After an exhausting day at the market, we decide to treat ourselves to another massage, so Edwin and me head back to the leg/foot massage place for an aromatherapy body massage.
My masseur leads me to my cubicle and indicates for me to undress and leaves the room whilst I do so. I am not sure of the etiquette as I haven’t had a body massage before that involved oils, so I strip down to my pants and put a towel round me. When the masseur returns I say I am not sure about the underwear, and he just looks at me and says “OFF”.
So I am lying on my front, stark bollock naked, with nothing but a flimsy towel between me and my masseur. He works his way up my legs and that feels amazing and gradually he finds his way to the top of my legs and starts kneading my bum cheeks, I guess my clenching indicated for him to move along, and then starts working on my back, whilst sitting on my arse.
Anyway, I am drifting off to sleep for a bit and then it’s time to turn over. Holding up a very small postage stamp sized towel, he asks me to turn over and he lays the towel over my private bits, and starts on my shins and leg tops and then moved away from there and did my chest and shoulders and head, which was bliss enough for me not to think about the fact that there's not a lot covering me up.
I expect that if I'd wanted it, there could have been a 'happy ending' but I would probably have broken the “Shhh, Silence” rule posted on the door.
No comments:
Post a Comment