She said I could come to the front desk when ready so I sat there, all relaxed in my skimpy, loose linen shorts and enjoyed my tea in the near dark while harp music played gently from somewhere overhead.I finished my tea, got dressed in a snap and returned to the seemingly harsh light of the lobby to settle up my bill.I complied and she placed a small towel over my eyes just before she began rubbing me down again with oil across my chest and shoulders.I kinda felt like a sedated gorilla getting examined by the Vet at this point.
After what seemed like 20 minutes she made her way up my shoulders and then did some awesome moves with my arm and lower-calves that was somewhere between pain and joy at the same time.I really had to remind myself that maybe that’s frowned upon in these sort of establishments.But it just didn’t seem right she was making me feel good and I wasn’t returning the favor.For some reason that probably only women can understand.. I even stopped in there about two months ago to ask a few questions but until today never got a massage from a legit massage professional.having a stranger grope you is better than the maid doing it. At least the maid I know her name and am already paying her to show up and do stuff around the house anyway. So there’s this massage place I pass all the time near my house. So today, after first getting a haircut and some late breakfast I finally decided to just face my fears and walk in for a massage. She asked me to sit for a moment and soon returned a different girl, a fairly attractive Filipina.. After patting my feet dry with a towel she gave me a clean set of slippers and gestured for me to enter “beyond the curtain”. As I entered my eyes had to adjust to the low light.