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Corean Dawn excerpt (Page 11)
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bathe twice a month, and...”
“Not for cleanliness, Theodore,” said Tubert, cocking his head, his eyebrows arching in amusement. “For health, and for pleasure. Later, we’ll feast.”
T’ang protested.
“No, no, old brother,” said Tubert, taking the hand of a slender Corean female dressed in a white cotton robe and entering the tepid waters. In Asia, many of the blind masseuses wandered city streets at night, calling out their services. Some of them were thieves and not blind. “These girls won’t steal from us. Get in the water.”
“For God’s sake, Tubert,” said Jewell. He was nude, as the delicately featured, nubile, smiling and sightless young female touched his right triceps, gasping at his great height and physique, pulling him into the waters.
“Just relax, commander,” said Tubert. “Communicating is done by touch. Not words.”
They sank two feet into the steaming waters.
“We’re barbarians,” Tubert called to the Corean girls. “So don’t scrape our skin hard, or my friends will think you’re trying to kill them.”
Later, each female took a man to one of the tiny rooms just fifteen feet from the pool, drawing the door closed to each room. On the heated floor was a fresh, clean blanket-mattress. Quietly, the pretty Corean girl changed from the soaking robe into a scanty dry white cotton robe, Jewell was entranced by her graceful movements and nearly hairless, perfectly proportioned body. She motioned to Jewell to lay on his stomach on the floor, and was again astounded that his six feet seven inch frame required him to stretch cross-cornered.
“I’m sorry,” he began to say, “but this room is...”
Smiling, her teeth beautiful, her features clean cut, she knelt quickly, touched her finger to his lips, shaking her head and holding a finger to her pursed lips for him to be silent as her right hand began to knead the back of his neck. For more than an hour, the tips of her fingers slid sensuously over his entire body, searching, finding old hurts and strains, her expert hands and fingers sud¬denly and knowingly turning into incredible powerful vises upon sites of forgotten old pains, pinching, rubbing, caressing, kneading, causing his joints to creak. Then she turned him over on his back, working on his scalp, forehead, cheeks, jaw, neck, shoulders and arms, using her entire body to enhance the pressures. Theodore Jewell, for the first time, closed his eyes in the presence of an Asian and allowed himself to moan with pleasure. The girl moved down to his heels, soles, and toes, and ankles, then worked the largest muscles in his thighs, not resisting his oc¬casional caress. Finally, her hands were on his chest, exploring muscles he never knew he had, and as she worked downward to his stomach and beyond, she mur¬mured, smiling appreciatively, about his immense size. Later, when he had dressed, she accompanied the madam who led him just beyond the periphery of the rooms circling the springs to a wooden platform eight feet in diameter where Tubert already sat, cross-legged Corean-style, as food arrived.
“I have never experienced anything like that in my life,” said the officer appre¬ciatively, sliding next to Tubert and the amused Chinese sampan skipper.
The stunning blind girl rendered a report.
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