I walked in trying to appear as if I’d done this a thousand times. I perused their menu of various massage techniques.. slender of about 90 pounds from behind the curtain. There were about a dozen massage locations, separated by nicely decorated bamboo and linen curtains, each with a sash, all very nicely decorated with some gentle music playing softly.none of which I was familiar with, and told the gal at the counter I’d like a 1 hour Swedish massage. She set a wide wooden bowl with warm water and flowers floating in it at my feet, slipped off my street sandals and upon placing my feet into the large bowl, began to wash my feet. The entire room was dimly lit with candle-lite and smelled of lilacs.
She asked me to sit up, left and returned with a tray upon which was a cup of hot tea with some flowers.
I guess that’s how they let you know they are done.
For some reason that probably only women can understand.. I even stopped in there about two months ago to ask a few questions but until today never got a massage from a legit massage professional.
having a stranger grope you is better than the maid doing it. At least the maid I know her name and am already paying her to show up and do stuff around the house anyway. So there’s this massage place I pass all the time near my house. So today, after first getting a haircut and some late breakfast I finally decided to just face my fears and walk in for a massage. She asked me to sit for a moment and soon returned a different girl, a fairly attractive Filipina.. After patting my feet dry with a towel she gave me a clean set of slippers and gestured for me to enter “beyond the curtain”. As I entered my eyes had to adjust to the low light.
This was when I felt my shorts get pulled down with a swift motion and her hands began to oil and massage my exposed cheeks. I hadn’t been oiled up and groped like that since, well.. But that was a different situation that didn’t involve business. I figured, “” After a bit of that, she still hadn’t stopped although she was massaging my lower back as well and that felt really good too.
I barely got 20 seconds to see this girl before she asked me to strip down and now.. It was at this point I really, really felt that the proper thing to do was to roll over, lay her down and give her some pleasure in return.
She said I could come to the front desk when ready so I sat there, all relaxed in my skimpy, loose linen shorts and enjoyed my tea in the near dark while harp music played gently from somewhere overhead.
I finished my tea, got dressed in a snap and returned to the seemingly harsh light of the lobby to settle up my bill.
The imbalance of pleasure seemed unnatural, but I restrained my baser urges and let her have her way with me.
After what seemed like 20 minutes she made her way up my shoulders and then did some awesome moves with my arm and lower-calves that was somewhere between pain and joy at the same time.
The girl at the counter asked if I had anyone waiting for me at home, “.”, I replied.