I first met “
Mandy
” in 2021, during covid times, at a massage shop in Beach Road. She was described by a bro in the (SBF) forum as a petite, professionally trained masseur who’s quite a looker and provided a mean HJ too. He shared the shop’s number with me.
I had hardly warmed the seat at the shop’s tiny reception area when I heard footsteps descending from a flight of steps nearby. Mandy popped her head out from behind the curtains, looked at me (it was just me and the receptionist there) and blurted out cheerfully “gen wo lai!” (follow me!).
Brushing past the curtain, I was three to four steps behind Mandy as we climbed upstairs. Naturally, I was looking at her behind. Her black yoga pants nicely outlined her bouncy butt, and her cropped t-shirt alluded to a slim waist. I was also trying to work out if she wore panties since there was no VPL (visible panty line).
It appeared I was the only customer on a weekday night. Stepping back to the room after showering, Mandy had removed her mask.
Mandy: “Ke yi ma?” (can be translated colloquially as “can or not?”)
I reckoned there were two possible answers to her one simple question, so I went -
Me: Ke yi ah! (Yes, of course!). In Chinese, I elaborated that you are so beautiful, it’s a shame to be masked-up. But only if you are comfortable not wearing a mask (I had already removed my mask in the room before showering). I hoped I had responded well - yes, she’s pretty; and yes, mask off is OK with me - if those were the question(s) for me!
As it turned out, Mandy was a seriously good masseur. She’s also a talker, which was fine with me as I found her quite entertaining. She lamented that she had so few customers these days, she just wants to talk if the customer did not mind. When I found out she is from southern China, we communicated in the Cantonese dialect, which she said “made her feel closer to me”. She does not tease directly, but has a way with words and little gestures. And she sings too. All-in-all, she’s good at her work, cheerful and entertaining, to my liking.
Then it was time for the sexy part. She ripped off the disposal shorts and triumphantly declared “I knew it was big!” in Cantonese, staring down at my erected cock. “And greedy!" (“wai sek" in Cantonese) as she wiped off my pre-cum (salivation) with a tissue. I played along, emphasizing I’m indeed a greedy person, insinuating I may need more than a HJ.
Mandy applied a general dose of oil on my shaft and began massaging my cock. I pulled her nearer to me and swiftly unbuckled her bra.
You’re really troublesome (“ma fan” in Cantonese, same as in Mandarin), she let out. Take it off properly then, she commanded. I happily pulled down her strapless bra and placed it in the little remaining space on the massage bed.
Mandy then moved closer to my ear and whispered “such a big log” (roughly translating from “hou dai lok” in Cantonese). I sat up, rolled up her tiny t-shirt and sank my mouth into her breast, licking and sucking her neat 34B’s. She had nice skin, fair complexioned and small, light brown nipples. She moved her body so I could also taste her other breast. As I devoured her tits, she handled my tool expertly, accelerating her hand movements and then decelerating just a notch before accelerating again, in repeated cycles. Soon, my sperm was all over my stomach as she exclaimed “gao tim” (“done” in Cantonese).
I visited Mandy roughly every fortnight at the shop. Due to work arrangements (I was working on a U.S. led project then), my visits were often scheduled from 12 midnight, after dealing with the U.S. office morning their time. Mandy was fine with it because business was really slow and that she actually slept at the shop. I would text her when I’m about 20m from the shop, and she would unlock the door (in the dark) to let me in. It felt very hush hush as the whole place (shop) was dark… she used her phone’s torch light to lead the way…
I visited Mandy roughly every fortnight at the shop. Due to work arrangements (I was working on a U.S. led project then), my visits were often scheduled from 12 midnight, after dealing with the U.S. office morning their time. Mandy was fine with it because business was really slow and that she actually slept at the shop. I would text her when I’m about 20m from the shop, and she would unlock the door (in the dark) to let me in. It felt very hush hush as the whole place (shop) was dark… she used her phone’s torch light to lead the way…
Even on nights where I did not have to work late, I would still meet Mandy at midnight. For her, normal shop hours were for other regulars and walk-in customers (though both were few she claimed); my midnight visits will not “clash” with her other schedules. And conveniently, she slept in the shop, so she’s “always there”. It was good for me in a few ways, too. Starting with privacy - I don’t run into anyone else at the shop; my drive to and from the shop was a breeze; and after the session, my physical and mental state naturally flowed into a good night’s sleep. Furthermore, both Mandy and I are night owls.
I was pleased that Mandy’s massage was really decent. Despite her small build (she’s probably around 1.55m and 45kg), she packed a punch. Her fingers and elbows working on my body (in a non-sexy way) were truly commendable. It was a “great total package” – professional massage skills, an attractive young lady with a likeable persona, and a sexually satisfying finish (via HJ) at the end. I should add that the rooms and towels were clean, and the ambience was soothing. I always get the same corner room furthest away from the bathroom, essentially no one walks past that room (not that there was any other customers).
Mandy and I warmed up quickly and easily, mainly because we communicated in Cantonese (her preference) and I matched her wits (without wanting to “out-wit” her). From our second meeting, she stopped offering me the disposable shorts. We went about our session in a quiet way; aside from being civil, Mandy told me another colleague (ML) slept in the shop, and her colleague was aware Mandy’s late-night customer.
I always showered at home before heading straight to the shop, but I would still have a quick wash at the shop; psychologically for Mandy, I’ve washed up, and I carry my own mouth rinse, always smelling fresh (important for a smoker). Back in the room from my quick shower, Mandy’s routine was she served a small cup of warm Chinese tea, removed the towel from my waist and wiped off drops of water on my back. I normally don’t have a hard-on at that point, but my cock was never flaccid; my brain was (is) wired to anticipate events in the coming time frame and the penis adopts a standby mode i.e. in a semi-alert posture.
Also from our second meeting, Mandy was braless. But she always wore tights/yoga pants. Our conversations were light-hearted and sometimes filled with sexual innuendos, as opposed to crass dirty talk. One time, she said she’s working so hard, even her heart was beating fast. I intentionally grabbed her right breast, and she chided me for not knowing the heart was on the left side, which led me to grab her left breast. Another time, she said the air-conditioning was not turned up because she was concerned I might feel cold (since I was the one stark naked), and that her perspiration was making her panties wet. I offered to undress her - she declined saying “she was not that kind of woman”.
When it was time for sensual, Mandy would “create an excuse” so I could remove her top (she always wore a t-shirt). On excuse was “make sure you don’t spray/ejaculate on my shirt”, so I assured her it won’t happen by removing her top. Another one was “this shirt is really getting in the way of my work” and I would resolve it by taking it off.
After the first meeting, sensual time was always topless with Mandy. Mindful that it was still covid time, we never made face-to-face contact. But she had no qualms licking my nipples, and allowed me to lick hers too. I also progressed to rubbing her pussy from outside though the pants never came off.
My fortnightly midnight visits to Mandy went on for nearly three months. I did not get bored of her because she was a good masseur and was always entertaining. The sensual part was similar but not exactly the same, with variations as she expanded her repertoire in making me come. When you have a topless babe oiling your tool after a wonderful massage, and your hands are all over her, it’s difficult to dislike it.
I only stopped visiting Mandy because she stopped working. Apparently, she fell out with the boss and would move to another shop. I thought it would be a week or two before she was back at work at another shop, but it was not the case.
And in the last session with Mandy before she stopped working, she went topless just before the massage started. It was the first time she did that. I know it’s past midnight and no one else was in the shop (except for her colleague sleeping downstairs), still, it took me by surprise. I remember it vividly.
I was “face down” (looking on the floor through the donut/hole of the massage bed) when I sensed the lights were dimmed further, darker than usual. I heard a slight movement, like someone placing an item on the wall hook (next to my clothes). Obviously, I got up to ensure that my belongings were not compromised – and there was Mandy, in the darkened room, topless and applying oil on her breasts. My cock sprang up instantaneously. Perhaps Mandy saw the silhouette of my throbbing dick. She walked towards me as I sat semi-frozen on the massage bed…
Lie down, Mandy said. I did as was told and in a moment, I could feel her breasts sliding across my back. She applied more oil on my back and I felt her breasts sliding from my back down to my buttocks and then my legs. Mandy then started massaging me. I was a little uncomfortable as my hard-on pressed against the towel on the massage bed.
After a comprehensive back massage, I turned over and rested my head on the pillow that Mandy had prepared. Her upper body glittered in the limited lighting in the room, the oil having been evenly spread across her chest. I let Mandy work on my hands, my stomach, my legs, and I never attempted to touch her while she was working on me, but we were chatting intermittently.
New approach, she chuckled. It’s only for customers I like and visit me regularly, she qualified about her earlier comment. And you should not tell anyone, because only I decide who qualifies, she continued. In my mind, it was like a “loyalty program”, not dissimilar to being an airline customer. The more you fly (preferably in premium class), the better your rewards and personalized services rendered to you. I cannot remember exactly how many times I had visited Mandy before “qualifying” for this treatment, but I would guess five or six times over three months.
You are officially my VIP customer, she said. If you stop coming regularly, you will lose your VIP status, she added. I asked Mandy what else is available, like is there a VVIP grade, and what other services. She looked at me, for once stumped at my question. But she recovered quickly. That’s it, she announced. No VVIP, just VIP. And I can downgrade you, she reminded me. One thing about Mandy, she likes to have the last say. But I was fine with it.
Can I remove your (yoga) pants, I asked her, pushing my luck. She came closer to my face, but still maintaining a small distance (covid time, remember). For you, OK, but you cannot touch my pussy. I sat up and removed her pants, slowly, making sure her panties were not affected.
It was the first time that I was seeing Mandy just in her panties. I was delighted with it, and wished that the lights were slightly brighter, and if only she was 5 to 10cm taller, it would have been near perfect. But I kept my thoughts to myself, already grateful for what’s in front of me.
Mandy serenaded my thick, hard and long cock with her little hands as my hands were stained with oil playing with her breasts. I kept my word and did not touch her pussy. I did not know that it was the last time I would see Mandy at the shop.