempt to shock the reader. But do not believe them. It is not true. They are really 16 years old or older. Believe me. I know. I wrote the story.


“All I see on my phone is this VIP Foot Massage,” I said to Andrea, my wife.

“The ad looks a bit sleazy,” she replied. “But right now my feet hurt so bad I would take anybody. I’m calling them.”

She did too. A minute later she said, “We’re heading over there. I think he said they can take us. He didn’t speak much English, just kept saying Yes, Yes, Yes.”

“Hmmm, sounds like you in bed,” I joked.

“Oh stop it Wayne,” she scolded me. The truth was we actually hadn’t had sex a whole lot lately.

We got there to VIP Foot Massage in a few minutes. There was a guy outside smoking. We went on in as he held the door and then followed us in. A woman met us inside and had us sit in these large comfortable recliner chairs right there in the main entry room.

The man and woman were oriental of some sort and didn’t speak really good English, she better than him though. Andrea ended up with the man and I got the woman to massage us. Thank goodness because I didn’t want some guy putting his hands all over me. But having a woman do it is a turn on for me.

After 15 minutes of soaking our feet the massages began. They had us lean back in the recliner chairs and just relax while they did their work on our feet for the next hour.

It really was very good. I didn’t get her name but the lady giving me my massage gave me a quick work up of my lower legs right at the end. Then when my wife was getting up from her chair and putting her shoes on the lady ran her hands up and down my upper legs a few times. I’m sure the lady knew my wife was busy with her shoes and not looking. Her fingers ran across my inner thighs. I looked at her and it appeared as if she was staring directly into my eyes, like she was watching for my reaction. It was so quick that I’m sure my wife didn’t notice. I didn’t tell her either. The lady gave me a smile and then stood up, indicating we were done.

The massages were only $30.00 each for an hour. I gave her a twenty dollar tip. She thanked me and said loud enough for my wife to hear, “You come again.” At that price we could come every day and our bank account wouldn’t even notice. We don’t really go out or do much, so with both of us working we have quite a nice bank roll.

“We will, thank you,” I told her. My wife turned and started walking out.

Then the lady placed her hand on mine that was resting on the counter and quietly said to me, “You come for me, OK?”

I stared at her for a moment and daydreamed. Her broken English made me think of how I would love to cum for her. She broke my fantasy when she handed me a punch card.

“Ten massages and you get one free,” she announced loudly, giving me a card with two punches in it already.

“That was really good, Wayne,” my wife told me as we left. “I would totally come back here.”

“You crack me up Andrea,” I began. “An hour ago you wouldn’t have stepped into any Asian massage parlor. Now you think they’re the greatest.”

“Well this foot one is anyway,” she explained. “I still don’t like the thought of an Asian body massage. All they want is for you to buy sex.”

“You do realize VIP foot massage offers a body massage too,” I pointed out.

“Well it’s not their main focus,” she countered. “It’s just a side thing and I think these people have proven themselves as being on the up and up.”

I chuckled to myself thinking about the quick thigh teasing I got from my lady masseuse. If Andrea only knew what I was daydreaming about. I had already planned on coming back, but this time by myself. I wanted to find out if it was all my imagination or what. She did ask me to come back and ask for her.

It didn’t work out that I came back to VIP alone. My wife Andrea liked the foot massage so much she insisted on us both going again the following weekend. This time they were a bit busy. They had rearranged the chairs so that they were all set at a slight angle.