This was the question I was confronted with after what was an innocent holiday massage ended became a sexual happy ending massage So, when I heard about the hotel spa services while on holiday in Cuba I booked my appointment without any expectations. At first, the massage was utterly innocent. He was friendly but professional; not chatty or personal. He completely avoided my chest and bum not true of all masseurs, I can assure you , and rubbed my body without any… lingering.
By the end, I was lying on my back while he massaged my legs and thighs, which is perfectly normal, by the way. When his hands stilled on my inner thighs, I thought it was part of the massage. He then began to apply pressure to my inner thighs, moving closer and closer inwards, until he brushed my bikini bottoms. It was like a jolt of static, and I knew something else was afoot. He moved my bikini to one side, spreading my legs apart with one hand.
And he did, until I almost unconsciously began to shift my hips and tense upwards. I was enthralled, and had no intention of stopping him. It was an almost out-of-body experience. Briefly, I began to grow nervous about someone walking in we were in a tent, after all. Which was lucky, as it turned out, because another massage therapist walked in right afterwards.
Then it was all business. He used the towel to wipe oil from my body efficiently, while I lay blushing and giggling with my eyes closed. He turned, allowing me to dress, as if it had just been an ordinary massage. He asked my name, and told me to come again the next day. That was until it dawned on me she probably knew exactly what was going on, and likely peeked through the tent to see when I was done.
The thought made me feel sick with embarrassment. Then the doubts began to creep in. Had I exploited him? There are a lot of male sex workers in Cuba, so I had to wonder if he was one. Slowly, I grew uncomfortable with how expert he was. This was a practised move, clearly something he did often, and did well.
