[winston optic beer]

While on my honeymoon in Jamaica a couple of decades ago, I had a massage. It was carried out by tiny middle aged local woman. I was naked under a towel. It was excellent and the woman got into every muscle and sinew. She didn't hold back from going tantalizingly close to the areas most therapists steer clear of.

I don't think I've had another one since anywhere near as good, except for one guy in Turkey who specialised in sports massage.

At one point while I lay on my on back, she brushed the smooth back of her hand against my cock. I thought that this had just been an accident and ignored it. She didn't say anything about it or apologise, so I presumed she hadn't realised what she'd done.

In those days, I doubt if I'd ever heard of a happy ending. I'm not so naive now and realise the brush was probably quite deliberate. Was she sending a not so subtle message that extras were available if I wanted them? Maybe, she was checking to see if I was aroused. I am not sure how these things work.