I took a deep yoga breath, squeezed my eyes shut to avoid the embarrassment of eye contact, flipped over and positioned the towel over my breasts. This time, all my guy had was a hand towel. At home, the therapist holds up the sheets and blanket in a tent-like fashion while you turn over onto your back. All I could think about was what would I do if his hand went where it should not go? My muscles were getting tighter and tighter as the minutes wore on. My masseur was skillful but I could not relax. When the therapist entered the room, he showed surprise that I was wearing panties but thankfully allowed me this small modicum of dignity. I lay face down and attempted repeatedly to adjust the tiny towel, but finally accepted that it wasn't going to cover up much anyway and left it rumpled on my shoulder blades.ĭid I mention I was sweating … profusely? The paper sheeting was disintegrating. I climbed onto the table feeling very naked with just my panties on and a hand towel for modesty. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that when in Rome, do as the Romans do. I wondered how Barb was doing with all of this. With a touch of disdain, he fetched me a towel from the hot tub. The thought of being naked on this naked table had me quickly following him out the door to inquire about cover-ups. The therapist excused himself to give me a few minutes alone to disrobe. I furtively glanced around the room looking for the sheets, blankets and pillows. It was bare except for a table covered with a strip of disposable paper. I ended up with a handsome, fit young man. Although there was a little bit of a language barrier when we went to the spa to book our appointments, Barb and I ended up choosing a full-body massage.īarb drew a young woman as her therapist. Tough cycling but an amazing experience.Īt the end of the second day, my friend Barb and I decided to treat ourselves to a massage in our hotel, a five-star beauty in the small coastal village of Postira on the island of Brac. This is a travel story that I'm called upon to tell over and over again, particularly after a few drinks and when the crowd longs for a good laugh.Įvery two years I co-ordinate a cycling trip for some friends. Tripping columns offer readers a chance to share their wild adventures. We’ll get back to you about whether we can feature it.Sometimes things don't go as planned – and those moments often make for the best stories. Have a story you’d like to share? Just drop us an email here with your story – don’t forget to put #MyStory in the subject line. It’s not that the ladies I’ve received massages from in Mumbai aren’t great, but that massage was just…so unique! Here’s hoping I’m able to repeat the experience again! Whenever I do make my next trip to Thailand, I’ll make sure to pay that spa in Pattaya a visit. My masseur gave me his card as I was leaving, and till today, I keep it safe in my wallet. I have to admit that I didn’t want him to stop! I didn’t even notice how quickly the allotted 45 minutes flew by.Īfter the massage, I changed back into my clothes and walked out a really happy customer. The soft music and the rhythm of my masseur’s hands de-knotting my muscles was an experience out of this world. As the massage continued, I let my guard down and relaxed completely. But I stopped feeling nervous within seconds he was super professional.
His first touch on my skin made me jump – no guy other than my boyfriend had ever touched me like that. At that moment, I decided to trust him – what else could I do, really? I’d paid for the massage already, and I was – truth be told – kinda curious about this experience.
And so in calm voice, he asked me to just relax and keep my mind blank and free from thought. Only the lower half of my body was now covered with the towel that they had provided. He smiled gently and asked me to lie down on the massage bed. It was a man! I was a bit shocked because I had never gotten a massage from a man before. I had a good feeling about this.Īfter a couple of minutes, I heard the door open. The lights were dim and a floral aroma clouded the room. I was nervous and equally excited while waiting in the spa room for my massage therapist. I booked an appointment and they asked me to get ready. I said to myself: “This is it! I’m going to go in there and get myself pampered.”Īll went well initially. While I was strolling around the place, a beautiful Thai spa caught my attention.
One day, I was walking down the streets of Pattaya. Now, I recently made a trip to Thailand, and I was told that if you don’t get a Thai massage while you’re in Thailand, you’re missing something! I love getting massages! They make me feel completely relaxed and energized – enough to be able to face the hectic week ahead of me.