Hi there! This is Hye-Jin again, a Korean-American and aficionado of fine lingerie and vintage stockings who loves to show off my stuff and have fun with guys who love old-style stockings which complement my trim body, long flowing silky hair, and well-toned legs.
This time, I saw an old friend from Korea who I hadn’t seen for some time—like pre-COVID era—and looked forward to a special get-together for lunch at a spiffy restaurant in Waikiki.
But first, I had a physical therapy (PT) session scheduled at an orthopedic center not far from my hotel. Just last week, my car got rear-ended at a stoplight, and was advised to visit an orthopedic center for evaluation and possible physical therapy.
Since this was going to be my first visit, I had no idea of what to expect or how to prepare. I assumed that the PT would include a few backstretch exercises and some lower back massage—not much more. So I gave little thought to appropriate clothing like a t-shirt and running shorts. Instead, my mind was on how to “dress to impress” for my friend who I dated back in Korea. He was special in that he shared my passion for beautiful lingerie, especially garter belts, sheer panties, and luxurious nylons.
For the lunch date, I picked out a light pink garter belt, matching transparent high-cut panties, and a pair of my favorite Hanes RHT stockings in Town Taupe. A pair of 2” heels with clear vinyl completed the ensemble. I especially love showing off dark RHTs in public while I’m out and about.
From the hotel closet, I picked out a diaphanous white wrap dress with a pastel floral pattern—perfect for the warm summer in Hawaii. The dress was a little on the short side ending above my knees—but my stockings, size 9-½ long, extended high up my long, slim legs, so the dark welt would not obviously show. I turned quickly in front of the full-length mirror and saw myself twirling the light dress and flashing my nylon-sheathed lithe legs. I expected that I would draw some attention while walking along Kalakaua Avenue, the main street of Waikiki where most tourists casually stroll in shorts and bikinis.
It was a short 10-minute taxi ride from my hotel to the orthopedic center and I arrived just before my 9 a.m. appointment. At the reception desk on the 6th floor, I completed several forms with my medical history and description of my complaint. The PT staff assigned to me was a hunky young guy named Jeff who was dressed in a tank top and running shorts. He obviously worked out regularly and was a fine specimen of physical fitness and good health. Jeff led me into a side room to begin the one-hour session.
“May I call you Hye-Jin? That’s a beautiful Korean name. Please call me Jeff.”
“Yes, Jeff, Hye-Jin is fine. My parents told me it means “bright and precious.”
He quickly perused my medical history and asked me some basic questions. “So, I see that you were rear-ended recently. How do you feel now? Any pain or discomfort anywhere?”
I replied, “I don’t believe I have whiplash, but I read that many rear-end victims have lower back issues, something that was news to me.”
Jeff said, “Yes, although whiplash is less common now because of major improvements in car safety standards, lower back pain can be an issue. My job today is to see whether your lower back muscles were stressed by the sudden forward movement of your car seat. We’ll begin with some stretching exercises and assess where to focus my attention. Are you ready, Hye-Jin?”
“Yes, let’s begin. Thanks.”
“First, please get up on the side of this table. You can remove your shoes and place them next to your belongings. Here, let me help you.”
Jeff kneeled down, gently held my right ankle, and slipped off my heels; then he held my left ankle and removed my other shoe. He took his time as he seemed to be enjoying the feel of my silky stockings. I then pulled myself up on the table, the kind you see in physicians’ offices for examinations.
My dark RHT heels and toes were in full display. As I looked down, the bright light above reflected off of the sheen of 15-denier fine nylons and silvery garter clasps under the sheer fabric of my dress. Perhaps Jeff was wondering why I didn’t come to the therapy session in yoga pants or shorts. Never mind, I thought. I enjoyed the chance to make his day with a rare sighting of real stockings in a totally unexpected setting.
“Hye-Jin, you are wearing unusually fine clothing for a PT session. I really like your light summer dress and dark hosiery. Are you sure you don’t want to change into something more comfortable?”
“Jeff, I really don’t mind at all. I’m actually dressed for lunch at a nice restaurant in Waikiki. I planned to treat my date by dressing up fancy. So let’s get started.”
“OK, Hye-Jin, the first thing we will do is to apply a heat pack for your lower back. Swing over to your left and lie down so that your head is supported by the pillow and your back is on this hot pack.”
Jeff placed his arms under my lower legs and gently lifted them onto the end of the table.
“Are you comfortable now? Make sure that the heat pack is in the small of your back. Now we will elevate your legs to a 90-degree position to maximize the contact between your lower back and heat pack.”
Jeff then slipped a small stool under my lower legs and lifted them onto the stool. My nylon-covered legs were now resting on the stool, fully exposing my legs all the way to my crotch.
“One more thing, Hye-Jin, you need to spread your feet to the width of your shoulders so that your lower back is stretched instead of being compressed. Stretching is key to effective treatment.”
He then held my stockinged feet and moved them apart a couple of feet into the proper spread position. As Jeff stood at the foot of the table, I could only imagine what was going through his head with an open view of my sheer, nearly transparent white panties.
My dress had slipped down to my hips and exposed my dark stocking welts and garter straps. The entire scene was amply illuminated by the bright overhead exam lights—like spotlights on the star of the show.
“Hye-Jin, I thought you were wearing pantyhose, but I see that you’re dressed in a fancy garter belt and fine RHT stockings. I wasn’t prepared for this!”
Behind me, other patients and PT staff walked by the open door and were enjoying the unfolding scene inside. Jeff closely supervised my posture and position as I felt the heat pack slowly warming my lower back muscles.
“Hye-Jin, let’s see how you’re doing. Let me see if you can feel any stretching in some key parts of your legs.”
Jeff then moved to my side and reached behind my upper thigh which was vertical to the table. He stroked the back of my thigh with his firm hand and fingers.
He asked, “Do you feel stretching in this area?” He ran his hand down my thigh from my knee all the way to my crotch and kneaded the back of my thigh as he moved down.
I felt light-headed as his strong hand stroked my stockinged leg, over the stocking top, along the garter strap, and touching the gusset of my panties. My juices were beginning to flow as he lovingly caressed my leg. It wouldn’t be long before he would feel the juice-soaked nylon fabric if he got any closer to my love hole.
“Mmm, yes, I feel my leg stretching all the way down my back. The heat pack feels wonderful.”
Jeff moved to my other side and checked how well the stretching was progressing with my left leg. This time, he lingered longer along my stocking, paused at the stocking top, toyed with the garter clasp and strap, and moved closer to my nylon-covered cunt. The edge of his hand moved back and forth between my legs, teasing my cunt which was already close to bursting. The heat pack further added fuel to the fire inside me, as if my whole groin was burning.
As Jeff removed the stool, he said, “OK,” you did well in this first exercise. We will next try what we call “bridging and walking.” This is another exercise to strengthen your core to offset any stressed back muscles. Let’s get you into position. Place both of your hands palm down on the table by your sides. Position your feet with both knees up and spread about the width of your shoulders. Then lift your butt off of the table a couple of inches. Can you feel the effect on your abs and hip area?”
I did as instructed. I guess this was the “bridge.” I realized that with my feet apart and knees up, everything was fully exposed even more and that Jeff was getting another dick-raising sight. Jeff adjusted my knees until they were upright. My dress hem slid down my thighs again exposing the brightly lit stockinged legs and pussy covered by the thinnest of sheer nylon fabric. I sensed a wet spot forming through the gossamer gusset.
“Now hold that position for five minutes. It’s OK to drop your butt and rest. But I also want you to “walk” during the exercise by lifting one leg at a time a couple of inches above the table. If you get tired, alternate your legs. Got it?”
Again, my legs were wide open at the knees as I lifted my butt off of the table and alternated leg lifts. Jeff continued standing at the end of the table observing how I was doing. He occasionally leaned in and repositioned my knees which were getting too close to each other.
Jeff hopped onto the table and kneeled between my extended knees. He reached in under my dress to the small of my back to raise my butt. Knowing how he could see everything in close-up detail and enjoy the glorious view made me super horny. It was another long five minutes, but I wondered what else Jeff had in store with the remaining time in our session.
“Hye-Jin, you are an amazing patient—the best ever. You are doing so well with these exercises. Now we will move on to “hamstring stretching,” another way to relieve lower back stress. First, lie down flat on your back. Second, take this strap and hold it tight with both hands. Then, loop the strap around your right foot like this.”
Jeff placed the end of the strap around my right foot while holding my ankle. He placed a hand on my knee and straightened my leg. I could immediately feel my hamstring muscle stretching. He ran his hand down the back of my stocking-sheathed leg from ankle to upper thigh, checking the tension along the hamstring. As he stroked my upper thigh, he asked, “can you feel the stretching?”
“Oh, yes, my hamstring feels stretched out.”
“Now, lift your leg as high as you can manage. This will help with the stretching.”
My right leg was now lifted at almost 45 degrees from the table with my hands tightly holding the strap. Again, my dress slid all the way down to my hips. From my position, I had a clear view of my stockings gleaming in the bright overhead lights. I imagine Jeff had an even better view from his angle, and perhaps had a raging hard-on and pre-cum staining the front of his shorts. I didn’t know if I was imagining things, but it seemed there were more people walking by our room to see what was going on inside.
After a few more minutes, Jeff repeated the exercise by switching to my other leg. Again, he slowly stroked his muscular hands along my leg to check positioning and tension. This time, he made sure to stroke my inner thigh down to the inside of my crotch.
“Is everything all right, Hye-Jin?” he asked. “Bear with me, but we will next try some leg massage to loosen up some key muscles. After this series, we’ll be almost finished.”
“For the next group of exercises, may I hang up your dress before you lie down? You will feel more comfortable.”
“Sure!” I said as I imagined being practically naked in front of this hunky guy. I slipped off the quick release waist strap which promptly opened the wrap dress, revealing my breasts, garter belt, sheer panties, and dark RHT stockings. Wrap dresses are so comfy and convenient, I love them.
With a huge smile and approving eyes, Jeff said, “Hmmm, you’re such a delightful patient. Now, please turn over and lie face down. It may be more comfortable to place your head in this special face rest I’m inserting.”
Jeff positioned my head in the face rest and adjusted my legs. He stood on the side of the table and grasped my right thigh at my stocking tops. His strong hands gripped my thighs and worked the muscles up and down the back of my thighs with his thumbs pressing along the center line.
“Hye-Jin, how does this feel? Am I catching the right trigger points to release the tension in your leg and back?”
“Ohhh, your hands feel so wonderful. I didn’t know there were so many pleasurable pressure points.”
His hands explored the nether regions of my upper thigh, brushing by my nylon-covered pussy each time. Every time his hands stroked my stocking, I felt light-headed. He then moved down to my calf, applying shiatsu pressure down the center. That felt exquisite! The piece de resistance was the foot massage, applying steady thumb pressure on countless trigger points on my sole. I didn’t know there were so many sensitive spots in my foot. Jeff also seemed to relish the satiny feel of my RHT stockinged feet.
“Hye-Jin, I have massaged so many legs and feet of beautiful women, but you, by far, possess the most fabulous legs and feet impeccably adorned with finest stockings. I hardly consider this work.”
“Jeff, I have been petted and stroked by many dates, but you are the master of sensuous massage and therapy. You know all the pleasurable pressure points and you’ve barely touched the most hot-and-bothered part of me. You know, right, that I cannot wait much longer?”
“I’m getting there gradually so as to not rush things. It’s the anticipation that builds up to an uncontrollable eruption of the senses.”
It took another few minutes to repeat the leg massage on my other leg, and by then, I was ready to pounce on him and end the agonizing suspense.
“One more thing before we flip you over onto your back—I want to work on your hip area where the glutes can tighten after a stressful impact. I want you to scoot down so that your tummy is at the foot of the table with your legs down on the floor.”
I moved down the table until my feet were on the floor and my open butt faced Jeff. Now my bottom faced the doorway, shielded only by Jeff’s muscular body. Anyone walking into the room would be treated to a rear view of my stocking-clad legs, garter straps, and my shaved pussy covered only by the scantiest panties. I felt like my juices were now freely flowing, perhaps darkening my stocking tops. Jeff discreetly closed the door to protect my modesty.
“OK, now we’re in the correct position for me to use acupressure on the sacroiliac area and key trigger points on the gluteus maximus. You will feel some pleasant sensations as I press and release pressure on these trigger points. I will also apply Shibari, a water-based personal lubricant to enhance the massage. This water-based liquid is lightly scented with lavender and will dissipate after the massage is over.”
Jeff now stood at the foot of the table and moved my feet apart so he could apply pressure on my upper hips. He slowly poured some Shibari on my lower back and panties. As he leaned on my butt, he proceeded to rub my lower back using a Swedish-style technique. The lavender scent was heavenly and soothing as he spread the fluid on my back and butt. Some of the Shibari flowed into my ass crack and crotch, adding to the juices already flowing. I could feel his hardened prick against my ass crack rubbing along my crotch.
Jeff then worked the hip area with Swedish-style rubbing across the muscle groups in the butt. He poured a little more Shibari on my already soaked panties as he worked on the tight kinks. He inserted his wet hands into my crotch and slid them along the insides of my thighs, slithering dangerously close to my asshole and cunt.
Jeff then used his thumbs to press upon the main target, two depressions on the hip. His shiatsu technique alternated pressure and release, each cycle causing a pleasurable pain followed by heavenly relief. I could feel my lower back easing up from the combination of soothing Swedish rubbing and shiatsu pressing. Between the light-headed euphoria resulting from the sensual Shibari massage and therapeutic shiatsu massage, I totally lost track of time and place.
“Hye-Jin, now please get back on the table and turn over so that I can work on your shins, the front of your upper thighs, and lower abdominals which can get very tight and affect your posture.”
Jeff guided me as he turned me over on the table. He studied my body which was displayed full-frontal under the bright exam lights. He alighted onto the table and kneeled between my splayed legs. First, Jeff pulled up one knee to an upright position as my foot slid into his nylon running shorts against his hardened dick. He grasped my upper thigh above my stocking top and pulled it tight against my calf. He then lifted my leg above his shoulder and pushed my leg up, stretching my hamstring. My stocking brushed against his rough, unshaven face as he slid his hands up and down the length of my leg—sending shivers up my spine
Laying my legs down again, he poured more Shibari on my leg from my feet to my crotch. Jeff pressed his thumb along my oiled shins from ankle to my knee. I could feel the electric jolts up to my torso. He continued to my upper thighs and pressed along the center line, sending more pleasing signals to my brain, especially as his expert thumbs slid along my stockings, lubricated by the slippery Shibari.
“Hye-Jin, I will now work on your lower abdominal muscles to relax the stressed muscles and loosen your back muscles. Relax as I do my magic on you.”
“Jeff, you’re already doing wonders for me, from head to toe, and into my stimulated hot spot. Keep going.”
He positioned himself between my spread legs and poured more slithery Shibari on my abdomen and groin. He placed his sculptured hands just above my pussy and began kneading along the lower abdominal muscles which were covered by my oiled transparent panties, then down toward my steaming cunt.
He teasingly stroked my panties before sliding his hands along my waiting slit. I couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy, eyes closed and imagining his growing manhood entering me. His fingers easily slid upon my soaked panties, then under the edges to probe the moistened honeypot. Finally, he plunged his middle finger into my anxiously awaiting gash. He expertly worked his finger like a bee sucking nectar until I exploded inside and a seismic rush engulfed my brain.
Jeff slowly withdrew from my pussy and moved his hands to my bare breasts. He began kneading them as I collected myself while the mind-numbing wave receded. His bulging dick pressed against my soaked pussy as he leaned forward to massage my firmed breasts. It was soothing after play following the intensive mind-shattering eruption.
“Jeff, this is the most enjoyable PT that I’ve ever had. I should get rear-ended more often.” As soon as I said that, I realized that Jeff might take me up on that accidental remark. Little did I know that the next exercise would fulfill my final fantasy of being rear-ended in another manner. I got the distinct feeling that Jeff was now improvising on the fly as he dared to push the envelope with therapeutic treatments of this ravishing Korean beauty.
“Finally,” prompted Jeff, “we will try stretching on all fours. Turn around, move back toward the end of the table, and get on your knees and elbows—all fours. To finish the stretching portion of today’s session, you will stretch your lower back muscles with this simple routine.”
As instructed, I turned over and positioned my feet near the end of the table, facing the door, and placed my elbows on the table. I could already feel my lower back stretching nicely.
Jeff then got on the table and positioned himself behind me. I could feel the heat of his body as his crotch touched my butt. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me toward him. I had not expected this kind of “rear-end” job, so it was a perfect surprise.
“Now, lower your head until it touches the table and put your weight on your elbows. Slowly slide forward on your arms and shift your weight in front. You will feel increased tension on your lower back to counteract the shift. Now let me adjust your hip position to maximize the effectiveness.”
Jeff was kneeling between my legs which were being pushed apart as he moved closer. He moved his hands onto my hips to guide my body into the proper position. I felt something hard entering my crotch area—his engorged dick. As he shifted back and forth, up and down, his dick was rubbing my throbbing pussy. My juices were flowing and lubed his sliding dick. I was also raising and lowering my hip in synchronized rhythm—two bodies moving as one.
His hands then shifted to my firm breasts unhindered by any bra on this warm summer day. His fingers encircled my globes and caressed my nipples. Round and round, his hands circled my breasts while his dick stroked my overflowing cunt. I was all ready for his giant dick to fuck me from behind, but the one-hour timer suddenly went off, buzzing us out of our reverie.
Jeff eased off as he reluctantly ended this initial session designed to assess my lower back condition and recommend appropriate therapeutic treatment.
“Hye-Jin, you did remarkably well for the first session. I recommend that you continue this treatment for at least four weeks, twice a week, and see how you progress.”
“Jeff, you’re the best therapist ever! I’ll be back in a couple of days for the next session. Next time, I won’t have a lunch date waiting, but not to worry. I won’t be coming in yoga pants.”
“Hye-Jin, I look forward to our next session. Meanwhile, I’ll evaluate the therapies we tried today and see if I can improve on your treatment. Here, let’s get your dress back on.” Jeff gathered my dress off the rack and held it behind me. I inserted my arms into the sleeves, wrapped the dress around me, and secured the waist sash with a bow knot. As I slipped on my shoes, Jeff came up behind me and grasped my shoulders under my long, flowing hair. He kneaded the top of my shoulders and said, “You’re a little tense in the neck and shoulder areas. Next time, I can see if you have any minor whiplash problem before we focus more on your lower back area.”
"Sure thing, Jeff. I’ve read that whiplash symptoms may not show up immediately, so I’d appreciate that.”
Jeff, still standing behind me, wrapped his arms around me. His hands enveloped my still firm breasts, then moved down to my waist, then crotch. One hand reached down to my groin and delicately stroked my pussy through transparent panties. “Hye-Jin, I have never met anyone as beautiful and sexy as you are. You are a God-send. I hope next time I can give you an even better PT session.”
He gave me a sweet, gentle kiss on the back of my neck, then turned me around and planted a luscious kiss on my waiting lips. If it weren’t for the lunch date, I would have scrapped my plans for the day and enjoyed more time with the best therapist ever!
“Jeff, I’ll see you soon! And I’ll come better prepared for another stimulating PT session.
“OK, Hye-Jin, I’ll be waiting. But one hour won’t be long enough….”
