I was working in Tunisia 16 hours a day trying to open a hotel in time for tourist season. I didn’t speak Arabic or French or have a work permit, but I’d been sent by my company to ensure our standards were upheld.
I’d been there four months and hadn’t had a date for at least that long. I was so exhausted each night – I hadn’t had the energy to even masturbate since I’d arrived.
As a hotel inspector, part of my job was to ensure all services were up to par. And so, I finally got around to booking myself a massage.
The masseuse worked out of a little hut 🛖 on the side of the pool. I took the last appointment of the night, around 8pm.
A medium build man, slightly balding, greeted me & invited me to disrobe as he stepped out. I was exhausted & looked forward to unwinding. I stripped to my white lace panties & slid between the sheets on the massage table.
Upon his return he set to work on my shoulders and I’m pretty sure I let out a groan. As he worked his way down my arms and across my back – I realized I wasn’t falling asleep, as I’d expected.