It had been a couple of days since my first encounter with Jonny, the masseur on our holiday island in the Maldives. I'd seen him a couple of times since. It seems that all of the staff on the island have multiple tasks, as when he was not massaging, he seemed to be carrying laundry, or delivering drinks.
I wanted to have a return trip to the massage room, but I didn't want to seem too keen in front of my wife and our friends, who we were on holiday with. Then when telling my wife how greatly de-stressed I was after the massage, she said I should have one more often, particularly as it was so inexpensive!
That was all the prompting I needed. I went to reception to see if there were any times available that afternoon.
"If you don't mind the last session of the day, at 4:30, we could accommodate you today," said the receptionist.
I agreed and couldn't wait for 4:30 to come. The afternoon dragged, but at 4:25 I wandered over to the massage room and knocked on the door. I was gutted to be met at the door by someone who was not Jonny, the masseur I saw last time. He was a bit younger than Jonny and very good looking, but I couldn't imagine being brave enough to try my luck for a second time. He beckoned me inside and then disappeared behind a curtain. The delight on my face must have been quite obvious, as the guy returned with Jonny walking behind him. He said something to Jonny in their native tongue, and then disappeared behind the curtain once more, after which I heard the door behind the curtain slam.
Jonny put his hands together and bowed, in a traditional Sri Lankan greeting, smiled and said "hello". He walked over and said "same?"
I wasn't sure if he meant the same treatment as before, or the passionate encounter.
Either way I said "yes, please'. Then I caught his arm and said "no ... more!" and smiled. He smiled back and gestured to me to get undress. Unlike the first time, he watched me very closely as I took off my t-shirt and then my shorts. I was getting very aroused at him watching me and when I took off my underpants I was already semi-hard. He passed me the 'man-nappy' (I still don't know what these are called!) which I put on. I could swear this was much smaller that the last one I put on in her, as it barely contained my semi-hard cock.
He pointed towards the bed and I lay down on my stomach as he started to apply oils, gently rubbing them into my skin. He was much more daring this time, than last. He massaged me from my neck to my ankles and with assistance from me in opening my legs, he ran his hands completely up the inside of my thighs blatantly catching my balls and running his fingers down the crack of my arse.
