Arrival in Thailand
Carol and I had been dreaming about visiting Thailand for quite a while and we finally made the decision to act on it.
A couple of months later, we finally committed to booking our flights from Florida to Chiang Mai International airport and reserve a luxurious stay at the Aleenta Retreat Chiang Mai, nestled in the serene beauty of the Chiang Mai Province.
From the start, our trip was not just about temples and street food, though we were excited for all of that, too. This trip was also about exploring new dimensions of intimacy, experiences we'd only whispered about late at night after sex. There was one experience that had piqued both our interests: that being a NURU massage.
We had seen NURU massage performed before, mostly in porn movies, long, sensuous massages where nude warm bodies slid against each other with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Carol, a lover of touch and deeply relaxing massage, was intrigued, as was I.
I have to admit, there was always something undeniably powerful in seeing Carol fully naked, exposed, receiving pleasure.
Carol and I both did our research on massage parlors months before arriving in Thailand. We had read that the most discreet yet thrilling spots for sensual massage experiences were often marked by a simple sign: the women outside. If the hostesses were dressed a bit sexier, a little more inviting, that usually hinted at a more intimate menu of services inside, including the legendary "happy ending."
We read online that Chiang Mai was the place to start. Known for its lively nightlife, massage parlors, and indulgence, it was a place where people went to step outside their normal boundaries.
The Allure of Loi Kroh Road
Upon landing we quickly checked into our hotel. It was an amazing hotel with all the amenities. We unpacked our luggage, had a romantic candlelit dinner for two and turned in early to start our adventure fresh.
The next morning, dressed casually, we ate breakfast, took each other's hand, and made our way to the hotel concierge to find out more about the area.
We weren't shy about our curiosity. We asked the concierge directly about NURU massage parlors with extra services. He confirmed what we'd suspected.
"Loi Kroh Road," he said, "has the highest concentration of massage salons where... you both can enjoy the full Thai hospitality."
We knew exactly what he meant.
Armed with that information, we hailed a taxi and traveled to Loi Kroh road.
We followed the rhythm of the street and soon found ourselves drawn to two names that we had seen online and in conversation: Absolute Paradise Spa and All About Touch. Both had a reputation among adventurous couples for offering professional, sensual services and an introduction to the more indulgent side of Thai massage culture.
We discovered that Loi Kroh Road wasn't just a hotspot for nightlife, it was the pulse of Chiang Mai after dark. The street pulsed with energy, lined with boutique hotels, Western-style cafés, and glowing signs for bars where laughter and flirtation spilled onto the sidewalks. It was vibrant, alive and humming with possibilities.
Most of the parlors we found weren't flashy or obvious tourist-traps. In fact, many of the most popular spots were tucked just beyond the main drag, in the quieter, northwestern stretches of town, a little more discreet and private.
After a brief discussion, Carol and I decided on "All About Touch" for our very first massage experience. The name alone hinted at intimacy, and the reviews online spoke of soft lighting, professional staff, and a truly unforgettable NURU massage.
This parlor also offered other specialty services: four-hand massages, tantric experiences, and even prostate massage, options that made the breath quicken just a little in both of us. But for now, we wanted to keep it simple.
When we arrived, the atmosphere was warm and softly lit, with quiet ambient music playing behind a silk curtain. We were greeted politely, then shown a discreet menu of services.
The pricing was straightforward, around 1,500 Baht, or just over $40 USD for the NURU body-to-body massage. The massage itself was the base, but we learned that "upgrades" could be added, extensions of the experience, tailored to each guest's preferences and comfort level. Many of the upgrades pointed to added sexual experiences.
There was no pressure. Just quiet smiles. Clear rules. And an invitation to explore... together.
First Touch: The NURU Experience
From the moment we first heard about it, the idea of a body-to-body NURU massage had intrigued both of us. Carol had brought it up several times during our flight to Thailand, her tone teasing but undeniably curious. We'd watched Do-It-Yourself videos, read reviews, imagined what it might feel like to be completely immersed in that kind of slippery, sensual touch.
So, when the moment finally came, we didn't hesitate.
We chose the NURU massage and added happy ending upgrades for both of us, unsure exactly what that meant, but eager to find out.
Carol had never been with another woman sexually, but she was a magnet for bisexual and lesbian females. She has a rocking hot body, a great set of tits and legs to die for. She has flexible body, amazingly flexible and when she practices Bikram yoga its quite a sexy sight to see.
Carol had ample opportunities to experience sex with another woman but each time turned the offer down saying she liked cock too much. Lucky for me.
I could tell that part of the NURU experience made Carol nervous and excited. She didn't say it outright, but in the way she bit her lower lip when reading the menu, and the glint in her eye when we talked about it, I could feel the anticipation building. And the thought of watching her explore that side of herself turned me on.
At the front desk, we were greeted by a petite, confident Thai female staff member who introduced herself as Lolita, though we both silently doubted that was her real name. Still, it suited the atmosphere.
She handed us a menu of services, her manicured finger gliding over the laminated list.
"I recommend Senz~ Diva, Dream Massage, and Daisuki," she said with a knowing smile.
Carol and I exchanged a look and took her advise.
Lolita led us into a dimly lit room, bathed in soft, golden hues. The air was warm and scented faintly of jasmine. Gentle ambient music played in the background, just enough to hush your thoughts and heighten your awareness.
The centerpiece of the room was sleek, cushioned shower tables glistening under the lights. Lolita gestured and spoke gently but firmly, pointing to a nearby shower stall.
"Take off clothes. Take shower now."
And so, we obeyed.
There was no hesitation. We stripped; our bodies warmed not just by the room's temperature but by the growing sense of anticipation. We stepped into the shower stall together, letting the warm water cascade over us, the closeness sharpening our desire. We kissed there, naked, wet, vulnerable, our lips tasting just a hint of the wine we had shared earlier in our hotel room.
After drying off, we were each handed a loose silk robe, light as air, which clung to our damp skin.
Then we noticed something else.
The massage area wasn't private. On our way through, we'd passed other couples and clients, some mid-massage, some completely naked and exposed. And our own area had no doors, just sheer curtains, and low partitions. We realized that others might walk past us or watch our experience from a distance.
For a moment, modesty tried to speak up.
But we looked at each other, and without a word, set it aside.
After all, this was why we came.
To step outside the lines.
Together.
The NURU Room
The moment had finally arrived.
Not long after we were escorted in, another woman joined Lolita, Lisa, she called herself, though we were certain, again, it wasn't her real name. Names didn't matter much in this space. It was all about sensation and surrender.
Both women were stunningly beautiful, petite, poised, with fluid grace and warm smiles. Without hesitation, they both began to undress. Their movements were unhurried and elegant, as though even this small act was part of the ritual.
They stood before us, completely nude, their skin glistening under the golden light. Each of them had small but perfectly shaped breasts with pointed petite nipples and tight asses. Everything about them was sensual and erotic.
Carol and I were both excited to experience a sexual release through massage, our bodies being rubbed by a naked soapy female. Could anything be more erotic?
Lolita gestured gently toward the shower tables, and her voice was soft but certain.
"You lie down now, face down too, hands by sides. We take care you, relax like baby."
Warm water flowed from overhead jets, and soon we felt the sensation of hands and skin, soft, slick, practiced. Lolita applied soap to her naked body, climbed onto my back laying stomach down on my back. I could feel her tits pressing into my back and sense her mound pressing into my ass. It was out of this world.
From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Carol. Lisa had turned the warm shower over her, and Carol's skin gleamed, her hair wet, her expression softened into a mix of surprise and surrender. The way Lisa moved against her, confident and close, was deeply sensual. Carol didn't resist; she welcomed it. What a sight, my wife naked with a beautiful soapy naked female laying on top of her.
The heat of these ladie's bodies was incredible, their skin slippery from the special soap gel that smelled faintly of citrus and jasmine.
