Massage Story

The massage parlour was typical. A small shop in a Bangkok soi, list of services in the window and a couple of girls sat outside greeting the men who passed by. It looked cleaner than most though, and the girls were more reserved in their greetings, i.e. not hailing you from 50 yards away. So I went in.

Inside was a counter and behind that a number of empty chairs intended for customers wanting a foot massage. One of the girls had followed me in, and she clearly did not think I was that sort of customer.

'Massage in VIP room, 500 baht' she said, while handing me a menu card for form's sake.

I said OK and we went upstairs. There were two 'VIP rooms', small but clean and nicely decorated, each with a high massage table and a shower in the corner. The girl gave me a towel, and told me to shower first. She went off back downstairs.

When I'd finished my shower the girl had returned with her bits and bobs. She'd also changed into a white halter top and loose baggy khaki pants. She took my towel off me and I lay down, naked, on my front on the table. Lastly she made some adjustments to the air-con, dimmed the lights and cued in some quiet Thai-style music.

Then we began. For the first few minutes she concentrated on my ankles and calves, but it wasn't long before I recognised I'd come to the right place. As she moved up my thighs her hands started to move closer to my balls, just brushing them at first, then staying longer in the gap between thigh and scrotum. When she got to work on my buttocks she slid her hands down my crack to my ball sack, steadily diving deeper until her fingers reached my penis. Even as she moved up my back and to my shoulders, her hands regularly swept back to my nether regions.

When the time came to turn over my penis was half hard, and the girl would soon see to improve on that. Once again she started on my ankles, but as she worked up my legs her hands started to brush my penis, on the right and on the left. By the time she was working on my chest her hands were sweeping over my penis, which was now fully hard and springing up.

And then she stopped.

'Would you like special service now?'

I asked what she had in mind.

'Everything is 2000. Hand is 500, body to body top only is 1000, and body to body everything off is 1500.'

She seemed a little disappointed when I suggested just top off only, but she stripped off the halter top to reveal two perky little breasts with deep brown erect nipples. Then she bounced onto the massage table to continue.

At first she just brushed her breasts lightly over my belly, followed that up with brushing my penis. Then she took my penis in her hand and worked the tip over her nipples. This was nice but wasn't dealing with the ache I was starting to feel. That ache was dealt with a little better when she started to slide her chest over my belly and squeeze my penis. But she always held her weight back slightly, and, involuntarily, I started to push up to get the pressure I wanted. After I'd made a few upward thrusts she sat back on her heels.

'You want sex now?', she asked with a smile.

Well, yes. The little minx knew her business, and knew that although masturbation is nice, a man could usually be got to a point where only penetration into a woman's body will satisfy. But from here on the story falls outside the Solo Touch guidelines.