The massage started innocently enough. I could hear her squeezing the lotion onto her hand before she started lathering it all over my left calf. With a little bit of pressure as she worked on it, it sure helped soothe some of the tight muscles from all my walking around meeting my partners this morning.
“Is the pressure ok pak?” she broke the silence.
“Yes, it’s ok” I mumbled under my breath.
I was thinking of a question to continue on the conversation but thought the better of it; wanted to play it steady and build a gradual crescendo.
In such a comfortable position, my eyes begin to slowly but surely get heavy. My mind was beginning to drift to dreamland. The only sounds heard was the sloshing of the aromatherapy oil being lathered onto my legs, along with commentary of a football match coming from the tv. A soft “hmmm...” broke out from my mouth, acknowledging the relief and soothing feel.
What was THAT? The serene sensation I was feeling previously was suddenly being jolted.
There it is again! I was sure this time round that the previous incident was no accident.
At that point, the masseuse was massaging my thighs, starting from the joint at the calf, all the way up. I mean ALL the way up. To my groin area!
The feel of her fingers cum hand brushing against my balls underneath the towel covering my modesty was unmistakeable. My lil bro was slowly being stirred into life from its slumber.
Damn, I’m only 20 mins into my massage and already she’s making a move? Is she trying to quickly get me aroused so that she can just cut short the whole session?
Need to take evasive action quickly or I’m not going to get my money’s worth of the SGD50 massage.
“What’s your name mba?” I initiated project slowdown – to slow down the erection that was beginning to form in my neither regions.
(Quick note again for readers not familiar with Indonesia:
'Mba' is the term used to address a woman in the service industry i.e. waitress etc, whereas ‘Mas’ is the equivalent for a guy)
“My name is A. What’s your name?”
“Just call me kentot”
A: Pak kentot come from where?
K: Singapore
A: Here for work or holiday?
K: Work
A: Are you Malay?”
K: No... I’m Dutch
My reply drew a small giggle from A. Bingo! Ice was breaking nicely.
K: Yes I’m Malay. Why?
A: Singaporeans who come here for work either Chinese or Indian. You are the first Malay.
K: Oh really? So do I get a discount for being your first Singaporean Malay customer?
She broke into a spontaneous laughter.
A: Not discount but maybe I can give you something else.
Shit! Not the answer I wanted to hear as it caused more blood to begin flowing to my lil bro, causing him to spurt to life a little more. Evasive action, evasive action!
K: So how long have you worked as a masseuse?
A: About 3 years.
K: Wow! That’s quite long. You must be an expert by now. Where did you learn to massage?
A: We have a few weeks of training after which it’s more OJT. Pak Kentot, can you please turn around?
Apparently, A has completed massaging my back and now needs to move on to the other side. I tried to turn slowly, careful to hold on to the towel so that my modesty is kept intact. Once I managed to turn completely over, I eased myself into a comfortable position, now getting a better view of A up front. No sooner had I taken up my lying face up position, A grabbed onto the towel that I had painstakingly taken all efforts to not let slip and expose myself, and literally flicked it 1 meter up in the air before letting the towel rest back down to its earlier position. So much for all my trouble trying to keep my modesty.
I wonder if she did that on purpose? Was she trying to check my lil bro out to see how much more effort she has to put in before going in for the kill? Or was she getting turned on?