Was In Laos recently, could not find any info on punting anywhere but thought I’d try a massage parlour and see what happened.
First place I went to was Vang Vieng about a week before the sad deaths, a small town full of backpackers. Walked around one afternoon and found several small massage places with women sitting outside talking or eating, they don’t call out to you like in Thailand. There was some more posh type massage establishments but I avoided those.
So early evening I stopped at one small place on a quiet street, went inside and asked the price for a oil massage, the woman didn’t speak much English but motioned for me to undress whilst she went and got her oils. I lay face down and was given a average massage for about 15 minutes, she then tapped me on the leg and motioned for me to turn over, as soon as I turned she gave the universal sign for a hand job. I nodded and asked in sign language how much, she came back with 600000 Kip, about £25, I shook my head and offered 400000 instead which made her then want 500000. Before I’d left the hotel for the massage I only put 400000 in my wallet, left credit cards and phone in the hotel safe, so I reached across and removed my wallet from my trousers and showed her how much was in there, she nodded and took the money.
What followed was a reasonable hand job, but no removal of clothes or touching allowed.
A few days later I was in Luang Prabang staying at a little hotel down a narrow walkway too narrow to drive a car down. I noticed next door to the hotel was a small massage shop which I passed on several occasions but was always empty. Having looked around town and found a few other likely massage shops decided I’d try the one next to the hotel.
I walked in to find a young boy at a table doing his homework which caused me a bit of alarm but a good looking woman came across the passage and when I said massage ushered me into a room next to where the boy was and left me there whilst she got her things. I wasn’t too happy to undress as the door was still open so waited until she arrived back and made sure she locked the door. I undressed, she gave me a towel to wear which I refused and lay down on my front.
Another average massage with no hint of any touching from her, she told me to turn over and continued the massage on my front, on legs and arms. This was going on for a long time and I thought I was running out of time and try as I might to get an erection thinking this might give her a clue it just wouldn’t happen.
So I finally asked her for hand job both vocally and in sign language. She gave my cock a shake and looked at me and I nodded so she gave it another shake and finally things started to happen. As before there was the usual bartering for a price so I got my wallet out and showed her what was in there, the same amount as before. She made a grab for it, put the money away somewhere and started. It was obvious straight away she knew what to do, one hand was wanking me and the other was gently massaging my balls. I made a tugging motion at her blouse but she shook her head, then a few seconds later pulled it up to reveal a nice pair of breasts in a padded bra. I pushed my luck a bit more and motioned her to take the bra off, to which I got a no. She did however let me put a hand inside the bra to stroke her firm breasts.
The inevitable happened, she caught most of it in her hand and rushed out of the room, leaving me to clean what was left on my body with some toilet paper. I waited for a couple of minutes to see if she would reappear but she didn’t so got dressed and walked out of the room. The poor boy was still hard at work on his homework.
Walking out of the building I noticed the women was across the passage in her house, so I smiled, nodded my head in a thank you gesture and walked off.
So what I thought would be a poor country for punting didn’t turn out so bad after all.
