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I went back this morning for the full-body scrub he mentioned after my massage yesterday. He put me in a different room, told me to undress, and lie on the table. There was no sheet covering me this time, which I was completely fine with. I stayed there naked while he came in and out setting things up.

At one point I told him I needed to use the restroom and started putting my shorts back on. He stopped me and said I didn’t need them. There was nobody else in the spa, so I walked out to the bathroom completely naked and came back the same way. By then I think my comfort level and interest were pretty clear.

I laid face down on the table and he placed a small towel over my ass before starting the scrub with a salt treatment on my back and arms. This session felt different from the start. He leaned into me more while he worked, and I could feel his bulge brush against my arm a few times. Always through his pants, always just out of reach, but definitely noticeable.

When he finished my back, he leaned across me and for a moment his balls settled into my hand. It only lasted a few seconds, but he didn’t immediately pull away either.

The towel came off and he worked on my ass and legs. During parts of the scrub my fingers brushed against his cock through his pants. Never anything overt, just fleeting contact as he moved naturally around the table, but long enough that it felt intentional on both sides. I’m a big believer in respecting the masseur and letting them control the situation, honestly the teasing and incidental contact is part of what makes it so erotic for me.

As he scrubbed my legs, there were a few light brushes against my balls, especially along my inner thighs. Nothing direct, nothing rushed, but definitely sensual.

When it was time to turn over, the towel was back covering my cock. He asked if I was okay with him working that area. I told him yes, everywhere, full body. He started on my legs while adjusting the towel, and I finally told him he could just remove it since everything had already been exposed anyway.

Once the towel was gone, the teasing continued. I got to feel him against my hands a little more through his pants, and he touched my hard cock a few times while working, though he never fully grabbed it.

Then the session ended.

Honestly, I was a little surprised nothing more happened considering some of the Yelp reviews I’d read beforehand. But in the end I was perfectly happy with the sensuality and tension of it all. I’m 62 years old, and at this point it’s not always about getting a release. Sometimes the anticipation, the chemistry, and the mutual awareness are enough.

I went to a small massage place in a strip center in Mexico and booked a ninety-minute session. I honestly expected nothing more than a professional massage, though I was definitely hoping there might be some mutual interest. I tried to give subtle signals while staying respectful and letting him set the tone.

He kept a sheet draped over my back at first. I mentioned twice that I didn’t really need it, but the sheet stayed. The massage itself started out very professional and genuinely good. Every now and then his thigh would brush against my hand or arm, and I’d lightly brush my fingers back to show I was comfortable with the contact. As the session went on, the contact with his thighs lasted a little longer, though he was always very careful with his positioning. The most I really got was my hand against his thigh or leg when he moved my arms around.

When he worked on my legs, he didn’t tuck the drape in tightly, but he did place it carefully between my legs and against the table, clearly keeping boundaries in place. Things shifted a bit naturally when he moved my legs to work my hips. I definitely started reacting when he focused on my upper thighs, though he never got directly close to anything.

When it was time to roll over, he seemed to hold the drape up just a second longer than necessary. He worked my legs again, and this time the contact between my hands and his thighs lingered more, but he still stayed carefully positioned. I was obviously getting harder by then, and there were a few brief brushes of his hand against my cock, though they were quick enough to still feel accidental or at least plausibly so. After some chest work, the session wrapped up. I got a very relaxing professional massage.

I paid, figuring I’d head back to my hotel and take care of myself the old-fashioned way. Then, right before I left, he mentioned they also do facials and full-body scrubs. I clarified, “Full-body scrub?” He smiled, confirmed it, and motioned down his body.

So now I’m going back tomorrow morning.