23-05-2020, 07:31 PM
Continuation 7
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The next day we went up to the spa with Mark and Laila. Mark and I did not want to do much, so we decided to lounge about, have a few drinks, chat and accompany the girls if we can as they did their stuff. They came out in robes and went inside doing the usual foot spa and head massage, the usual stuff, while we men sat outside near at massage table for them to come out to us. ‘I had found a good masseur; Laila had asked for a massage by strong hands, to her all those female-masseur’s soft hands don’t cut it,’ Mark informed in a matter-of-factly manner. ‘You see men don’t usually massage female clients here, so it had to be specially arranged.’ I understood that he had to pay good money for that. So after an hour, the girls came out, giggling. Sahana was easy going, so it was possible she had managed to befriend a cold, unconcerned character such as Laila. Sahana did not want to have a massage. ‘We can’t afford it, we already spent a lot,’ she whispered to me in Bengali when she asked if she wanted a massage too, ‘anyways we have Subhas-kaka, our personal masseur,’ she said with a wink. I laughed at her naughtiness. I also realized she was not comfortable having a stranger touch her like that.
The masseur came out, Daniel, a Philippine, as he introduced himself and set the table. Then Laila opened her robe and gave us a twirl in her Bikini that she was wearing under her robe, the same one she was wearing yesterday at the beach. She got on to the table on her front and the masseur untied the knot of the bikini top at the back and the strings fell sideways. He went into his work as he poured oil onto her body and started massaging her back. After massaging her back, her went down to her legs, as he bunched the bikini bottom further into her ass crack exposing most if not all of her butt cheeks. With vigor he massaged, kneading her butt then rubbing his hands on her legs down to her foot it one motion. As her massage went on and we stared at Daniels performance and Laila’s body, Sahana who was sat beside me, leaned in and whispered into my ears, ‘Subhas-kaka’s is no way near Daniel’s talent.’
I turned myself away from Laila’s heavenly body being manhandled and looked at Sahana, ‘Subhas-kaka is probably a child in front of Daniel’s abilities,’ I said. I noticed Daniel had a hard on that had formed under his trousers, kept from going full mast probably because of his trousers and underwear. Sahana noticed it too, as I saw her stare at the cock hardening.
‘Let’s learn all we can from Daniel as we have to teach Subhas-kaka as we can,’ she said with a broad smile. I was confused as to what was in store for us once we got back.
Daniel used a lot of techniques, elbows, knuckles, fingertips to push into Laila’s back, legs, feet and ass. All this time Laila, who did not seem at all uncomfortable from getting a total body rubdown from a man she had never met before, was moaning every now and then. After fifteen minutes of massaging, it ended; Daniel helped her tie the knot of her top and helped her to get up. The women told us men to go to the private pool filled with hot spring water. While we were walking up to it, Mark pulled me aside, ‘Alright Ali, you have probably figured this by now,’ he said, ‘Laila and I am not married.’ I nodded.
‘I already figured that out,’ I said.
‘I was worried what you guys would have thought,’ he said, ‘whether you would have accepted or be friendly with us knowing that Laila is like a “pleasure companion”,’ he kept his hands on my shoulders and continued, ‘I don’t like the word escort, its degrading.’
‘You are like her sugar daddy?’ I asked.
He laughed whole heartedly, ‘of sorts,’ he replied.
We men got into this tiny pool, with water pouring in from a dragon statue’s mouth at one corner. We relaxed in the warm water and waited for the girls, and after a while saw them approach. Laila had washed off the oil and maybe Sahana was helping. They soon approached us, Laila was wearing her bikini that she was wearing and Sahana was still wearing that same robe. I in the hurry in the morning had not noticed what suit she packed and had forgotten to ask her. Scenes of Laila being rubbed down had occupied my mind for a bit and also her being an escort of sorts had made the thing even hotter.
***
The next day we went up to the spa with Mark and Laila. Mark and I did not want to do much, so we decided to lounge about, have a few drinks, chat and accompany the girls if we can as they did their stuff. They came out in robes and went inside doing the usual foot spa and head massage, the usual stuff, while we men sat outside near at massage table for them to come out to us. ‘I had found a good masseur; Laila had asked for a massage by strong hands, to her all those female-masseur’s soft hands don’t cut it,’ Mark informed in a matter-of-factly manner. ‘You see men don’t usually massage female clients here, so it had to be specially arranged.’ I understood that he had to pay good money for that. So after an hour, the girls came out, giggling. Sahana was easy going, so it was possible she had managed to befriend a cold, unconcerned character such as Laila. Sahana did not want to have a massage. ‘We can’t afford it, we already spent a lot,’ she whispered to me in Bengali when she asked if she wanted a massage too, ‘anyways we have Subhas-kaka, our personal masseur,’ she said with a wink. I laughed at her naughtiness. I also realized she was not comfortable having a stranger touch her like that.
The masseur came out, Daniel, a Philippine, as he introduced himself and set the table. Then Laila opened her robe and gave us a twirl in her Bikini that she was wearing under her robe, the same one she was wearing yesterday at the beach. She got on to the table on her front and the masseur untied the knot of the bikini top at the back and the strings fell sideways. He went into his work as he poured oil onto her body and started massaging her back. After massaging her back, her went down to her legs, as he bunched the bikini bottom further into her ass crack exposing most if not all of her butt cheeks. With vigor he massaged, kneading her butt then rubbing his hands on her legs down to her foot it one motion. As her massage went on and we stared at Daniels performance and Laila’s body, Sahana who was sat beside me, leaned in and whispered into my ears, ‘Subhas-kaka’s is no way near Daniel’s talent.’
I turned myself away from Laila’s heavenly body being manhandled and looked at Sahana, ‘Subhas-kaka is probably a child in front of Daniel’s abilities,’ I said. I noticed Daniel had a hard on that had formed under his trousers, kept from going full mast probably because of his trousers and underwear. Sahana noticed it too, as I saw her stare at the cock hardening.
‘Let’s learn all we can from Daniel as we have to teach Subhas-kaka as we can,’ she said with a broad smile. I was confused as to what was in store for us once we got back.
Daniel used a lot of techniques, elbows, knuckles, fingertips to push into Laila’s back, legs, feet and ass. All this time Laila, who did not seem at all uncomfortable from getting a total body rubdown from a man she had never met before, was moaning every now and then. After fifteen minutes of massaging, it ended; Daniel helped her tie the knot of her top and helped her to get up. The women told us men to go to the private pool filled with hot spring water. While we were walking up to it, Mark pulled me aside, ‘Alright Ali, you have probably figured this by now,’ he said, ‘Laila and I am not married.’ I nodded.
‘I already figured that out,’ I said.
‘I was worried what you guys would have thought,’ he said, ‘whether you would have accepted or be friendly with us knowing that Laila is like a “pleasure companion”,’ he kept his hands on my shoulders and continued, ‘I don’t like the word escort, its degrading.’
‘You are like her sugar daddy?’ I asked.
He laughed whole heartedly, ‘of sorts,’ he replied.
We men got into this tiny pool, with water pouring in from a dragon statue’s mouth at one corner. We relaxed in the warm water and waited for the girls, and after a while saw them approach. Laila had washed off the oil and maybe Sahana was helping. They soon approached us, Laila was wearing her bikini that she was wearing and Sahana was still wearing that same robe. I in the hurry in the morning had not noticed what suit she packed and had forgotten to ask her. Scenes of Laila being rubbed down had occupied my mind for a bit and also her being an escort of sorts had made the thing even hotter.
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