luvs2lik
03-27-2007, 09:14 PM
This took place a few years ago on a trip to Bangkok, Thailand when I was about 40. I was walking around during the day, learning about the city, finding out where things were, etc. I was in an upscale, residential neighborhood where huge homes stood behind two-meter-high walls. One such property had its gates open and I saw a discreet little sign with Thai and English lettering – “Bangkok Spa”.
Intrigued, I walked in. A large garden with tall trees and lots of tropical plants including scores of orchids, hanging from trees or sitting in pots around the yard. I followed signs around the back of the modern, western-style house to find a second house. This one in traditional Thai style. The ground floor was completely open on all sides. The second or main floor was up a wide staircase. The entire structure was made of Asian hardwoods – mahogany, teak, etc. – oiled and hand rubbed. Beautiful. I saw several sets of shoes on the bottom step, so I removed my sandals and barefoot, ascended the stairs. At the top was a sort of landing with a door leading inside. I went in to the air-conditioned space.
A wooden table stood in the lobby. A young Thai woman, dressed in a stiff, white uniform, stood up from her chair behind the table, put her hands together under her chin (as if in prayer) and bowed slightly. This was the traditionally greeting known as a wei. I returned the gesture. She motioned to the chair at my side of the table and we both sat down. She said, “Angrit?” (Which I knew meant English.) I nodded yes. She handed me a small pamphlet which said ‘Treatments’ on the front.
I opened the menu and read through the several pages. Each service was explained in a short paragraph and there was a box to check indicating which services you wanted. A price was listed for each item. Time estimates were also listed, but a note at the end indicated that times were approximate and would be adjusted to each guests needs. The prices were high. I asked myself if I really wanted to pay for such a high-end package. In the end I was seduced by the exotic and erotic descriptions of the treatments.
I had a question though and asked, “What does this mean?” pointing to a note on one of the treatments that said ‘H. E. optional’. The young woman apparently didn’t understand and scurried out of the room. A short while later, another woman appeared, a little older, taller and dressed in a grey business suit. She strode over to me and held out her hand. I stood and shook her hand. She said, “Hi, I’m Suvarna Bhumi, the owner, and please, no boom boom jokes.” (Boom boom is Thai slang for intercourse.) I gave my name and she asked how she could help.
I asked her my question. She smiled and said, “It means Happy Ending Optional”. I guessed I looked unsure of her meaning, so she said, “Happy Ending is a euphemism for ejaculation.” She hastened to add that the happy endings were included in the price and no tipping is expected. Now I understood why the high prices.
“Oh, I see. Thank you. I’ll make my selections, then.” I picked and marked four items. The owner looked them over and said, “Good choices. May I suggest the following sequence?”
I agreed and she wrote numbers one through four. “Let me get your hostess, just a moment.” She returned with a lovely young Thai woman, dressed all in white like the receptionist, but with one important difference. The long flowing skirt and the billowy white blouse were almost completely transparent. And she was clearly not wearing any underwear. I could easily make out her small breasts and dark nipples. Down below, a patch of dark pubes was in evidence.
“This is Fon. She will be your hostess and your guide through today’s treatments. Fon may participate in your treatments if you choose. Her Thai nickname means ‘Rain’.”
I greeted Fon. She took me by the hand and we walked down a narrow hallway. We entered a locker-room. She opened a locker and started to unbutton my shirt. She hung it on a hanger for me while I loosened my pants. She took over, pulled down my pants while I stepped out of them. She went right to my briefs and pulled them off too. This put her within inches of my tumescent manhood which she ignored at first, then turned and gave it a quick little kiss. Without a word, she then helped me put on a golden, silk robe, locked my locker and put the key in my pocket.
Back down the hall, she ushered me into a room with three, well-padded foot massage loungers. She indicated the last one, “You sit here.” Another woman entered. Fon said, “This Noy. Noy do feet. I wait.” Fon sat in the next chair while Noy proceeded to wash my feet, ankles and calves. After toweling them dry, she gave me a serious reflexology massage with deep kneading on the soles of my feet.
I looked over at Fon who looked bored. I called her name and aped massaging my head. She beamed and came right over. Standing behind me, she rubbed my head. She worked down to my ears and a little on my shoulders. Then she came around to my left side and impishly stuck her tongue in my ear. She nibbled on it, play-biting all around. I was becoming aroused – again. I reached around with my left hand and found her cute little bottom. I rubbed and squeezed it through the diaphanous material. All the while, Noy was still working on my feet.
Fon giggled, but didn’t stop licking. She licked around my ear and down my jaw. So I turned my head and we kissed. Deep tongue action. My robe started to slip. Slowly, by inches, it slid open and my cock stood straight up. Noy looked up, smiled and said something in Thai. Fon stopped kissing and took a look. She giggled again and said, “Man strong.” Actually she said something like “Man suhtong.” But I got the idea anyway.
Fon came around to my right side and repeated the licking and nibbling. This time with my right hand, I found the waist band of her skirt and slipped my hand inside. As I turned to kiss her again, I also reached between the cheeks of her ass and slid a finger into her moist pussy. She squealed a little, but didn’t pull away. In fact, she arched her back to give me better access. With my now wet finger, I probed her brown bud just a little. She moaned.
Noy was finishing up, toweling off my feet and legs and ‘accidentally’ bumped my erection. She and Fon both giggled and spoke to each other in Thai. Fon said, “We shower.” Which came out more like, “We showah.” Down the hall again, into another small room. All wood again. The floor consisted of wood planks with spaces between them for the water to flow away. A dinner-plate sized shower head hung down from the ceiling.
Fon turned on the water while I stood on the side. She adjusted the temperature while I hung my robe on a hook. Fon stripped as I stepped under the shower; it was like a tropical rain storm. Tons of water. Using a shower gel, she washed my head, then my back. She nudged my legs apart and washed my ass. She reached between my legs and grabbed my dick. Then up the crack of my ass. She snaked a little finger into my ass and I was in heaven. She washed my legs and then turned me around. She washed my chest and my belly. Serious washing of the now-throbbing love pole and the ball sack. Then down my legs to complete the job.
I wasn’t going to let her go without payback. I followed her routine, starting at the back, sudsing the ass and down between her legs. Turning her around, I spent some time on her chest with its tiny tits and her rock hard nips. I finished her legs and we both rinsed off. She dried me off and then herself. I put on my robe and watched her slip into her clothes.
Next on my agenda was ‘Sauna with Light Touching’. Fon guided me to the sauna. I left my robe on a hook and picked up a towel. Inside there were wooden benches lining two of the walls. I sat down on my towel. A minute later, Fon came back and introduced Koong (shrimp) wearing the same see-through outfit as she. Koong was taller, older and I’m happy to say boobier. She sported a natural rack of at least 36C, I’d say. And that was going to be important. Fon announced that she would wait outside. “Hot no good,” she said.
It was hot. The thermometer registered 80º Celsius (or about 176º Fahrenheit). Koong had me lie face down on my towel on the second step. She worked from my feet up to my head with a light, rapid tapping of the fingers of both hands. Imagine someone playing the piano on your back. Interesting and quite nice. A couple of minutes of that, then she moved up and down with light scratching with her fingernails. Felt good with the heat. Then she let down her long, straight hair and allowed it to trail over my body. That was exquisite. The horniest came last.
Koong tied up her hair, stripped off her top, poured some coconut oil into her hands and rubbed the oil all over her boobs. She took her time, obviously enjoying being watched while she pleasured herself. Then she leaned over and started to massage my legs and back with her breasts. Then she had me turn over.
Lying on my back now, with a boner aimed at the ceiling, I gladly received the same treatment. The tapping step included my penis and (very gently) my scrotum. Scratching my privates was also very light. She had me bend one knee to give her access below my scrotum and over my asshole. The hair treatment was next and it was delicious. Finally, it was time for the oil/boob massage. Anticipation is everything. She boobed my entire front side starting with my face. When she got to my staff, it was so hard I couldn’t believe it.
And then it was over. The whole thing took about 10 minutes. She asked me, “You want happy ending?” I thought about it, but decided to marshal my forces for the next two treatments. We exited. Fon gave me my robe and led me to a quiet space with soft music and lounge chairs. Fon gestured for me to sit and went out of the room. She returned shortly with a tray holding a celadon tea service. She poured and we both drank green tea. We exhausted her English and my Thai very quickly. So it was on to treatment number three – the testicle massage.
In another room, Fon introduced Neung (one) who would do the ball massage. Fon left us alone. I dropped my robe and Neung showed me where she wanted me on a mattress on the floor. I lay down on my back with my legs apart and she sat between my legs. She got me to lift up my hips and little by little she moved until she sat cross-legged under my hips (my hips resting on her legs). Picture me on my back with all my equipment right in front of Neung. She maintained all the activity in about a one square foot area including my dick, my balls and my anus. Most of her time was spent on the balls – squeezing, rubbing, probing, and rolling. I was so ready, I knew I couldn’t say no when the time came. She asked, “Happy Ending? I said, “YESSS!!!” She switched to rhythmic stroking of my cock and I blew in only a minute or so. Big, spurting rivers of cum. Neung cleaned me up with a warm, wet wash cloth and a towel and then cleaned herself where I had left some long strings of jism on her chest.
Neung then took me to another room which contained a strange contraption. One half looked like a massage table. The other half was divided in two, with legs that were spread apart. Towels covered the padded frame and straps hung down. Neung introduced Nit (little). The two of them were supposed to do the Two-Tongued Manhood Massage. They asked me to lie on my back on the table, whereupon, they started to strap me in. One strap around my waist, two straps around each leg. I started to object, but Neung said, “So you not fall.” I guessed that sounded reasonable.
Nit sat on a stool between my legs. I felt like I was in an operating room. I suddenly wondered where my hostess, Fon, was. I asked. Neung said, “I call.” Neung left and came back with Fon who seemed delighted that I had asked for her. Neung stood by my left side, leaned over and started to lick my now rather soft cock. Nit from her perch licked my balls. Fon, who was not to be left out, started licking from my right side. With all this attention, it wasn’t long before my dick started to grow. The girls all looked pleased. Now that I was erect, Fon came over the top and enveloped my rod in her small mouth. She got about half of it in. Neung muscled her aside and showed what she was really good at. Full deep throat and for a long time. Sliding all the way up and all the way down, over and over again. All the time Nit is still working on my scrotum, sucking first one and then the other ball into her mouth. She paid periodic attention to my ass as well, rimming with her tongue and teasing with a finger.
Fon didn’t like being showed up by Neung and pushed in for another try at deep throat. You could tell, she was pushing hard and just not getting it. Neung said something to her in Thai and all of a sudden Fon had it. For a short time at first, then longer. The ladies where all content.
Nit was getting more aggressive and all this stimulation was having its likely result. I didn’t know how much longer I could maintain without losing it. I winked at Fon and said, “Happy Ending.” They all exchanged glances. Neung and Fon were loudly moaning and slurping. Nit took a big plunge. I shot my load once, twice and three times. Got cum all over the girls hair. They unstrapped me and we all went in the shower.
I’ve never been so clean in my life. Three girls washed every inch of me. Then Neung and Nit left Fon and me alone. Fon went down on her knees with the water rolling off our backs. She brought me back to life for one, last time. I reached my glory and she bent over in front of me. I found her sweet pussy and drilled her for another few minutes. She came at least twice in that time. When it was my time, I pulled out and she took me in her mouth. I had to sit down on the shower floor, I was so exhausted. We sat there together for a few minutes – Fon curled up next to me and I with my arm around her.
Gradually, we pulled ourselves together, dried off, got dressed. I gave Fon a nice tip even though it wasn’t expected. I paid my bill and left.
Intrigued, I walked in. A large garden with tall trees and lots of tropical plants including scores of orchids, hanging from trees or sitting in pots around the yard. I followed signs around the back of the modern, western-style house to find a second house. This one in traditional Thai style. The ground floor was completely open on all sides. The second or main floor was up a wide staircase. The entire structure was made of Asian hardwoods – mahogany, teak, etc. – oiled and hand rubbed. Beautiful. I saw several sets of shoes on the bottom step, so I removed my sandals and barefoot, ascended the stairs. At the top was a sort of landing with a door leading inside. I went in to the air-conditioned space.
A wooden table stood in the lobby. A young Thai woman, dressed in a stiff, white uniform, stood up from her chair behind the table, put her hands together under her chin (as if in prayer) and bowed slightly. This was the traditionally greeting known as a wei. I returned the gesture. She motioned to the chair at my side of the table and we both sat down. She said, “Angrit?” (Which I knew meant English.) I nodded yes. She handed me a small pamphlet which said ‘Treatments’ on the front.
I opened the menu and read through the several pages. Each service was explained in a short paragraph and there was a box to check indicating which services you wanted. A price was listed for each item. Time estimates were also listed, but a note at the end indicated that times were approximate and would be adjusted to each guests needs. The prices were high. I asked myself if I really wanted to pay for such a high-end package. In the end I was seduced by the exotic and erotic descriptions of the treatments.
I had a question though and asked, “What does this mean?” pointing to a note on one of the treatments that said ‘H. E. optional’. The young woman apparently didn’t understand and scurried out of the room. A short while later, another woman appeared, a little older, taller and dressed in a grey business suit. She strode over to me and held out her hand. I stood and shook her hand. She said, “Hi, I’m Suvarna Bhumi, the owner, and please, no boom boom jokes.” (Boom boom is Thai slang for intercourse.) I gave my name and she asked how she could help.
I asked her my question. She smiled and said, “It means Happy Ending Optional”. I guessed I looked unsure of her meaning, so she said, “Happy Ending is a euphemism for ejaculation.” She hastened to add that the happy endings were included in the price and no tipping is expected. Now I understood why the high prices.
“Oh, I see. Thank you. I’ll make my selections, then.” I picked and marked four items. The owner looked them over and said, “Good choices. May I suggest the following sequence?”
I agreed and she wrote numbers one through four. “Let me get your hostess, just a moment.” She returned with a lovely young Thai woman, dressed all in white like the receptionist, but with one important difference. The long flowing skirt and the billowy white blouse were almost completely transparent. And she was clearly not wearing any underwear. I could easily make out her small breasts and dark nipples. Down below, a patch of dark pubes was in evidence.
“This is Fon. She will be your hostess and your guide through today’s treatments. Fon may participate in your treatments if you choose. Her Thai nickname means ‘Rain’.”
I greeted Fon. She took me by the hand and we walked down a narrow hallway. We entered a locker-room. She opened a locker and started to unbutton my shirt. She hung it on a hanger for me while I loosened my pants. She took over, pulled down my pants while I stepped out of them. She went right to my briefs and pulled them off too. This put her within inches of my tumescent manhood which she ignored at first, then turned and gave it a quick little kiss. Without a word, she then helped me put on a golden, silk robe, locked my locker and put the key in my pocket.
Back down the hall, she ushered me into a room with three, well-padded foot massage loungers. She indicated the last one, “You sit here.” Another woman entered. Fon said, “This Noy. Noy do feet. I wait.” Fon sat in the next chair while Noy proceeded to wash my feet, ankles and calves. After toweling them dry, she gave me a serious reflexology massage with deep kneading on the soles of my feet.
I looked over at Fon who looked bored. I called her name and aped massaging my head. She beamed and came right over. Standing behind me, she rubbed my head. She worked down to my ears and a little on my shoulders. Then she came around to my left side and impishly stuck her tongue in my ear. She nibbled on it, play-biting all around. I was becoming aroused – again. I reached around with my left hand and found her cute little bottom. I rubbed and squeezed it through the diaphanous material. All the while, Noy was still working on my feet.
Fon giggled, but didn’t stop licking. She licked around my ear and down my jaw. So I turned my head and we kissed. Deep tongue action. My robe started to slip. Slowly, by inches, it slid open and my cock stood straight up. Noy looked up, smiled and said something in Thai. Fon stopped kissing and took a look. She giggled again and said, “Man strong.” Actually she said something like “Man suhtong.” But I got the idea anyway.
Fon came around to my right side and repeated the licking and nibbling. This time with my right hand, I found the waist band of her skirt and slipped my hand inside. As I turned to kiss her again, I also reached between the cheeks of her ass and slid a finger into her moist pussy. She squealed a little, but didn’t pull away. In fact, she arched her back to give me better access. With my now wet finger, I probed her brown bud just a little. She moaned.
Noy was finishing up, toweling off my feet and legs and ‘accidentally’ bumped my erection. She and Fon both giggled and spoke to each other in Thai. Fon said, “We shower.” Which came out more like, “We showah.” Down the hall again, into another small room. All wood again. The floor consisted of wood planks with spaces between them for the water to flow away. A dinner-plate sized shower head hung down from the ceiling.
Fon turned on the water while I stood on the side. She adjusted the temperature while I hung my robe on a hook. Fon stripped as I stepped under the shower; it was like a tropical rain storm. Tons of water. Using a shower gel, she washed my head, then my back. She nudged my legs apart and washed my ass. She reached between my legs and grabbed my dick. Then up the crack of my ass. She snaked a little finger into my ass and I was in heaven. She washed my legs and then turned me around. She washed my chest and my belly. Serious washing of the now-throbbing love pole and the ball sack. Then down my legs to complete the job.
I wasn’t going to let her go without payback. I followed her routine, starting at the back, sudsing the ass and down between her legs. Turning her around, I spent some time on her chest with its tiny tits and her rock hard nips. I finished her legs and we both rinsed off. She dried me off and then herself. I put on my robe and watched her slip into her clothes.
Next on my agenda was ‘Sauna with Light Touching’. Fon guided me to the sauna. I left my robe on a hook and picked up a towel. Inside there were wooden benches lining two of the walls. I sat down on my towel. A minute later, Fon came back and introduced Koong (shrimp) wearing the same see-through outfit as she. Koong was taller, older and I’m happy to say boobier. She sported a natural rack of at least 36C, I’d say. And that was going to be important. Fon announced that she would wait outside. “Hot no good,” she said.
It was hot. The thermometer registered 80º Celsius (or about 176º Fahrenheit). Koong had me lie face down on my towel on the second step. She worked from my feet up to my head with a light, rapid tapping of the fingers of both hands. Imagine someone playing the piano on your back. Interesting and quite nice. A couple of minutes of that, then she moved up and down with light scratching with her fingernails. Felt good with the heat. Then she let down her long, straight hair and allowed it to trail over my body. That was exquisite. The horniest came last.
Koong tied up her hair, stripped off her top, poured some coconut oil into her hands and rubbed the oil all over her boobs. She took her time, obviously enjoying being watched while she pleasured herself. Then she leaned over and started to massage my legs and back with her breasts. Then she had me turn over.
Lying on my back now, with a boner aimed at the ceiling, I gladly received the same treatment. The tapping step included my penis and (very gently) my scrotum. Scratching my privates was also very light. She had me bend one knee to give her access below my scrotum and over my asshole. The hair treatment was next and it was delicious. Finally, it was time for the oil/boob massage. Anticipation is everything. She boobed my entire front side starting with my face. When she got to my staff, it was so hard I couldn’t believe it.
And then it was over. The whole thing took about 10 minutes. She asked me, “You want happy ending?” I thought about it, but decided to marshal my forces for the next two treatments. We exited. Fon gave me my robe and led me to a quiet space with soft music and lounge chairs. Fon gestured for me to sit and went out of the room. She returned shortly with a tray holding a celadon tea service. She poured and we both drank green tea. We exhausted her English and my Thai very quickly. So it was on to treatment number three – the testicle massage.
In another room, Fon introduced Neung (one) who would do the ball massage. Fon left us alone. I dropped my robe and Neung showed me where she wanted me on a mattress on the floor. I lay down on my back with my legs apart and she sat between my legs. She got me to lift up my hips and little by little she moved until she sat cross-legged under my hips (my hips resting on her legs). Picture me on my back with all my equipment right in front of Neung. She maintained all the activity in about a one square foot area including my dick, my balls and my anus. Most of her time was spent on the balls – squeezing, rubbing, probing, and rolling. I was so ready, I knew I couldn’t say no when the time came. She asked, “Happy Ending? I said, “YESSS!!!” She switched to rhythmic stroking of my cock and I blew in only a minute or so. Big, spurting rivers of cum. Neung cleaned me up with a warm, wet wash cloth and a towel and then cleaned herself where I had left some long strings of jism on her chest.
Neung then took me to another room which contained a strange contraption. One half looked like a massage table. The other half was divided in two, with legs that were spread apart. Towels covered the padded frame and straps hung down. Neung introduced Nit (little). The two of them were supposed to do the Two-Tongued Manhood Massage. They asked me to lie on my back on the table, whereupon, they started to strap me in. One strap around my waist, two straps around each leg. I started to object, but Neung said, “So you not fall.” I guessed that sounded reasonable.
Nit sat on a stool between my legs. I felt like I was in an operating room. I suddenly wondered where my hostess, Fon, was. I asked. Neung said, “I call.” Neung left and came back with Fon who seemed delighted that I had asked for her. Neung stood by my left side, leaned over and started to lick my now rather soft cock. Nit from her perch licked my balls. Fon, who was not to be left out, started licking from my right side. With all this attention, it wasn’t long before my dick started to grow. The girls all looked pleased. Now that I was erect, Fon came over the top and enveloped my rod in her small mouth. She got about half of it in. Neung muscled her aside and showed what she was really good at. Full deep throat and for a long time. Sliding all the way up and all the way down, over and over again. All the time Nit is still working on my scrotum, sucking first one and then the other ball into her mouth. She paid periodic attention to my ass as well, rimming with her tongue and teasing with a finger.
Fon didn’t like being showed up by Neung and pushed in for another try at deep throat. You could tell, she was pushing hard and just not getting it. Neung said something to her in Thai and all of a sudden Fon had it. For a short time at first, then longer. The ladies where all content.
Nit was getting more aggressive and all this stimulation was having its likely result. I didn’t know how much longer I could maintain without losing it. I winked at Fon and said, “Happy Ending.” They all exchanged glances. Neung and Fon were loudly moaning and slurping. Nit took a big plunge. I shot my load once, twice and three times. Got cum all over the girls hair. They unstrapped me and we all went in the shower.
I’ve never been so clean in my life. Three girls washed every inch of me. Then Neung and Nit left Fon and me alone. Fon went down on her knees with the water rolling off our backs. She brought me back to life for one, last time. I reached my glory and she bent over in front of me. I found her sweet pussy and drilled her for another few minutes. She came at least twice in that time. When it was my time, I pulled out and she took me in her mouth. I had to sit down on the shower floor, I was so exhausted. We sat there together for a few minutes – Fon curled up next to me and I with my arm around her.
Gradually, we pulled ourselves together, dried off, got dressed. I gave Fon a nice tip even though it wasn’t expected. I paid my bill and left.