I was preparing for a business trip to Singapore and colleagues told me the long trip was brutal. With an important meeting on Monday, I knew I would need Sunday to relax and prepare.
I thought going to a great Asian spa would bring me some zen. I found one on the Internet. It was in an old shophouse that had been remodeled. The interior shots were very zen, so I booked an appointment. That Sunday morning I went for a casual walk to my appointment. When I arrived the sign showed the spa was upstairs, so I walked up the flight of stairs.
The door sign stated "Ring the bell." About 30 seconds later this Singaporean guy answered and told me to come in. He said he was finishing up another client and asked me to wait in a room off the lobby. He explained it was to give his clients privacy. I thought "Privacy? It's just a massage, so why privacy? Did I come to one of those "special" massages?"
After five minutes he walked in with a towel. He told me to go take a shower and put my clothes in one of the lockers. Singapore is hot, I mean Hades hot. So the shower was going to feel great. When I came out I slipped on the robe in the room. Between the cool shower, new age music, and burning incense I was relaxing already.
He escorted me to a room with a large mat on the floor. There were these bars hanging from the ceiling and I guess I had a strange look on my face. He said the bars were for massages where he stepped on the client's back. Some of his older customers like that, but could not handle his whole weight. I thought "what a relief!"
I laid face down as he began oiling my legs. As he worked my thighs, his fingers grazed my balls. I thought "WTF!" Was that an accident? I quickly forgot about it as his fingers were magic. Just the right amount of pressure. He massaged my glutes which I had never had before. "Whoops! There goes those fingers grazing my balls again."
