In true, milk the foreigner fashion they separated our group quickly, and I soon found myself in heaven on a table naked, getting scrubbed head-to-toe by a beautiful young Chinese woman.
Then I was ushered to the massage table and noticed my girlfriend was being ushered into the next stall with her robe. She seemed giddy, and at this point I was just thankful to get a hot stone rub down.
It was a 5-star Yelp massage, but towards the end, I felt it was getting personal, real personal.
Fingers started roaming close to my chicken skin brushing lightly, then what seemed like an accident, I soon discovered, was a well-orchestrated silent upsell.
Soon my Irish seven inches was standing at full attention and ready for inspection.
The lights dimmed, and before I knew it, a slim female index finger circled my butthole like an eagle looking for prey on the river water below. I was doomed.
“You want?” she said, looking at my boner.
I just nodded, oblivious to the fact that my girlfriend was in the next room a few feet away, separated by a thin wooden partition.
If there was ever a hand job Olympics, this gal was Gold medal material!
I lasted a few minutes before my seven-gun salute, and to top it off, she pulled a hot towel from somewhere and cleaned me up like nothing ever happened.
WOWEE what a massage.
What came next shouldn’t have been a shocker, but I found myself in a tough spot.
The woman wanted a ten spot, and I had no more cash. I pre-paid at the door and, aside from a few dollars, couldn’t pay for the extra service, and this nice gal turned into a Bruce Lee assassin real quick.
I tried to eloquently explain that not only did I not have the money, she should lower her voice so my girlfriend would not find out about my additional service charge.
A lot of back and forth ensued until the spa mama came over and sorted the situation out with the grace and poise of an NFL Super Bowl referee making a tough call on the one-yard line.
She winked at me and waved me back to the locker room.
I didn’t look twice and bolted like a caged animal set free.
“What was that lady yelling at you for?” my girlfriend asked when we met in the lobby with our group.
“Oh, nothing; she was upset I didn’t tip her enough.”, I said.
We headed back to the pier to catch the water taxi back out to the ship but my girlfriend winked at me and pointed to the bushes near the pier.
I was spent, but luckily at 18, you have a big reserve tank.
Still one of the best massages of my life, but talk about a close call with the girlfriend!
Go Navy!
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