...if only.
Ok, I was there early this year, the hotel was a graveyard, not one decent bird to pick up/woo etc during my holiday. On my second last day I found a small spa that offered massages. I thought this might be a chance to get something extra...
Anyway, shown into the room by what appeared to be the owner, a woman in her late 30s, BBW. She was the one going to do the massage. I've got a fair amount of experience in legit massage parlours and how to get HE out of them (PM me for my tips). I asked her if I should keep my underwear on, she said it was up to me. I kept it on.
However, as she was using oil, and obviously struggling with my inner thighs and glutes, I stopped her and suggested I take my underwear off, which I did. She then placed a tiny towel over my ass and continued working up my inner thighs.
Gents, we've all be here before, the hands creep further and further north, you tense up more and more waiting for the inevitable brush of her oily hand against your balls or "taint". Well, it happened over and over and over again with this woman. I was genuinely groaning into the hole in the table where your face goes... At this point she asks me if I'm on holiday with my wife. No, I'm divorced. Or with my girlfriend. No, I don't have one.
So obviously I'm thinking it's on - she's gonna offer something extra at some point.
Anyway, she tells me to turn over and it's fairly clear I have some activity going on in the crotch-al area. She again massages up my inner thighs, squeezing hard at the connective tissue right at the top of my thigh, very obviously brushing her hand against my balls and my semi-hard cock.
This was driving me mental, I partially sat up and looked at her hands, then at her, then back at her hands.
And then...it was fucking over... I couldn't believe it, there's me with a semi, dripping pre-cum over the fucking towel and now with blue balls.
Anyway, next day I went back. Same woman at reception, but I get a different girl for the massage. She's a bit too heavy for my liking, but I'm horny as fuck, so I decide to see what'll happen. I lie down on the table buck naked, on my front, legs slightly apart. She places the tiny towel over my ass and gets to work.
Fucking EXACTLY the same routine massage-wise as her boss the day before. Mucho brushing of the balls, the odd slip of the thumb onto the asshole (actually quite a nice sensation, to be fair).
I turn over. Here's a small tip; place your hands on the edge of the massage table. If the girls moves your hands, it's probably a legit place, no extras on offer. If she presses her body (and it's probably going to be close to her groin) against your hands, you're onto a winner.
I try this tactic with the girl. She presses herself back against my hand. By now my cock is semi-hard but flopped over towards her, she's got her hands under the fucking towel, my cock's probably dripping pre-cum onto the back of her hand, yet she's standing there totally impassive.
Then she massages my chest and belly, pushing her hand under the top of the towel and virtually grabbing the base of my cock. Seriously, I couldn't believe, I was writhing on the table, eyes closed, fucking desperate.
So, I had to ask her, as I've done in massage joints many times before: do you massage here, pointing at my groin.
No.
Of course no, it's a fucking Muslim country!
So what was going on?
Here's my opinion. The girls get off on it. Simple as that. Male tourists come in, they get to have a wee fly grope at their balls, brush against their cocks etc, without having to "sin".
That's my experience of hoping for a happy ending massage in Tunisia! Any similar stories to share?
