Unexpected Thailand Massage

I was twenty-eight, single, and returning home from a wedding at a South East Asian resort. I had a couple of days before my flight to return home. So I took the scenic bus tour to get back to the airport so I could then fly home. The trip was over two days, with a stopover at a provincial town. Accommodation was fine, at a fairly cheap clean hotel, but the bus trip left me feeling a bit jaded. I had a few aches, and a tight muscle in my shoulder, along with a dull headache. I went out to get a bite to eat when I saw a massage parlour down a small side street. I thought long and hard, unsure if I should get a massage. I carried on out and had something to eat, then as I returned, I looked in again. It looked very nice. I took a small step inside just to poke my nose in, I was approached by a young lady who invited me in. Language was difficult, and was going to cause a few problems. After a few attempts, I think we sorted out that I could have an hour long massage, with a special included, and they could do it right then and there. I paid and I was escorted to a room out the back with a massage table. There was a light fragrance of incense, and soft music playing. The young lady made some armaments placing things on a trolley. She then indicated to me to remove my dress, and for me to lie face down on the table. She also indicated that I should remove my bra. I thought for a moment or two, then released the hooks and placed my bra with my dress. Then I kicked off my sandals and climbed onto the table. Once in place, she then put a small towel over my backside. She then left the room. About a minute almanbahis later the door opened and she returned with another person, an older man. I think she tried to introduce him, but again language made it too hard. She then left again. He spoke carefully and slowly, but I had no idea what he was saying. The man started to massage my back and shoulders. He certainly knew what he was doing, quickly easing my shoulder, and I soon relaxed to his touch. I realised that he was very good. For quite some time he worked on my back, shoulders, and then moved to my arms and legs. After that, he started to massage my feet, and I kind of turned into a puddle. It felt so amazing, and I became quite dreamy. After a couple of minutes, I realised he was trying to ask me something, I figured out that he wanted me to roll over onto my back. I did, but it was more of a kind of a flop over. I wasn't aware that the towel had now slipped away, nor that now I had my breasts exposed. He continued with my feet for a couple more minutes, then he worked on my knees. I didn't realise that as he placed my knees back down he left a bit of a gap between them. He then moved to the top of the table and started to massage my shoulders, neck and upper chest. As I felt his hands move over my upper chest, I slowly began to realise that my breasts were exposed, but so far he seemed to be avoiding them. He then lifted my arms up to work at my sides, but this time his hands briefly rubbed across the outer edges of my breasts. I was still blissfully dreamy, and didn't know quite what to expect next. He then moved to be at my side, almanbahis yeni giriş and again began to massage my arms and sides up to my armpits. He then ran his hands up and together on my chest to just below my breasts, he pushed both his hands up between my breasts, up to my shoulders and back down my sides again. I was somewhat confused by his move, unsure what had just happened, or what to do or say. I was trying to figure out what was going on when he did it again. I felt bewildered, but I stayed quite still as his hands moved down my sides and then moved across my chest to go between my breasts for the third and fourth time. I was quite taken aback, his hands had just had rubbed against my breasts. He then reversed his direction. Once, twice, his hands rubbed up my sides and then down between my breasts. Then, on the next circuit, I felt his hands open out as he drew them down. I gave a tiny whimper as I felt his hands descend to be fully on my breasts, skimming over my nipples and then away to my sides. I freaked inside, but I didn't move. I was still trying to figure out what was going on. His hands pressed in and ran up my sides, then again, his hands opened out. I knew his hands were going to pass over my breasts again. His hands moved down, pressing more firmly, and began to pass over my breasts. In that moment, I had a sudden, shocking thought. Was having my breasts massaged part of what I had agreed to? His hands moved around, up, and then down over my breasts again, catching my nipples, making them quiver and bobble about as I whimpered. Was he now doing what I had actually almanbahis giriş paid for him to do? Had I paid for him to massage my breasts? It seemed to be the awful truth. I felt his hands again, moving more firmly over my breasts and nipples. I couldn't think of any other explanation. Another round, another whimper while his hands were going firmly over my breasts, I still had no idea what I could do. The man changed his action, and I felt his hands run up my breasts from my sides, cupping and lifting them and then gently squeezing them. He had taken hold of my breasts and he was starting to massage them. I realised in my folly that I had allowed him to carry on. He was now massaging my breasts, and I felt stupid inside for not trying to stop him, and now I felt it was going to be awkward to get him to stop. I shut my eyes and tried to zone it out, but I couldn't. His hands were doing what his hands had already done to me in other places. I was getting and going to get, my breasts massaged. I didn't want to have my breasts massaged. But they were actually being massaged, and then I felt him squeeze my breasts quite firmly, just as if to confirm it. He changed his action again, and it was much more vigorous. Oh my God, what was he doing? A hard squeeze and I gasped and whimpered as he gave a solid push up and then a firm pull down. Oh God, what was he doing to me? Hands cupping me again, another hard squeeze, again I whimpered. Fingers pressing into my breasts, scraping over my skin and rubbing my nipples. This is not what I had expected, but it was happening, and I felt powerless to stop him. He kept on going, and I started to lose myself in the intense sensations. Was this really happening? Yes! It was. He was going from firm pushing to hard squeezing, when I felt his thumb and fingers take hold of my nipples.