Visit to a Bangkok Massage Parlor

Visit to a Bangkok Massage Parlor This is a totally true story from several years ago. Back in 1974 a film was released titled “Emanuelle.” It was somewhat of a sensation because it was a more blatantly erotic movie than anything else in wide release back then. Some dubbed it “softcore pornographic.” The film starred Sylvie Kristal who made two more Emanuelle movies that were equally risqué. Additional cheap rip-off films were made trading on the Emanuelle name but only the first three are considered part of the true Emanuelle series. In one of these films, and I can’t remember which one, Emanuelle and her husband go to a Bangkok massage parlor where they are given what is called a “full body massage.” This type of massage involves laying on the massage table and having a beautiful petite Thai girl use her entire body to massage your body. When I saw this, I thought it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. About ten years later my wife and I and two other couples took a 24-day tour of Asia that included several days in Bangkok. I started joking with my wife that I was finally going to get an opportunity to experience a Thai full body massage. It became a running commentary for the several weeks before we left on our jaunt. When we finally got to Bangkok, we had one free day where we could either take some optional side tours or just spend the day on our own. We elected to just hang out. We had come back to the room from breakfast and were lounging around and my wife pointed out that now was the perfect time to get the massage I had been talking about for the past ten years. I laughed and said that it was a great fantasy, but I really was a bit overwhelmed by the realization of actually doing it. She said “Bullshit, that’s all you’ve talked about and dammit, you’re going to do it.” There was a book in the room that was filled with ads and listings of all the sights to see in Bangkok and she found a full-page ad for a massage parlor that listed full body massages as their specialty. My wife got on the phone and called them and confirmed that they actually performed the massage that I was looking for. She then told me to get in a taxi and go there. Well, I was a bit concerned about going to a place like that by myself. I called the room of one of the couples traveling with us and was told that both the other men were at the hotel gym. I went there and talked them into going with me. At first, they really didn’t want to go because they didn’t know what to tell their wives. I told them to just say they were going to have one of the famous Thai massages and eventually they agreed. We got in a taxi and gave the driver the name and address and he knew exactly where it was. It turned out to be a very long and slow drive. First it was clear across town and secondly Bangkok traffic has to be among the worst in the world. When we got there, from the outside the building appeared to be a former hotel. The taxi driver said he would wait for us which I found somewhat surprising. We went in and were greeted by the manager who spoke very good English. It definitely had been a hotel and we were in what was formerly a large lobby. There were a series of steps, about six steps high, built in a large S-shape that extended the full length of the lobby, about 50 feet. Arranged on the steps were maybe 30 girls although there was room for three times that many. But it was early in the day and the manager said the steps would be filled up later in the evening. The girls were dressed in a wide variety of clothing from jeans to cocktail dresses. The manager explained that each girl wore a badge with a number on it. If the number was preceded by a “B” it meant she gave the full body massages. When we first arrived in Bangkok our tour guide warned us to never accept a quoted price because they were always double what the real price was. But when the manager quoted us $100 for an hour and half, we didn’t even think about trying to negotiate and immediately agreed because it seemed so reasonable. By the way, everything about this place reeked of class. Nothing at all came across as sleazy or dirty. We set about picking out the girls we wanted. Rob, one of the guys with me, immediately zeroed in on a really beautiful girl who could have passed for a USC coed. Tight jeans, high heels, and a pretty white blouse. Dan, the other guy picked a girl who was ok but not the knockout that Rob chose. I found a girl who I locked in on mainly because she looked very young and had a really nice body and a very pretty face despite being devoid of any makeup. She didn’t need it. We gave the manager the numbers and he brought the girls out where they escorted us to what probably at one time had been the hotel registration desk. There were three women behind it, and they handed each girl a tray with several bottles on it and we paid for all three with one of our American Express cards. The girls escorted us to an elevator, and we went up a couple of floors. We got off the elevator into another sort of lobby area and stacked in a corner were a bunch of inflated air mattresses. Each girl grabbed an air mattress and led us to our individual rooms. The room had a fairly large round bed with a mirrored ceiling. Then a couple of steps led down from the bed to a large tiled area with a sunken tiled tub in one corner. The girl I was with could not speak a word of English while Rob’s USC coed spoke it as well as I do. Anyway, using sign language, she started undressing me, carefully folding each piece of clothing as it came off. Then she slipped out of her dress which was a one-piece affair that I think is referred to as a shift. She had no underwear on, and her little golden brown body was to die for. She started filling the sunken tub with water and took one of the bottles from the tray and sprinkled it in the water. It turned out to be bubble bath. After the tub was filled, she motioned for me to get in and then she followed me. She proceeded to use a loofa as well as a soft cloth to thoroughly wash me from top to bottom. Throughout the entire experience, both the bath and the massage, I found it interesting that while my privates were never overlooked, they really didn’t get any more attention than the rest of me. After finishing the bath, we got out and she hosed me down with a handheld shower head. Then she indicated that I should lay face down on the inflated mattress. Then, again taking one of the bottles from the tray that also contained a small bowl, she poured whatever it was into the bowl and using a spoon whipped it into a foamy white substance. Then she proceeded to smear the stuff, which was a type of lubricant, but not oily, all over the back of my body. Then the actual massage commenced. She started doing what would be a conventional massage not missing a single place on me to rub, knead and squeeze. Then she applied some of the foam all over the front of her body and proceeded to lay on top of me and start sliding all around all over me. It felt wonderful. Then she had me turn over and of course by now I was rock hard. Then she repeated the procedure again. Starting with conventional massage techniques and advancing to the full body massage. Again, feeling this supple young body sliding all over me, including my erect cock, was literally the most wonderful feeling in the world. But little did I know that the best was yet to come. She then proceeded to use her pussy to massage me. All over. She worked her pussy up and down my thighs, on my arms, even my shoulders. But the absolute ultimate was when she had me lay on my stomach and she straddled my neck and gave me a fantastic neck massage with her pussy. It was literally the most erotic experience of my life. Finally, the massage portion was over, and she fired up the flexible shower head and washed all the foam off of both our bodies. Next she got this big fluffy towel and toweled me dry and then herself. Then she motioned to the bed. I’ll be honest, I could have gone home right then and been totally satisfied. I was totally wrung out at that point and wasn’t even sure I had the energy for anything else. But I pulled myself together and climbed onto the bed followed by my little Thai princess. For some reason I had an overwhelming desire to go down on her. Now I knew there had probably been a thousand dicks or more in that pussy, but I didn’t give a shit. I got down between her legs and gave her sweet little pussy a serious tongue lashing. She maneuvered me into the 69 position and started sucking my cock. Finally, I just had to cum and wanted to finish off in her pussy so that’s what I did. It didn’t take long because I had been on the brink of an orgasm for the previous hour. I got another showering off and a brisk toweling and she helped me get dressed. We had used up our full 90 minutes and went down to the lobby. Rob and the USC coed were there but Dan had ordered a drink though the intercom system that was in each room, but they had screwed it up, so they gave him an extra 15 minutes. Rob and I spent the 15 minutes conversing with the USC coed. The two girls sat with us while we waited for Dan. I learned that my girl was 22 years old, what her name was (I’ve forgotten) and that she was from a farming community. Finally, Dan arrived and amazingly the three girls escorted us outside where another surprise awaited as our cab was still there. The girls gave each of us a hug and a kiss and off we went. I was very surprised and impressed with the attention we were given. I would have expected the girls to head straight back to the steps looking for the next customer. As soon as I got back to my room my wife wanted to know every detail. And I told her leaving absolutely nothing out. Normally, in our 25 years of marriage she was very jealous of other women. But for some reason, all my story did was get her hot as hell and despite the fact that when I walked back in the room, more sex was the absolute last thing on my mind. But before I knew it we were fucking away like two crazed sex fiends. It was probably one of the best fucks the two of us ever had. We were together about another five years before going our separate ways and we used to relive that Bangkok experience over and over. The thing that really killed me is my wife would have no hesitation telling the story to various friends leaving out nothing. It’s still one experience that will remain vivid in my mind for as long as I live. It was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had. The whole thing. The session at the massage parlor and then the follow-up back at the hotel. It’s all one experience in my mind. ######