Happy Ending Massage for women in Tokyo: A Beginner’s Journey from Haneda
Late one night, just as I was about to call it a day, I received an inquiry message:
“I’m planning to visit Tokyo in January. I don’t have much confidence in my body, but can I still request an erotic massage?”
I’m a Japanese male therapist in my late 30s, and I’ve been providing happy ending massage services to women in Tokyo for about ten years.
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For those unfamiliar with the term, a happy ending massage refers to a session that starts with a regular, full-body oil massage and gradually transitions into more erotic touches, ending with an orgasm.
Naturally, this does not involve intercourse—only hands (and mouth) are used to give women a deeply satisfying experience.
There was, of course, no reason for me to turn down this request. However, to ensure she was genuinely a woman and the message wasn’t a prank, I asked her a few questions.
Over the years, I’ve occasionally received inquiries from men, so I’ve learned to tread carefully.
Her reply was as follows:
“Yes, I’m a woman. I came across your ※YouTube channel and became interested. But I’m a 22-year-old university student who’s never had a boyfriend or even kissed anyone. I’m very nervous.”
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It seemed she was genuinely curious about my service.
I was a bit surprised that she was a virgin, but clients like her are not uncommon. Often, they are women who, for various reasons, haven’t had the chance to explore their sexuality. At some point, curiosity overcomes hesitation, and they decide they want their first experience to be with a professional.
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To get to know her better and ensure the session would meet her expectations, I asked her to fill out my contact form.
Shortly after, I received the following details from her.
【 Nickname 】：●●
【 Age 】：22
【 Height (cm) 】：173
【 Weight 】：76～80kg
【 Nationality 】：Chinese
【 Occupation 】：student
【 E-mail address 】：●●
【 Area where you want me to come 】：keikyu EX Inn Haneda
【 Service contents 】：
Kiss
Aroma therapy massage
Sexual/Erotic oil massage
Getting your body licked
Yoni (Vagina) massage
Fingering
Oral sex (Cunnilingus)
【 Your inquiry or any questions 】：
I’ve never had a massage like this before. I’m really looking forward to it
I’m always delighted when a woman takes an interest in my service.
Sexual matters, especially for women, aren’t something they can easily entrust to just anyone.
In this case, the client is a virgin, which likely means she’s feeling even more nervous than usual. This experience could significantly shape how she views sexual matters in the future—for better or for worse—so the responsibility is undoubtedly a heavy one.
We’re set to meet in January, just next month. I’m determined to do my absolute best to ensure she feels pleasure, enjoys herself, and has a comfortable, fulfilling experience.
A story about a happy ending massage on a virgin Chinese woman in Haneda.
A Quiet Night Near Haneda: Meeting My Client for the First Time
A few days into 2025, I was asked by a client to come to a hotel near Tokyo’s Haneda Airport.
Haneda, as most people know, is one of Japan’s premier international airports.
The area surrounding it is dotted with numerous hotels catering to travelers and business people alike.
My destination this time was the “Keikyu EX Inn Haneda,” located near Tenkubashi Station.
At around 8 PM, I stepped off the train at Tenkubashi Station—a name I’d never heard before.
The station greeted me with an almost eerie stillness. The cold night wind brushed against my cheeks as I took in the quiet surroundings.
There were hardly any buildings in sight, only a wide, silently flowing river.
The darkness and lack of people made it feel as though I was the only one there.
As I walked away from the station, a large, solitary building came into view in the distance.
That had to be the “Keikyu EX Inn Haneda,” where she was staying.
My heart began to race as I thought about meeting her, a mix of anticipation and nervousness quickening my steps.
After walking for about ten minutes, I arrived at the hotel. While waiting for her in front of the entrance, I watched guests with large suitcases come and go.
She had told me to look for a woman wearing a cap, a black jacket, and jeans, but so far, there was no sign of her.
Five minutes passed.
Then, I saw her step out of the hotel—a tall woman with glasses and long hair, exuding a serious, studious air.
Her outfit matched her description perfectly. She approached me and, in slightly hesitant Japanese, greeted me.
“Hello.”
“Hi, I’m Arashima. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. Haha, I’m very nervous!”
She explained that she was learning Japanese, which allowed us to converse in my native language—a small relief for both of us.
She shared that it was her first time in Japan and that she’d taught herself Japanese because of her love for anime.
Her nervousness was apparent in her reserved demeanor and careful words.
To help ease her evident nervousness, I asked her a few questions as we took the elevator to her room.
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The contrast between the chill of the outside air and the warmth of the room was striking. Inside, the cozy heat seemed to envelop the entire space, making it so comfortable that I almost felt tempted to lie on the bed and close my eyes for a moment.
The room was a typical compact Japanese hotel setup, with a semi-double bed and a small desk taking up most of the space. Warm-toned lighting softly illuminated the room, creating a calming and inviting atmosphere.
Li appeared slightly nervous as she asked, “What should I do now?”
Since we had both already showered, we decided to get started right away.
I knew that chatting a bit more might help ease her nerves, but sometimes the simple act of touch can do what words cannot.
The warmth of my hands would gradually loosen the tension in her body and, I hoped, help her feel closer to me, both physically and emotionally.
She was still wearing her casual clothes, so I asked her to change first. Ideally, she would have taken off all her undergarments and slipped into a bathrobe, but there weren’t any bathrobes in this room.
Instead, I asked her to undress completely and wrap a bath towel around herself.
She gave a small nod and disappeared into the bathroom.
While she was gone, I began preparing for the massage session. I spread a towel over the bed, set out the massage oil, and dimmed the lights a little. Creating the right atmosphere is key—it greatly influences how relaxed and comfortable a woman feels during the session.
A few minutes later, she came back from the bathroom.
“I’m a little embarrassed about taking off my clothes because I’m not very slim,” she said, with a shy gesture to cover herself. But there was no need for her to feel that way. Her body was undeniably beautiful—her curvaceous figure, full bust, and soft, shapely thighs were all incredibly appealing, even through the towel.
“Alright, please lie down on the bed on your stomach,” I said gently.
She moved cautiously, her motions a bit hesitant, and lay face down on the bed. I noticed her take a deep breath. She was clearly nervous, and that was completely understandable.
I carefully adjusted the white bath towel she had wrapped around her body, draping it over her as she lay there.
Starting with her calves, I lightly placed my hands on her skin. The goal was to let her gradually get used to being touched by a man and to signal that the massage was about to begin.
Slowly, I moved my hands up and down her legs in gentle strokes. Her legs had a toned, athletic feel to them, giving the impression she might play sports.
As the warmth of the room settled around us, time seemed to flow at a relaxed, unhurried pace. Moments like this often made me reflect on the unique nature of my work. Here I was, alone in a hotel room with a woman whose nationality, age, and profession were completely different from mine. And despite having just met, she was nearly naked in front of me.
Even after nearly a decade of offering this service, it still felt surreal at times. I could only imagine how extraordinary and out-of-the-ordinary this must feel for her. That thought deepened my determination to make this experience as relaxing and enjoyable for her as possible.
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Dressed in my “massage uniform” of a shirt and underwear, I picked up the massage oil and began to apply it to her legs. With firm, deliberate strokes, I worked to ease the tension in her muscles. Calves, thighs, and even her buttocks—all areas where tension could build. While not inherently sexual, the massage of the glutes often brought unexpected relief and even delight to many clients, so I paid them careful attention.
As the oil spread across her skin, her legs began to gleam with a soft, enticing sheen, adding a subtle sensuality to the atmosphere.
Next, I shifted my focus to her back, gently adjusting the towel to expose the area. With hands coated in oil, I glided them slowly over her warm, soft back. Her body felt inviting under my touch, her muscles pliant as I worked my way from her shoulders to her upper arms, occasionally brushing along the curve of her breasts as they peeked out from the side, before returning to her lower back.
The touch on her breasts was intentional—delicate yet sensual, designed to awaken an awareness of her own body. My goal was to occasionally weave in a touch of arousal, an element of excitement that heightened the experience.
She remained composed, showing little outward reaction. I found myself wondering what thoughts might be crossing her mind as she lay there in silence. Without any words exchanged, we both focused on the moment, letting the quiet intensity of the massage envelop the room.
As she lay on her back, the room’s silence seemed to take on a new texture, thick with anticipation. I began again at her legs, letting my fingers glide gently from her ankle upwards. Each time I approached a sensitive spot, I deliberately slowed my movements. I would tease the sexual area and build up her anticipation. It also heightens her senses.
Some women giggle with ticklish delight; others sigh as pleasure overtakes them. But she remained quiet, her stillness a sign that I needed to take my time, to unravel her carefully.
My hand slipped beneath the towel, finding the warmth of her stomach. A quiet intimacy settled between us as I held her gently, feeling the heat of her body against my palm. Slowly, I let my hand wander upward. Just a few more centimeters, and I could touch her breast. But I stopped short, letting the moment linger. My fingers diverted, brushing along her side and up toward her arm.
Anticipation is its own kind of pleasure, one that sharpens every sensation.
As I explored her smooth, supple skin, I let myself savor the softness beneath my fingertips. Finally, after drawing out the moment, I let my fingers find her breast. The soft fullness greeted me as I traced slow circles around her. Her body tensed, and for a moment, the air in the room shifted—charged with a palpable energy.
I gently wrapped my arms around her from the side, holding her close. Through the warmth of her body, I silently conveyed a message: “Relax your body and trust me completely.” Letting my fingers wander, I casually traced them across the soft contours of her breast. Each time my fingertip brushed against her nipple, her body gave a small jolt, and I could feel the vibrations travel back to me.
Slowly, my fingers drifted downward, gliding over her skin until they reached the crease of her thighs. I focused my touch there, moving with deliberate
sensuality.
Her breathing subtly shifted, becoming quicker with each passing moment. Leaning in, I brought my lips close to her ear and let out a gentle breath, just enough for her to feel it.
The reaction was instantaneous—she let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp. It seemed her ears were particularly sensitive, and I couldn’t help but think she might climax from that alone.
I moved my lips down the side of her neck, trailing kisses over her collarbone, then to her breast. I let my lips encircle her nipple, teasing it lightly with my tongue. I made sure she could see me as I moved, deliberately showing her everything I was doing. Her hands gripped the pillow tightly as if trying to endure the surging waves of pleasure.
Meanwhile, my right hand continued exploring the crease of her thighs. Her wetness was undeniable, and I gently ran my fingers along her folds, tracing their shape. Knowing she was a virgin, I moved with care, avoiding anything that might cause discomfort.
“Let me know if it hurts,” I said softly, reassuring her.
Slowly, I pressed my middle finger against her entrance. She was so wet that my finger slipped in effortlessly, as if her body was inviting me.
I marveled at how easily she accepted me. Even among women who have had sexual experiences, some are so tight that even a single finger feels challenging, while others, like her, welcome it with surprising ease. Still, I prioritized helping her get used to the sensation over rushing to stimulate her. I gently explored her inner walls, keeping my movements soft and slow.
Then, I remembered what she had told me she truly wanted to experience: cunnilingus. As a virgin, she had a deep curiosity about intimacy and longed to experience the pleasure she had only imagined. She wanted to explore everything except intercourse itself.
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I moved lower, positioning myself between her legs. Gently, I parted her knees and used my fingers to comb through the soft hair covering her most private area. Slowly, I revealed the delicate center beneath. Leaning in closer, I pressed my lips against her, letting them linger.
Her desperate cries echoed through the room, breaking its stillness with an intense urgency.
As I pressed my lips against her, the wet, deliberate sound of her arousal filled the air, growing louder with each passing moment. When I pulled back, her essence formed a delicate arc, landing softly on the bed—proof of how deeply her body was responding to the pleasure.
Hoping she could feel my affection, I continued to lick her gently and with care. At times, my movements mimicked a deep, passionate kiss, slow and deliberate, drawing her further into the sensations. I softened my tongue, focusing entirely on being gentle and tender, never rushing. The more pleasure she felt, the more her essence flowed, as if her body was surrendering completely.
I couldn’t help but wonder—was her first experience of cunnilingus living up to her expectations? Was it even better than what she had imagined?
Her sweat-dampened hand gripped mine tightly as I held her, steadying her trembling hips that moved uncontrollably with each wave of pleasure. My tongue sought out her clitoris, flicking and circling it softly, teasing her with delicate precision.
This was, after all, a “happy ending massage,” and I wanted to ensure it ended with the release and joy she deserved. I wanted her first trip to Japan, her first intimate experience, to become a cherished memory she could treasure forever. With that thought in mind, I listened closely to the rising pitch of her moans, letting them guide me as I continued.
Until the very last moment, I poured every ounce of my care into her, using my fingers and lips to bring her to the heights of ecstasy.
I wanted her to leave this experience fully satisfied, her body and soul completely fulfilled.
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After Happy Ending Massage Session
“It felt so good,” she said softly as she lay on the bed, legs folded to the side, taking a moment to rest. Her expression was gentle, a faint smile on her face, though she looked slightly tired.
Considering how she had been moaning and tensing her entire body throughout the session, it was no surprise she was a little worn out. Many clients tell me afterward that they sleep soundly that night, so it wasn’t unusual.
Perhaps out of politeness, she offered, “Is there anything I can do for you in return?” I smiled and replied, “You don’t need to worry about that at all,” encouraging her to simply rest.
Before I knew it, we had spent around three intense hours together during the happy-ending massage session. But with the last train approaching, I had to leave the hotel.
While on my way back home, a message from her appeared on my phone.
“Thank you so much for coming all this way. I’m a reserved person, so I couldn’t express my gratitude properly in person.”
Her honest words struck a chord with me.
This was her first time ever being naked in front of a man, being touched, being kissed. It was a significant step forward in her life.
A “first experience” is something that leaves an indelible mark on anyone’s heart. That’s why I sometimes think it’s best for someone’s first sexual experience to be with someone they love.
Even so, her words, her expressions, and her genuine charm made me feel glad that I had met her.
I silently wished for her future—a time when she would embrace her feelings honestly, meet someone she loves, and enjoy deep, mutual affection as lovers. May she one day experience joyful, loving sex with someone truly special.
