The receptionist of a random Thai massage business I contacted started by explaining that 'extras' were not available and, when I asked what this meant, she replied 'hope you understood'. Not really, was my thought but, as I desperately needed my back sorting out, I booked for an hour that evening.
The lady who greeted me later was perfectly polite when I arrived, explaining in broken English that I would need to wait a little while as things with the previous customer had overrun a little.
I wondered if this meant that she would be my masseuse or if it would be someone else, perhaps someone still occupied with the previous customer. I hoped not as the lady who greeted me was a vision of loveliness, a petite, beautiful, Thai lady with a beaming smile of bright white teeth and a figure that commanded attention where her timidity left it unclear if any attention was welcome. I reminded myself that I was here for a professional massage.
I sat and waited for a couple of minutes before she appeared again and asked me to follow her. Apparently, the previous customer was taking a while so I was offered the opportunity to relax whilst I waited in a spa bath that, as I entered the room, was being drawn. Slightly presumptive but an opportunity few would probably refuse. She asked if I would turn the taps off once I was happy with the bath, explaining she would return as soon as she could.
The room smelt beautifully of a blend of citrus and ginger that was apparently coming from the bath. The room itself was quite simple with this large bath taking up part of the room, with a sofa I was now putting my clothes on to and finally a massage table draped in a Thai batik that looked to be almost double bed sized occupying the rest of the room. The soft lighting muted the details but it all appeared clean, well made and ordered plus there were a few certificates and pressure point or muscle charts on the wall giving an air of authenticity.
I had been installed in the bath for a few moments and had selected a mode on the bath for bubbles I liked when my mind turned to my situation. What sort of massage was I in for? Would my back ache be cured. Was this respectable veneer just that, a cover for something seedier. What did the exchange on the phone mean.
The water was warm, the bubbles and jets were already soothing my back and the scent from the bathwater was relaxing and calming.
The door opening shocked me a little, enough to make me wonder if I had dropped off, as I pulled myself up in to sitting position.
"I am so sorry for the delay sir. No extra charge for bath in case you wonder, this is my fault you wait."
As she spoke I became aware of my nakedness in the water where, despite the bubbles, I was probably showing more than I should so I quickly moved my hands to cover myself.
"Please, I will be one more moment so, relax, and then we begin."
I went back to lying on my back in the bath with my head rested on a flannel. 'So, it sounds like she will be my masseuse' I thought. After a brief wait, where I'd started to wonder more about what ' no extras' meant beyond a bath, there was a knock on the door and the lady returned.
"Please stay where you are. I get things ready for you here."
I turned my head briefly to see her positioning towels on the side and, shortly afterwards, I was surprised when hands cupped my neck and she asked me to "sit up a bit. I get behind you." And first one leg the another slide down each side of me as she slid, naked, in behind me.
She pulled me back on to her chest such my head rested directly between each of her modest breasts. She started to massage my shoulders, neck and back of my head with firm strokes that had a thoroughly relaxing effect on me. The massage provided a short distraction from my situation but, after a while, I started thinking about where I was...
I was naked, in a bath with an equally naked, beautiful Thai lady who was massaging my head during which I could feel her breasts and perky nipples and, every now and then, her bush tickle the base of my spine. I started to feel excited by the situation but I also didn't want to get carried away and misinterpret a generous and innocent bath massage as more than that. Soon her hand strokes where incorporating the front of my shoulders as well as my upper chest which felt as good as the neck and head massage. I didn't know what to do with my arms and hands so I put them on each side of the bath but they were immediately taken by the hands and pushed on to her thighs, removing the obstruction I had just created.
"I hope you like." She asked.
"Yes, this is lovely and relaxing", I replied.
"I not finished yet. No customers later so I time to say sorry for keeping man waiting."
"Really, it's no problem but I am very happy with this bath so, take your time."
"OK. I see you happy" she replied which I thought was a strange use of words before I looked down and noticed what she may have meant as my cock had firmed up a bit and was flopping around and waving through the bubbles around my waist.
"Oh sorry." I said quietly.
"No problem. I like. It say he happy too." She replied giggling gently into my ear.
Soothing my head again she pulled my head back on to her breasts before developing her strokes to again include my chest, and with each rotation, she moved her hand further down my torso until she found my cock and grabbed it firmly around the shaft, holding it for a while, rubbing it a few time, before rotating her strokes back up my torso, to my neck, head and then back again. After a few minutes of this my cock was a hard, hard pole, throbbing and upright showing well clear of the bubbles how red and strained it now was.
"You have nice big one and hard, so hard" she whispered into my ear as she wanked me a few more times than before, pulling it forward so we could both see the weeping slit on the top of it.
The charade of decency had left the room a while ago so, feeling emboldened, I moved my right hand up her thighs in a rubbing motion, climbing higher and towards her sex with each movement. I soon found her pussy and gently pushed my finger along her lips, discovering how warm and wet she was there. My arm was at an awkward angle, but I persisted with my rubbing whilst she carried on with her rotations that included a little more attention to my cock than the other parts of my body.
"Urm, that nice sir. You gently. I like." She said softly into my ear whilst moving her hips so that she was almost at a right angle to me. I think the intention had been to improve my access to her, it certainly opened her up more to me, but it took a while before I found a pose where I could take advantage of the new position. I started mimicking her own movements and included her breasts, nipples, neck and pussy into my rotation.