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Olangapo Massage School
by Olangapo Joe as told to Yellow Fever
(Asian, MFFF, Voy, Exhib, Mast.)
Summary: An ex-sailor and his mamasan GF train two young Filipinas in the
art of sensual massage.
Forward (by Yellow Fever)
I am going to be posting a six-part FICTIONAL story introducing the
character of Olangapo Joe. Olangapo Joe is not a very nice guy. In fact he
has a tattoo to remind him that "Nice Guys Finish Last".
He is a whole lot like the Zack Mayo character that Richard Gere played in
the 1982 film "An Officer and a Gentleman". He had the very same sort of
early life experiences that Zack Mayo did. Except Olangapo Joe never had the
benefit of meeting up with a gunnery sergeant like the one played by Lou
Gossett, Jr. So Olangapo Joe is a bit of a sharpie, always looking for an
angle, and is very much an abuse 'em and loose 'em lover.
I am hoping to have some real fun with him. In the works is a story about
how he managed to sexually exploit the Fall of Saigon.
This story was originally posted by on the Casual Nudity and Indian Outlaw
storyboards.
Enjoy.
Part I A - Introduction
I had finished my 20-year stint in the U.S. Navy at Subic Bay navy base in
the Philippines as an E-7 electronics technician. During my navy career I
had slowly earned master's degrees in both public administration and
software engineering at night school, fully paid for by Uncle Sam. Always a
careful planner, I worked things so that I kept my security clearance when I
retired. A friendly DOD sub-contractor installing a new computerized
payroll system for the local Filipino employees working at Subic Bay hired
me to work out some bugs that were allowing crooked supervisors to collect
the salaries of "ghost" employees. I would come cheaper than bringing over
an expert from the United States who, furthermore, might not be familiar
with the Navy's way of doing things. And with my Navy pension, commissary
and PX cards, ration card, and FPO privileges in addition to the salary that
I earned from the contractor, I was living a very comfortable lifestyle.
Plus I had some other clandestine sources of income, not to mention how
cheap everything in the P.I., was.
I was living off base on the local economy, living in my deceased father's
spacious wooden kampong-style house with modern plumbing in the outskirts of
Olangapo that I had grown up in, from the age of 12. If you are not
familiar with Olangapo it is a bustling city that had grown up outside of
Subic Bay to support the Filipino communities that daily works on base but
can not live there. It also provides a wide variety of legitimate and
not-so-legitimate entertainment facilities for off-duty Americans. My
father had also retired from the Navy in the Philippines. That's how I
happened to be raised up there.
My house was up on stilts to take advantage of the sea breezes and secluded
from the road so that no one could see in the windows. I arranged for
watchmen through the local police station to provide security. And to keep
them honest I got a German shepherd. So I was free to walk about the house
in the nude as I pleased without having to worry about offending the
neighbors.
I was by then in a more or less mutually exclusive (more so for her, less so
for me) relationship with Estralita, a mamasan who worked in one of the many
bars in Olangapo's red light district, just outside of the main gate of
Subic Bay Naval Base. It just happened to be the bar that I owned in my
Filapina step-mother's name for legal purposes. Estralita sat at the till
and looked after three or four dozen bar girls who were mostly far from
their original home villages, really acting more as their big sister in a
hard world than as their boss.
As is common with many of the bar girls that worked in Olangapo, Estralita
was constantly getting never ending requests from her relatives up in Luzon'
s northernmost province of Ilacos Norte to send money. Olangapo was on the
southern end of the Luzon. Two or three times a year here would be a
typhoon and it always seemed to manage to swing the Ilacos Norte. In its
aftermath the roof would need to be repaired or replaced. There were
earthquakes. Floods. Did I mention the volcano? Besides one natural
disaster after another there were more mundane problems. The engine in Dad'
s Jeepney needed a major overhaul. Grandma was sick and needed an expensive
medicine. Or nephew needed cash for his school fees. Their families were
always hitting the bar girls up for money for one thing after another.
Now I paid for all of our living expenses, but that and only that.
Estralita knew better than to ask me for money to send back to her folks in
the village. What she did with the money she earned as manager of the bar,
and from getting a small percentage of the "bar fines" that sailors paid to
take the girls out of the bar prior to closing time was her own business.
But I was not going to ever start supporting her extended family.
So she cast about, always looking for new ways to earn extra money. Of
course getting a regular or part-time job as a store clerk or other form of
legitimate employment was out of the question for a former bar girl. You
needed a clean police certificate and several more years of schooling than
Estralita had had. And I wasn't too amused by her suggestion that she be
allowed to turn an occasional trick to bring in extra cash. I reminded her
how easily she could be replaced with someone half her age.
So, finally she came up with a most agreeable idea. She would teach sensual
massage to girls fresh in from the kampong. They would each pay her about
$100 dollars for fifteen hours of training and afterwards she could use her
contacts to get them a good job in one of the many massage parlors that
operated in Olangapo. Without proof of satisfactory prior experience as a
masseuse you couldn't earn much money starting out. But with a
recommendation from Estralita, the girl could earn quite a bit more money
from their first day. And earn more money in higher tips from
better-satisfied customers. Money that would no doubt be soon sent back
home.
I agreed to Estralita's suggestion. She had spent several years working in
massage parlors and her magic fingers often relaxed my tired muscles after a
long day of sitting in front of a computer keyboard. I had even paid to
have a special massage table built and placed in one of the spare bedrooms
in our house. Its top was waist-high to her and its frame was strongly
built with thick cross-braces to support two people with ease without the
slightest wobble. I enjoyed having Estralita sit on my back as she massaged
my neck muscles. Both of us would be nude and the feel of her pubic hair
against my skin on my butt as she rhythmically rocked back and forth, was a
sensuous prelude to the lovemaking that would always come soon afterwards.
So the course was to be fifteen hours of hands on instruction, two students
at a time. Three hours a day of a practical, hands-on working knowledge
transfer of skills, starting on a Monday and finishing on the following
Friday. There would be very little theory and no chalkboard talk. On
Monday, the first day, Estralita herself would actually give each girl a
massage so that they could get a quick "feel" for what they were going to be
learning. Then Tuesday through Friday, each day's lesson would cover
different parts of the body. Tuesday would be the arms, neck and shoulders,
and back. Wednesday the butt and back of the legs and the feet. Thursday
the head, chest and abdomen, and the front of the legs. And Friday would
cover finishing the massage to be followed by a "final exam". The two
students would each take two half-hour turns each day as they learned the
various strokes and different techniques that they would use in their
profession. And then they would both practice on me for an hour each day
for the concluding hour of each day's class as a demonstration of what they
had learned and to reinforce their fledgling skills.
It had happened that I was able to schedule myself the entire week off, so I
was going to be able to watch at first hand the inaugural training regimen.
I would be able to offer Estralita suggestions on massage technique from the
male point of view. For an hour each day they could practice each what they
had learned on me. And I of course I volunteered to be the "subject" of the
final exam on Friday. To verify that the student was fully prepared to be
turned loose on the horny sailors and marines who - pockets full of cash -
would be turned loose on liberty on Olangapo whenever a navy ship pulled
into Subic Bay after having been on station at sea for several months. I
hoped that those guys would appreciate the sacrifices that I was going to
make to ensure that they had the most satisfactory massage experience
possible. Nothing but the best for Uncle Sam's finest.
The first two students were named Maria and Conchita. Maria was from the
island of Ilo Ilo and Conchita was from the island of Cebu. Neither had yet
reached the age of twenty. They had become close friends after each had
come to Olangapo the year before, seeking escape from the grinding poverty
of their remote mountain village. And for rural girls the bright lights and
hustle and bustle of Olangapo were both lots more exciting than they were
used to and at the same it offered them their only hope of a better life.
Not a perfect life - or one that didn't require hard choices and
compromises -- but still a better one than the one that they would otherwise
experience if they had remained where they were born. Currently, they were
waitresses at the bar Estralita managed, living on their meager salaries and
the occasional tip. They were sharing a small windowless room with two
other girls, above the bar. And after they sent a monthly amount back home
to their families that didn't leave them much money to live on. So they
were looking to earn some extra money, but neither one was willing to go the
barfine route. Not just yet, anyway.
As a regular patron of the bar I had often seen both of the girls over the
past year, and I knew how much that their families were depending on the
small amount of money that they were able to send back. So much so that the
families didn't question too closely the origin of the funds, taking the two
girls at their word when they said that they were sales clerks in a
department store, the usual explanation that bar girls gave to questions
about their source of their livelihood.
Working in a massage parlor offered them the chance to regularly earn some
more money without requiring a wholesale capitulation of their virtue. As
Maria said about the prospect of giving her customers "hand relief", "Well,
if my hand is naughty, that is just my hand and not the rest of my body." A
somewhat na ve attitude, perhaps, but I had heard the same sentiment
expressed by more than one masseuse.
I was with Estralita at a booth in the bar when she and the girls
pragmatically discussed the work that, as masseuses, they were going to
getting themselves into. What was going to be expected of them. What was
going to be asked of them, and the choices that they would have to make as
they weighed their financial needs against their planned course of action.
And we talked about the training that they would be undergoing to prepare
them to become fully proficient masseuses. They were a bit nonplussed as
parts of the planned curriculum were discussed. They had no idea that
things would be moving so far so fast. But I was satisfied that at least
they understood what they were going to be doing. And that they had few
fairy tale illusions. Not that I cared.
Part I B - The First Massage
So that Monday afternoon the two girls arrived for their first lesson. I
had spent the morning puttering around the house. I was looking forward to
seeing how the class went. And since they were each going to get a massage
to being able to see more of the two girls than was revealed by the
miniscule uniform that they wore each night in the bar, a crop top with logo
of the bar and short shorts. And then I would be letting them see more of
me when it was their turn to give me a massage. Eventually 3 o'clock came
and they arrived leaving their shoes outside the front door as they entered,
as was the custom in the Philippines.
Physically there was quite a bit of difference between the two of them.
Maria was short and had a voluptuous figure with a dusky skin complexion.
Lusciously ripe was the best way to describe her. Conchita, on the other
hand, who as I have previously said was a Cebuano, was taller and more
slender with a fairer complexion. She had a much more classic beauty. And
while Maria filled out her crop top to almost overflowing, Conchita's small
hard nipples on the tips of her modestly endowed chest always poked against
the cloth top oh-so-nicely, calling attention to themselves in their own
way.
Of course they were a little shy about getting undressed for their massages
in my presence. But Estralita quickly reminded them that maidenly modesty
was one of the first things that had to be sacrificed if they were going to
be working in a massage parlor. And since 'Lita had already received their
full cash payment in advance there was nothing for them to do but to fully
go along with her instructions, especially if they wanted her to give them a
good recommendation.
She gave each of them a large towel and told them to go behind a woven
bamboo privacy screen that we had setup in the corner of "classroom". They
were told to take off their clothes, including their bras. Lita said that
they could leave their panties on "for today". After a short while they
came out each with a towel securely wrapped around their torso.
Maria was the first one to receive a massage. She carefully arranged
herself face down on the massage table before she loosened the towel. Her
full breasts were flattened underneath the weight of her body and were
sticking out some small distance on each side of her. Lita took the bottom
edge of the towel and pulled it carefully down Maria's body so that her back
and legs were covered. She then placed another towel over the top half of
Maria's prone body, letting its edges fall down to cover the sides of her
torso.
Lita then proceeded to begin the massage. For this massage experience she
didn't want to distract her students on their first day with concerns about
what parts of their bodies were being exposed or how they were being
touched. There would be time later in the week to deal with that problem.
Rome wasn't built in a day. So the massage that she gave them was through
the towels that covered their bodies. She kept them draped with two or
three towels at all times. And she didn't use any oil or powder. That was
more than a little frustrating for me, but I knew that eventually, my turn
would come. Let them get used to the idea of my being around bit by bit.
As Lita worked on their bodies she explained what she was doing in Tagalog,
their national language. Conchita stood across the table from Lita watching
her and I sat nearby in a comfortable armchair, pretending to be more
interested in reading the Stars and Stripes newspaper. Though I am fairly
fluent in Tagalog I found that I could follow a lot of what Lita was saying.
Besides explaining the different kinds of strokes that she was using, she
was telling them of different experiences that she had had as a masseuse,
preparing the two girls for their new employment.
When she finished with back of Maria's body Lita paused and looked pointedly
at me. I took that as my cue to nonchalantly look out the window while
Maria turned over. When I turned back after a couple of moments Maria had
the towels modestly rearranged on her body. Lita continued massaging Maria
from head to foot through the towels. And then after a short diet cola
break it was Conchita's turn to receive her massage while Maria watched and
learned. Afterwards the two girls hurried behind the screen to get back
into their clothes.
Then it was my turn. I had gone into our bedroom to undress and I
re-entered the massage room wearing only a towel wrapped around my waist. I
saw the nervous expressions on the two girls' faces as I asked them if they
were ready for the next part of their training. Shyly they nodded yes.
'Lita was by then long used to my oft-exercised streak of exhibitionism.
She watched impassively as I took off my towel and stood before the two
young girls. Though not yet in all my glory, for I was only partially erect
that first time. I wanted to keep things under control, to proceed
according to the schedule that I had worked out. Not to rush things, to let
everything slowly build up to a climatic finale.
Even though they were they were half expecting my action in suddenly
removing my towel in front of them, I was pleased to see that they couldn't
control their eyes from automatically glancing downwards. Human nature is
not to be denied. Actually, I was doing the girls a favor. I was given
them as accurate an idea as possible what they were going to be dealing with
when they began to work in a massage parlor. And, besides, I had verified
with Lita that neither of the girls were virgins. Not that I really cared
one way or the other.
I then climbed up upon table and laid face downwards. I casually reached
down underneath my body to shift my half-erect penis so that it was tucked
upwards out of the way. Lita gave one of the girls a folded hand towel to
place under my forehead, while she covered my mid-section with a towel.
Then with one girl standing on each side of the table they proceeded to
start my massage. Maria took responsibility for the right half of my body,
while Conchita did the same for the left.
My first day's massage was just a quick once over, back and front. No oil
(my favorite) or powder was used. And when it came time for them to massage
my buttocks they did so as they themselves had received their massages,
through the covering towel. It was definitely not the way that I would have
done things had I been in complete charge, but I could afford to be patient.
I had made plans that would take a little while longer to come to fruition.
Then came one of my favorite parts of the massage. Back completed the tap
on the bottom indicating that it was time to turn over. Then the slight
lifting of the towel so that it didn't get twisted under my body as I ever
so casually rolled over. Looking at the girl's face to see the movement of
her eyes as my genitals first came into view. Would she pretend not to
look? Nonchalantly take it in? Or would she perhaps smile or crack a
friendly, well-worn joke, "Looks like somebody is having a good time." Or,
perhaps, "What a cheeky fellow!" Or, "Some dirty birdy wants to come out and
play." So many different possibilities. And I enjoyed them all.
But 'Lita knew my ways and quickly adjusted the towel so that it was always
in loose contact with my body as it rolled over underneath it. No fun for
me this time. And so the front side of my body was massaged, while a
studied indifference was paid to my partial erection as it served as a
tilted tent pole, underneath the towel. That first time the girls did not
massage as close to my genitals as they would later on. It was to be
expected.
When the girls finished with my front, I remained lying down and relaxed as
they gathered their things and left the house. I was comfortably relaxed
and in no hurry. Estralita came back into the room and pretended to scold
me for trying to take advantage of the girls, "Show a little restraint!" If
I scared away the girls with my exhibitionism how was she to earn the money
that her family needed? But I knew that Lita understood what the unspoken
rules were. So, I let her have her say. My turn to have fun would come.
That afternoon and again that night I gave Estralita and our mattress
springs an especially thorough work out.
Part II - The Second Massage
The next day the girls were back at 3 p.m. This time they were going to
have to endure a little more bodily exposure in front of me, as they
progressed towards that goal of theirs, of becoming first-rate masseuses.
But, for now, they were allowed once again to keep their panties on. And
their cute little bottoms were to be once again covered with a towel. But
this time there was no towel covering their backs as they lay down on the
massage table. The sides of their breasts were going to be out there for my
beady little eyes to feast on. Another significant difference was that from
this time forward they were going to be using massage oil.
I sat in my armchair pretending to be engrossed in that week's Navy Times.
Once again Maria was the first one up on the table after she came out from
changing behind the privacy screen. Conchita had been meanwhile warming a
bottle of Johnson's baby oil in a pan of warm water. Estralita gave
Conchita a large safety pin to securely fasten her towel, so that it did not
become loosened with the exertions of performing the massage. That
precaution taken care of, Conchita squirted a small amount of the warm oil
on her hands and, rubbing them together, stood at the head of the table
where Maria was laying face down. Conchita lifted up Maria's right arm and,
under Lita's watchful eye, commenced to give her the massage, applying oil
from the squirt bottle from time to time. She first worked on Maria's right
arm from biceps to wrist for fifteen minutes. Then she did the same for the
other arm. Then Maria carefully re-wrapped herself with the towel and she
and Conchita switched places. And, after Maria had first secured her towel
with a safety pin, she massaged Conchita's arms for half an hour.
Then Maria got back face down on the table and Conchita massaged her neck,
shoulders and back for half. This was more interesting as from time to time
Maria's torso would be momentarily lifted up off of the table as it was
manipulated and I thereby would get brief glimpses of her delectable puffy
nipples. There was nothing she could do to prevent it, as her body was
being pulled this way and that way as Conchita followed Estralita's various
instructions. If a technique or maneuver were not performed satisfactorily
then it would be repeated over and over until it was done correctly.
Eventually the half-hour was up and it was Conchita's erect dime-sized
nipples that I was getting glances at. Oh and I haven't mentioned that the
girls' panty-clad bottoms were in full view as the one giving the massage at
one stage had to climb up on the table and sit straddle the other girl's
bottom. I love it when a plan comes together!
Then it was my turn. This day I took pity on the girls and kept the towel
on as I lay down on the table. The massage I received the second day was
much better than the one the day before. Especially, their using oil
prevented a lot of unpleasant skin to skin friction as they each worked
their way from biceps to wrist, neck to waist on either side of me. So far,
so good. As much as I enjoyed the second massage, I was really looking
forward to the next day's lesson.
Now, you might say that I was cruel to take advantage of those young ladies
in such a fashion. That I was exploiting the misfortune of their poverty,
their need to earn money to better support their families. That I was not
being fair to Estralita in that I was co-opting her plan for my own ulterior
purposes. But if I have learned one thing about women in twenty-five years
of whore mongering around Asia it is that nice guys finish last. In fact
that is one of the tattoos that I have, just in case I should ever be
tempted to doubt it. With women in general, and bar girls in particular.
Yes I was exploiting the three of them.
But so were their families, by making constant never ending monetary demands
on them. Demands that these girls would meet by exploiting some poor horny
18-year old sailor on his first liberty who was fresh of the farm and still
wet behind the ears. She would use her body, her talents and no doubt a
pitiful story to wheedle dollar after dollar out of him, only to discard him
when a bigger sucker with thicker wallet came into the bar. I had seen it
time and time again. So if there was going to be any exploiting done, I
fully intended to be the one standing at the head of the line. Estralita
understood this. She lived under my roof and was supported by me on my
terms. Subject to replacement with a younger woman anytime that I felt that
she was no longer worth the bother.
After my massage the girls disappeared into the guest bathroom to take a
shower and wash the oil off. Estralita kept a close watch over me to ensure
that I didn't try to sneak a peek at the girls. She didn't know about the
pinhole video camera lens that I had set up ahead of time. That night while
Estralita was at work I got to enjoy watching the two girls get into the
shower stall together and scrub each other's backs over and over again. Who
says that you can't put your military skills to good use in civilian life?
Part III - The Third Massage
As I said I was really looking forward to Wednesday's lesson. That was
primarily because Maria and Conchita would no longer be allowed to keep
their panties on during the session. And, sitting in my armchair, I would
be strategically placed to take advantage of any up towel visual
opportunities that came my way. So, as they came out from behind the screen
on Wednesday, they knew that I knew in just a few short moments I was going
to be feasting my eyes on the youthfully firm bottom of first one and then
the other. They might not like it. But there was no getting out of it. It
was cute seeing them try to pull the towel downward for an extra half-inch
coverage of their bottom and at the same time they were pulling it upwards
to keep their bosoms from spilling out of the top. And in Maria's case with
her abundant cleavage she had quite a chore on her hands.
On this day it was Conchita who clambered up on the table first, as
gracefully as possible. It was a delight watching her trying to be ladylike
in a short towel that barely covered her hips, as she maneuvered her way
onto the table. They had no doubt discussed it ahead of time. Perhaps they
had even flipped a coin or played rock/scissors/paper to who would get to be
the last one to have her bottom exposed. Perhaps Conchita had even taken
pity on her friend Maria and volunteered to go first. In any event it was
Conchita who lay face down on the table and gamely loosened her towel,
raising up her hips so that Maria could pull the ends out from underneath
her. Under Estralita's direction, and leaving the towel on Conchita's
bottom and legs, Maria turned the towel so that it was covering Conchita's
hips and legs lengthwise, from her waist to her ankles.
With a nod from Estralita, Maria then proceeded to begin the day's lesson.
Conchita closed her eyes, and perhaps even said a quick prayer to whichever
saint covered her about-to-be-uncovered situation. Standing on the left
side of the table Maria folded down one corner of the towel over onto the
right side, neatly exposing a little over half of Conchita's firm buttock.
Pouring a little bit of oil on it Maria began her half-hour's work massaging
first the buttock and then the upper thigh, before moving around to the
other side of the table and refolding the towel to perform the same work on
Conchita right side.
As I stood up and walked about the room kibitzing - offering the occasional
suggestion -- I was treated to some most interesting views. As I said,
Conchita was tall and slender. There wasn't much meat on her bottom. That
meant that there wasn't much flesh to get in the way of my line of sight.
As Maria worked, ten minutes first one side of Conchita's body and then ten
minutes on the other side, Conchita's thighs and legs became spread apart.
She had started out with them pressed firmly together, but they didn't stay
that way for very long. And so, as I stood discretely back from the table,
I was soon treated to as nice a view of Conchita's private parts as any man
could want.
Both pairs of buttocks and upper thighs completed, Maria re-covered them
with the towel - for the moment - and moved down the table to work for
twenty minutes on Conchita's lower legs and feet, an equal ten minutes on
each side. Then she was directed to completely remove the towel. She was
then told to climb up on the table and kneel between Conchita's legs, which
of course had to stretch outwards to accommodate her. And as Maria
commenced to work for the remaining twenty minutes of her lesson on Conchita
's bottom, moving her hands in great outward rolling strokes, even the
little brown rosette of Conchita's anus started winking in and out of sight.
This is where I think that Maria realized that she had made a fundamental
mistake. If she had volunteered to be the first one to get her butt
massaged her ordeal would have by then almost been over. As it was, she got
to see for a full hour just how exposed she herself was going to be. And
while Conchita's hour-long ordeal of forced exposure was minute by minute
coming to end, Maria's ordeal was minute by minute getting ever closer.
That is what I loved about this day's lesson. Knowing the dread that Maria
must have been feeling as she saw her turn to be massaged under my watchful
eye drawing closer. Her feelings were all too apparent in her face. And
always with the knowledge that tomorrow was going to be even worse yet.
The first hour ended and the girls switched places. Maria reached under her
towel to remove her panties and then climbed up onto the table. She endured
what had to be endured. Then an hour later it was my turn. The girls took
a break while I undressed in my bedroom. Because there were going to be
using the baby oil on me, they couldn't get dressed yet; they had to remain
in their towels to keep from spoiling their clothes. This time I didn't
bother to wrap a towel around myself. I just came out of the bedroom
completely nude, with my erection pointing forward, swinging from side to
side as I took my time in walking over to the table and lying face down on
it.
The girls again each took one side of my lower body and poured liberal
amounts of oil on my bottom and thighs they proceeded to go work on me. I
thoroughly enjoyed having first one and then the other work the oil into the
crack of my ass. Estralita taught them to devote especial attention to the
perineum, that oh-so-sensitive region between the scrotum and the anus. And
as their hands worked their way up my thighs came another favorite part of
the massage experience. Those brief momentary contacts as their fingers
accidentally traveled a little bit too far and came into contact with my
scrotum. Just the most fleeting of touches, yet so full of the promise of
delights to come. And I enjoyed the feeling of intimate exposure as each
the girls in turn kneeled between my legs.
And the whole hour that I lay there soaking up the attention that they were
lavishing on my body, it was with the knowledge that tomorrow was going to
be even better yet. Both visually and tactilely. For you see, Thursday was
to be the lesson that concentrated on the front of the body. Theirs and
mine. And Conchita and Maria would fully nude and completely exposed at
last.
After the girls had showered and left Estralita came back into the massage
room. Stripping off her clothes she climbed up on the massage table to
straddle my hips and at last give the sexual tension that had built up over
the past three hours in my body its explosive release. Then, after she had
left to go to work at the bar, I spent a couple of hours perfecting the
hidden installation for the massage room. I was going to use two cameras to
ensure that I didn't miss any details. And with a little bit of judicious
editing I could even pick up a couple of hundred dollars by selling a clear
copy of the tape to a local judge.
Part IV - The Fourth Massage
Thursday came and the girls showed up, once again on time at 3 p.m. Their
shy nervousness was readily apparent as they sipped on the diet soft drink
that we offered them to help cut the ice. We wanted to give them a last
chance to relax, to put off the inevitable, even if only for a few more
minutes.
But at last the moment had arrived. They stepped behind the privacy screen
to shed their clothes and, soon, any last vestiges of their remaining
modesty. A few minutes later they each wore a towel securely wrapped around
them when they stepped out from behind the screen. Maria was to be the
first one to receive her massage that day. I guess she had learned her
lesson yesterday. Conchita took the safety pin to securely fasten her towel
while Maria laid herself down on the table. This time face up. Lita
arranged Maria's towel to cover her from her upper chest to her mid-thighs.
Conchita stepped up to the head of the table and spent about five minutes
working on Maria's scalp, temples and forehead. Then she took another five
minutes to massage each of Maria's hands. Finally it was time to work on
her chest. Maria lay with her eyes closed. Perhaps she felt that if she
couldn't see me looking at her it would be so bad. Without any further ado
the towel was folded downwards, leaving Maria's breasts at last exposed to
the open air and my gaze. They were magnificent! Maria was naturally full
figured and without any silicon in them to resist the effects of gravity her
breasts were flattened against her ribcage. She had large puffy nipples. A
real feast for my eyes. Not to mention the lenses of my two video cameras.
Conchita stood at the head of the table and commenced her massage of Maria's
upper chest. Bending downwards she stroked her hands down the center of
Maria's chest. The she brought her hands back up along the sides of Maria's
ribcage. She did this for about five minutes. Although she did work Maria'
s breasts up and down I could see that she was careful not to touch the
nipple area. Even so, Maria's nipples became noticeably more erect.
Whether it was because of the cool breeze from the ceiling fan, from the
manipulation of her breasts or from her awareness of my presence in the
room, who's to say?
After about ten minutes of working on Maria's chest area Conchita moved to
the side of the table and folded the towel down again, exposing Maria's
abdomen as far down as the top of her pubic hairline. She made no effort to
cover Maria's breasts. The stomach was stroked from side to side in large
circular motions for about five minutes. Then Conchita started to work her
hands downward underneath the towel to get to Maria's lower abdominal area.
As she stroked her hands downward she would separate them so that they didn'
t come into direct contact with Maria's pubic region. But her motions were
gradually pushing the towel farther south. Half of Maria's thicket of black
pubic hair was exposed and I could almost see to the top of her slit.
Then, following a spoken command from Estralita, Conchita moved further down
the table. She took the towel and folded it over in half from left to
right. This let her work on the groin area and the upper thigh of Maria's
left leg. The towel sagged down over Maria's vagina, blocking the
centerline from my view, but I could still see her bush. After about five
minutes of massaging the upper leg area Conchita continued on down to the
ankles. She then bent the knee and thigh upwards several times. This
caused the towel to be moved away from Maria's vagina. I could see it
clearly at last. The hairs were wetly plastered against the outer lips and
her cocoa brown colored inner lips were clearly exposed.
Then Conchita did the same on Maria's right leg. This time she didn't
bother to cover the left leg. She just left the towel lying loosely in
between Maria's legs. Pulling it up a bit to cover Maria's pubic area. But
as soon as she started twisting the legs back and forth the towel slipped
away and there it remained. Leaving Maria's body fully exposed.
Then the hour was up. Maria sat up and started to wrap the towel around her
body before she slid off of the tabletop, before I told her not to bother
with it. I had already seen everything she had so what was the purpose in
covering up? She looked to Estralita for support, but Lita knew better than
to contradict. I could tell that Maria was not happy about this, but what
was she to do.
Conchita lay down and closed her eyes and the process was repeated. She
didn't' have the thick thatch of pubic hair that Maria did so when it was
time for her lower body to be manipulated she was a lot more exposed. Ah,
the infinite delight that Creation has given each woman's individual beauty.
I will never tire of cataloging its wonders.
The second hour swiftly passed. I was wearing a simple thin cotton sarong
for lounging around the house. It gave full non-binding freedom to my erect
cock. The area around my crotch was becoming ever more soaked as it
absorbed the steady stream of seminal fluid that my body was generating as I
watched the two young girls massage each other's naked bodies. So without
any further to do I took it off and lay down on the massage table, face up
of course. I didn't bother with covering my cock, letting it flop over onto
my right thigh.
So by then Estralita was the only one in the room who was still clothed.
And unlike Maria and Conchita, who each took their massage with their eyes
closed, I kept mine wide open. Another important difference between the
massages that the girls gave each other and the one that they gave me was
that when they were massaging my chest 'Lita didn't let them bypass my
nipples. They each played with the one on their side, and later one would
sometimes return to play with them while the other massaged elsewhere.
As they worked their way down my front they of course came to my erect cock.
They treated it in a most matter of fact fashion; one or the other
occasionally holding it with one hand while the other hand dried its tip
with a soft cloth. Usually Maria because she was working on my right side.
She would gently hold it up between her thumb and forefinger while she wiped
my thigh. Or one or the other would shift it out of the way as they worked
the groin area or the thigh.
I especially liked it when they took turns kneeling in between my legs.
Looking up at them as they looked down on me with a bemused smile on their
face. Occasionally Estralita would reach over and give me a stroke or two
if my erection was starting to flag a bit.
That night I again gave the bedsprings a real workout.
Part V - The Fifth Massage
Friday was going to be the advanced class in sensual massage techniques
combined with a special "final exam". The idea behind that day's session
was to treat it as if I was a regular paying customer whom had just walked
into a massage parlor and had selected Maria as my masseuse. Everything
would proceed from there as it would in the course of a normal massage. For
that reason we had scheduled each girl to come for a separate 90-minute
lesson. Maria was to come at 1:00 p.m. and then at 4:00 p.m. Conchita would
have her session. I had decided to allow my self an hour and a half to
recuperate between the massages. I am not as young as I used to be. If
Estralita had any misgivings about the scenario she knew enough to keep them
to her self. I could also use the time to change the cassettes in the video
cameras.
Maria arrived promptly at 1:00 p.m. Before she arrived I had disconnected
the telephone and given instructions to the watchman at the front gate to
make sure that we were not disturbed. The German shepherd who lived under
the stilts of the house would ensure that the gate guard did not himself get
too curious.
After a few minutes to go over the plan for the session we started. This
time Estralita sat in the armchair and watched. The first thing that Maria
did was to go into the bathroom to start the bath water running. Then she
returned to the room to undress me. She removed my shirt, hung it on a
clothes hanger and hung the hanger from a hook on the wall. Then she
gracefully knelt in front of me and loosened my belt and unbuttoned and
unzipped my pants and drew them down my legs. She held onto them as I
stepped out of the legs. Then she arose and folded my pants over another
clothes hanger. Then kneeling in front of me she removed my boxer shorts.
Of course as she knelt that placed her head directly in front of my crotch
so my erect cock was pointing right between her eyes as it popped out of my
underwear.
Then Maria stood up and, shyly turning her back removed her dress. She next
removed her bra and then wrapped a towel around herself before she reached
underneath it to remove her panties. Then she took me by the hand and led
me into the guest bathroom. Estralita followed us into the bathroom and
quietly sat on a dressing stool in the corner. Maria first checked the
temperature of the water in the bathtub and then helped me to safely step
into the bathtub and let me soak for a minute while the tub finished filling
up.
She then removed the towel from her body. If this had been a regular
massage, especially it was the first time she that she massaged the client,
she would probably not have undressed until much later in the process, or at
least not until an extra tip was paid. But since I had already seen her
naked body for an extended period of time only yesterday there was no real
point in not having her undress this early in the massage. And - although
she and Estralita didn't know it -- her being naked would greatly increase
the value of the videotape that was being secretly recorded.
After she turned off the water she knelt beside the tub and proceeded to
gently scrub my body with soap and a sponge, paying particular attention to
my genitals and butt, but taking care not to bring me to a climax. She was
so thorough in my cleansing that she even stuck a soapy finger momentarily
up my anus. Then she had me stand up and she pulled out the drain plug.
She used a shower hose to rinse me off. Then she helped me out of the tub
and patted me dry with a towel before we returned to the massage room, with
Estralita silently following us.
After I had laid face down on the table and Maria had placed a small folded
towel as a cushion under my forehead she poured out some warm oil on my back
and started the massage. I have already described the massage techniques
that were used for various parts of the body. At several points she was
sitting on me to give her good leverage as she worked on my back and
shoulders.
The only additional technique that was used was after she had finished the
regular Swedish-type massage - and following some softly spoken instructions
from Estralita -- she gave me a finger tip massage on my back, butt and
legs. That is where she slowly and gently stroked my skin with the barest
of gentle caresses of her fingers. It is one of my favorite massage
techniques, one that is both relaxing and stimulating, especially towards
the end when concentrated on my butt and inner thighs. And she did not
forget my scrotum, occasionally giving it a gentle touch to let it know that
it would soon be receiving more of her attention.
Then she tapped my on my bottom to let me know that it was time for me to
turn over. She then proceeded to massage my front. After she completed the
regular massage she gave my chest and abdomen a finger tip massage before
moving down the table to do the same for my legs. 'Lita gave here some
further instructions in a soft voice. Maria's hands then circled back to
revisit my lower abdomen. Eventually she concentrated her efforts on my
upper and inner thighs. Needless to say by then my cock was standing at
full attention, with great drips of seminal fluid steadily seeping out of
it.
Maria started to gently caress my cock and balls. I glanced over to see how
Estralita was reacting. She smiled and blew me a kiss. I had trained her
well. Maria began to intensify her efforts moving from gentle caresses to
more firm strokes. Then, just as I was starting to curl my toes Estralita
whispered something to Maria. Without slowing the strokes of her right hand
Maria suddenly poked the oily middle finger of her left hand up inside my
anus. As I started to come she firmly pressed her fingertip against my
prostate gland. Great gouts of cum spurted up out of my cock. The pressure
against my prostate was unrelenting. My cock was like a fountain as cum
spurted in all directions. I felt like my balls had been shriven down to
the size of raisons.
Then, thankfully, Maria slowed her pace and allowed me to come down from the
peak of my climax. She resumed her gentle caresses around my midsection as
Lita went into the bathroom to moisten a washcloth with warm water to
cleanse me with. And I realized two things simultaneously. First, that
Maria had passed he final exam with flying colors. And, second, that if I
was to have any hope of surviving the experience I was going to have to
postpone Conchita's final exam until tomorrow.
Afterword (by Yellow Fever)
The Massage School is a work of fiction. As is Olangapo Joe. But the story
has its roots in my experiences when I was continuously living, working, &
vacationing in Asia, Australia and New Zealand, and Africa in the period
from January 1976 to July 1995. As does he. I have been stateside since
then, but I often think back on the many erotic experiences that had over
those nineteen years. I went to Asia a 23-year old virgin, but my first
trip to Bangkok in December 1976 quickly solved that condition.
I would conservatively estimate that I have probably had between 200 and 250
erotic massages during those 19 years. Not counting two of the seven
massages that that I have had in the United States, the two in New Zealand
and the one in Africa, all of my masseuses were Asian. I have had massages
up and down the lengths of Thailand, Malaysia, and the Philippines. Plus
Singapore, Japan, Hong Kong and Taiwan. I have had my members massaged by
members of virtually every Asian ethnic and racial group that you can think
of. For example in Thailand, besides Thais, Chinese and a couple of obscure
hill tribes; I have had Indian, Cambodian and Laotian masseuses. Singapore
and Hong Kong are virtual Asian crossroads. At an average cost of $30-$40 a
"pop" (not counting Japan and the non-Asian countries) that has amounted to
a no small amount of money. But I was single then - or married and didn't
count a massage & "hand relief" as cheating -- and money was easy enough to
come by. And those massages were worth every dollar.
The idea of a massage school grew out of my experiences in the Philippines.
Most Filipinas at the places I frequented spoke a fair amount of English and
I was able to "interview" them about their life experiences as I received
the massage. I usually asked them about their training and while most of
them said that they had learned their job through on the job training, some
said that they had been specifically paid - or been required to pay -- an
older, more experienced masseuse. Training was from anywhere from three to
twenty hours. The training would cost them anywhere from $50-$100 for their
training. Getting a new job a massage parlor always involved giving the
(male) boss a massage and often involved giving him a fuck as well. Whether
or not the girl was an experienced masseuse.
As far as special massage skills, such as body massages, they all said that
they had learned it on the job after having been given an oral explanation
of what was involved by the other girls. Regarding their masturbation
techniques they likewise all said that it was purely on the job training, or
doing the same things that their boyfriends liked.
I spent most of the two years (1984-1986) that I spent in the Philippines in
Manila, Angeles City, Bagiou, Cebu and Ilo Ilo, and a couple of other places
besides, but I did manage overnight visits to Olangapo three or four times.
It was a wild and wooly place, especially when the fleet was in port.
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