This is a bit of a cheat really as it happened five years ago when we had 10 days at the Mandira and although I'm always cracking on about how we always stay in Tanjung Benoa we had the first ten days with friends in Legain. Just to familiarise you with the location, diagonally left and over the road from Posers Corner there is a Ladies Beauty and Hair Salon upstairs who also offer massages.There's a Mini Mart on the corner and if you want a scooter for 25,000 a day
see the boys outside on the footpath.
When I go to S&S for a chat with Sammy, Dennis, Baldie, Smudge and Jeff I park the scooter at the end of the road and whenever I pass the
Salon in either direction I am completely disguised with my visor down
and go past the joint at a fair rate of knots always looking directly ahead, hoping that I will never be recognised.
Back to the story. My dear wife decided on a 600,000 beauty treatment, I didn't have the heart to tell her that 60,000,000 wouldn't fix it. Mind you for her age she's looking good these days, she does'nt wear a bra any more, she looks terrific now, it's taken all the wrinkles out of her neck.
Her suggestion was that I go with her and have a massage which I did and believe me I was massaged by the most beautiful masseur that I had ever seen. So gorgeous and put together so well, everything perfectly proportioned and in its place, perfect skin, well manicured nails, softly spoken, would not be out of place on a cat walk. All in all a top looking lady, carried her breasts like medals for valour and walked like a $50 salad.
Get myself in the massage booth, sandals, shorts and shirt all off and there I am in my jocks when she comes in gesticulates with her hands and tells me that she wants my jocks off, so I grab a towel, tie it around like a sarong and drop the jocks. I have an inferior complex about nakedness as when I was a young man and found myself in this state for the first time the young lady that I was with burst out laughing and said. " Who do you think you are going to satisfy with that ?" and I said " Me."
I get myself face down on the massage and her first move is to slip her hands under my tummy undo the towel and pull it to the sides but keeping most of my bum covered.
The massage begins, you know the drill, toes, soles, feet, ankle, lower leg, upper leg and bit by bit up goes the towel for a very very sensuous touch on the upper inside leg. Same thing with the other leg, when she starts on my lower back the towel comes down and I am really getting a 99% body massage. Turns me over, does the front and the towel comes down, all in all there was not a lot she missed. It was the best massage I had ever had. My wife had a massage from her too but said that it was just another massage. The ladies name was Acka and when I left I got a cuddle and a kiss on both cheeks.
As we had another week at Mandira I had a massage with her every day,
and even treated to a shower afterwards when she was always on hand with a clean towel. Fussed over me every time.
Last night at the Mandira and we went out for dinner, turned right at the corner past the beauty salon,and passing a joint on the right about three spots up there is loud music coming out of the place with a stage in the background. It's a drag show. No prizes for guessing who's all tarted up in drag doing " Diamonds are a girls best friend."
Hello Acka !
So now you know why I pass the beauty salon with my visor down at a fair rate of knots and aviod the ' ladies sitting outside.'
Thats it folks, I can't think of anything that would make JBR6