For a long time I could not share the enthusiasm of my environment for classical massages. And here I mean normal massages as you can get them in any wellness temple or fitness park. Just kneadding under neon light. Awful. I even got a coupon for Christmas for six treatments with a sports masseuse. I only went once then I already had enough. After all, I had no pain to cure, I felt fine. So just lie there for an hour so that someone can bend your bones? I had better things to do.
The aroma couples massage, finally something to enjoy
My attitude changed for the first time on holiday on a beautiful Maldives island. Almost lonely with my girlfriend, hanging around the beach all day long and doing nothing. But not quite: there was a hut where massages were offered. I let myself be talked into an aroma couple massage. Two masseuses, two beds, pleasant music and a pleasant breeze. It was a different kind of massage, far away from sports massage torture. It was a massage that one could really enjoy. Of course, there was nothing erotic about it, but when she massaged my leg, the thought went through my head for the first time, how it would be if her hands would touch my love stick by chance...
I had the same thoughts again two years later when I was in Shanghai with colleagues. We had visited massages several times - official, not dubious places. But there it happened for the first time that during the massage my balls were touched quite accidentally. With each massage I hoped that maybe there would be more to come. But it was not so. Still, just the thought of it slowly began to settle down in my brain.
Of course, I could have gone to a pertinent parlor at some point. But I didn't want that. In the end, it was all about the special kick, the kick of things suddenly and unexpectedly becoming erotic.
The salvation in Thailand
I was then rewarded in a double sense in Thailand. Some might say, "That's logical..." - but hold it. It was a normal looking massage house, beautifully furnished, smelling good and with masseuses in traditional uniform. In the entrance area tourists were given foot massages, those who ordered an oil massage were taken to the upper floor. There were countless beds, each separated by a curtain. Inside I had prepared myself to simply switch off for 90 minutes.
So the lady started as usual, first massaging my legs extensively. But after a while I felt her hand coming very close to my intimate area again and again. So close until she once stroked my balls quite clearly. Had I only been dreaming now? There, again! This time a fine strip over my shaft. Did she do it on purpose or was it somehow just a slip? My thoughts turned over in my mind. Again and again these special touches came, but otherwise she continued to massage as usual. The blood slowly began to boil and when she asked me to turn around, a slight erection could no longer be hidden.
Did she see that? After turning, she had immediately put the towel over my lumbar area again. It was a special mood, tingling feelings replaced relaxing massage movements. Also at the front side there was no clear touch, but my cock was still slightly stiff. When she returned to the centre of my body, I suddenly felt her hand stay longer between my legs. She caressed the testicles and stroked the root of the penis with her fingers. My pulse was racing, what will happen now? Very gently and as if it was the most normal thing in the world, she started to massage my cock. With the other hand she played with my balls. She did it with devotion and if it hadn't been so dark I might have been able to take a mischievous smile from her face.
After my climax she wiped the sperm away without comment and gave me another short head massage. And then it already came, the infamous "Finis mistel". Yes my goodness, what a special 90 minutes! Especially insofar as she didn't ask for a tip or extra charge. Which, as I found out later, is very unusual.
