The young women behind the glass (like multicolored
tropical fish in an aquarium) looked enticing
in their body-accentuating dresses. Some sat
silently, watching the patrons look them over.
Others actively vied for attention, gesturing,
hiking their skirts ever so slightly, showing
more thigh than their competitors, some slowly
massaging the tops of their legs, while others
just smiled and looked you in the eye.
Cindy and I were in Thailand and were visiting
one of the renowned (or infamous) massage parlors.
We wanted to experience some of the attractions
that Bangkok is noted for.
We finally settled on two ladies for our experiences.
Cindy went with one for a traditional massage
and I with another for a massage that the Thai
call "Body/Body." I can't vouch for
Cindy's experience but here goes with mine...
After proceeding upstairs to one of the massage
rooms, the masseuse and I attempted some small
talk as she prepared for the rubdown. She didn't
speak any English or any other language I could
understand, and I didn't speak Thai or the Chinese
dialect of her home village. After a few puzzled
expressions and not a few laughs, we finally
exchanged names. Hers was Toi.
She indicated for me to remove my clothing
and began to clean the large tub. Her movements
were succinct and I enjoyed peeking at her anatomy
as she bent to her task. She straightened up
then adjusted the tap to very warm water before
motioning me towards her. She carefully removed
her garments, folding each before placing them
on a chair, then stood naked before me. I thoroughly
perused her body, starting with her feet, up
her legs, loins, belly, breasts, neck, and face
before she took my hands and helped me into
the warm water.
Toi grasped one of my ankles and pulled until
my chin just touched the surface of the water.
She hooked the heel of my foot over the lip
of the tub and began to cleanse my toes. Toi
leisurely caressed each toe, squeezing and pulling,
before moving to the ball of my foot. She glanced
up, from time to time, noting my eyes on the
dark areolas of her slightly swaying breasts,
and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her
mouth. She moved so that her nipple tickled
my toes as she scrubbed the top of my foot and
ankle. My state of arousal moved from being
in my mind to one of a more physical manifestation.
I couldn't resist wiggling my toes against her
nipple and pressing them into the softness of
her breast. I was rewarded with the crinkling
of her areola.
After Toi's vigorous kneading of the back of
my calf, she switched to my other foot. I reached
down and idly fondled my cock as she ministered
to me.
Upon completing the ablution of my lower legs
and feet, Toi climbed into the tub and knelt
between my legs. She repositioned my ankles,
on each side of the tub, and scrubbed my thighs
and the backs of my knees. She progressed closer
to my crotch and casually brushed against my
cock, inducing a small spasm with each contact.
She firmly grasped my cock and stroked it with
a small lump of soap taking special care around
the head. She moved to my scrotum, handling
it sensually, rolling the testes back and forth,
cleaning every wrinkle. Looking me in the eye,
she moved two fingers to bathe my anus.
Toi moved to my belly and chest, massage-scrubbing
all the while, and left me squirming when her
knees pressed up against my balls. Neck, armpits,
arms, hands, and fingers followed as I watched
dainty soap bubbles on her breasts pop and create
little rivulets seeking to join with the water
below.
She tugged on my arm and conveyed that I should
turn over. I was placed on my knees, holding
on to the end of the tub, my bottom up in the
air, my cock hard against my belly. Toi moved
my legs apart until my knees were pressed against
the sides of the tub. She scrubbed the cheeks
of my bottom and then cleaned my anus more thoroughly
than her previous foray there. I probably moaned
I don't remember. She scrubbed my back, her
breasts delighting me as they brushed against
the cheeks of my behind.
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