I nervously did and it seemed like ages before he returned.
He came back in the room and said get on the massage table face down quite forcibly, which surprised me and then put on the radio which was tuned to a local station. No sooner had my face hit the surface of the massage table he tugged at the towel which he’d told me to wrap myself in.
This completely threw me off track as Sri Lankan culture is quite reserved and all I managed to mutter was maybe.
He asked when and I said now if possible, seeing as there were so few guests in the hotel.
He flashed me a smile, picked up the phone and I presumed was calling for one of the girls from the beauty spa to come and collect me.
Matter of factly he asked was the massage any good. We left the next morning, and the staff lined up to bid us farewell.
I hardly acknowledged the barman/masseur but am sure I saw a swelling in his trousers, and vowed to return another year.
I knew then this was not going to be your average massage.
I was so worked up within minutes that I almost came on the spot as he firmly yet softly explored my calves, buttocks and and then he slowly and delicately touched my sack on the down stroke.But the next thing I knew he was applying massage oil along the backs of my legs, buttocks letting it drip between my crack.His strong hands then started to massage in the oil and almost immediately as his hands rubbed up my legs he let a thumb linger near my crack.I was left exposed and felt a mixture of vulnerability given this was my first massage experience, excitement, and eager anticipation.He started chatting to me which I hated – either you do a relaxing massage or we can have a chat in the bar. I said no and he replied are you looking for a girlfriend or boyfriend?The journey from our beach base had been quite hard – 4.5 hours in a minibus so I checked into my room and prepared to have a nap before dinner.