Even though here in Denmark, we have finally got rid of all that coronavirus nonsense, yes, there are other places that have not yet wholly removed their absurd restrictions. I long so much to be able to travel. Of course, I could go to some of the nearby countries here in Europe, but that's just not what I want. The best thing for me right now is to travel to Thailand once again.
Unfortunately, Thailand's government is a bit weak-minded and, therefore, continues to have unfairly tight restrictions. It is simply unbearable. So, you may be thinking, why the hell would you want to go to Thailand? Well, I´m going to tell you!
My wife and I had been on holiday in Thailand a few years ago. This was before the corona left its footprints on the surface of the earth. At that point, everything was as it should be on a regular charter holiday. Everything was planned, and my wife and I had been given a perfect room, which had the look of a five-star quality hotel. The hotel was officially only a three-star hotel, but in Thailand, most hotels have a five-star look and are rated with fewer stars.
All in all, we were at least well satisfied and had a great view of the sea, while the weather was sunny and dry most of the days. My wife and I were well into our late fifties and had been looking forward to enjoying our summer vacation in Thailand, which we certainly did to the fullest!
Our daily life consisted of much of the same routine. Get up at eight or nine, have breakfast at the hotel, go back to the hotel room, and have a cup of coffee, followed by a few hours of sunbathing down by the pool, where we were typically from ten to twelve. From here, we wandered down into town and sat down at the same cafe as we had done since day one. It had pool tables and sofas with some extra thick and soft cushions, as well as our go-to cocktail. We typically spent an hour here and then went back to the hotel.
On our way back, we always made a pit stop at the same small massage clinic every time. We had gradually started to become very well known to them. There were always two or three of the same young women, while the remaining three changed from day to day. My wife and I had so far only tried to get foot massages for half an hour before going back to the hotel. It only cost a little over a hundred Danish kroner [14 US dollars], so it was well spent.
The last week of our Thailand vacation, it was time for my wife's birthday. On that occasion, I had thought that she should be pampered even more than she used to. So, when we ended up at the small massage clinic and were invited inside, I had other plans than just a regular foot massage. As my wife was guided to our regular seats, I, of course, went up to pay, just like I usually do. But this time, I pulled the Thai lady who owned the clinic aside.
I tried to explain in my broken English that my wife and I were going to have extra service today. She found the menu of the various massages, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the many different massage types. There were so many different kinds. Even though I was an old man with many life experiences, I had no idea what the individual massages were all about.
Oil massage, there was one called. I could easily see what it meant and thought that it seemed a bit too boring. Thai massage was next on the list, which I also didn't find particularly appealing. But the third, which was called tantra massage, sounded somehow intriguing and exciting. I had no idea what it contained, but it had to be that one.
"This one," I said eagerly and made eye contact with her.
"You sure?" she asked back, looking at me a little skeptically.
"You give us very good service, yes?" I conveyed out of my mouth and did not think further about her despairing look at my choice of massage. I discreetly slipped her 3,000 baht and gave a few cheeky winks with one eye. She looked back with a wide-open and surprised look when she saw how much she had gotten.
"Yes, yes, we give you very good service. Thank you, thank you," she said happily and smiled widely as she clapped her hands flat together as if she wanted to pray and bowed forward. It was a typical thank-you gesture that the Thais did.
I usually paid five hundred baht when my wife and I would have a foot massage for half an hour. The price for an hour's foot massage was, of course, twice as much. A thousand baht would be enough, but then it would cost extra if we had to have another kind of massage on top of that.
I couldn't bear to do the complex calculating for the actual price. Therefore, I just thought of putting a decent chunk of money on the table so that the lovely ladies could get an extra tip for their hard work. Also because they had been so lovely and kind to us during the time we had been here.
In addition, I also hoped that they would provide extra good service so that my wife would have the absolute most amazing experience ever. After all, that was my full intention. But I had to admit that I might as well kill two birds with one stone and also take advantage of the well-deserved pampering at the same time.
We sat down in a pair of luxury armchairs in brown leather, which were positioned along one wall in the clinic. They stood in a row right next to each other and were fantastically comfortable and pleasant to sit in. You sank deep down into them when you put your tired and sore feet on the footstool.
Usually, we used to have one leg resting while the other leg got attention from the Thai masseuse. This time, we were almost assaulted, in a good way, by four young Thai women who were working at the clinic that day.
Two of them took care of my wife, and each grabbed a foot, which they thoroughly began to care for, while the other two Thai girls threw themselves at me.
Both girls were thin, with long black hair and dark brown eyes. They were both wearing a plain t-shirt and some thigh-short shorts, which reminded me of how small and fragile I always thought Thai girls looked. In return, they could give an excellent massage, so it was really a fantastic and lovely surprise to get an extra Thai masseuse approved.
I sent a surprised look to the mama lady who was standing at the other end of the clinic. She winked and gave me a thumbs-up. I reciprocated the same gesture and was very impressed that an additional masseuse was included in the excellent service for which I had paid extra.
My wife's masseurs were more potent in their build and somewhat resembled a classic Thai mutter, but still with a delicious look that made them look like plump MILFs. I was in no way sorry to have had the sweet little Thainips.
I was the type of person who loved to both see and touch small, slender women. I was the type who had been influenced by the typical societal view of the body ideal. Victoria's Secret models were like a delicious piece of candy for my sweet tooth. It was something of a pleasant relief when I looked over at my beloved wife, and she returned a peaceful look as a sign of how grateful she was for her birthday gift. I had expected that she would send a displeased and jealous look that I had gotten the hot ladies. Fortunately, it seemed she was far too busy to register such a minor trifle. Thank goodness for that.
It was a completely different sensation to feel both legs being embraced by two hands at the same time. There were never any pauses, and you could always feel some loving touch. The sweet Thai girls were very chatty and really service-minded.
First, they washed our feet with a wet, warm, small towel. They were thorough and got in between all the toes and all the way up the thighs. They dried the washed skin with a dry piece of cloth and smeared us in a thick layer of sticky oil. Their hands were initially cool but were quickly warmed up by the oil.
I was completely relaxed and had leaned my head back in the comfy chair so I could enjoy the wild touches of the two gals to the fullest. From time to time, I glanced over at my wife, who was lying just as relaxed as I was. There was absolutely no need to worry at all, and I was even happier when I saw how comfortable she was. I closed my eyes again and returned to my state of pleasure.