First massage experience

Written to us by one of our clients, who prefers to stay anonymous. Would you like to share your experience? Please write to us and let us know whether you are happy for your story to appear on site.

I had had massage before, of course. While on holidays, when recommended by my doctor after a bicycle accident, and just to relieve stress. The only difference was that I was massaged in a strictly clinical way, and often by a woman. This was going to be something entirely different…

I would not describe myself as socially relaxed in general, and finding myself naked in a room with a handsome stranger was a pleasant prospect, of course…but also a daunting one. The first time I booked was even before I arrived in London. A friendly voice on the other end took my details, wished me a  good massage, and a confirmation arrived by text message shortly after. That’s when I thought: „What am I doing?“. So I cancelled. Luckily, it wasn’t an issue as I cancelled in advance and I was assured that I could call again if I changed my mind. Which I did, but not until a week later.

It happened while I was sitting in my hotel room with a glass of wine. I had done what I came to London for, and tomorrow I would be leaving. Perhaps the slightly boozy dinner with my partners an hour before made me bold, I am not sure. I thought – what the hell – and made a booking. What helped was that I was assured of absolute discretion, and I was asked whether I wanted my masseur to meet me in the lobby or whether he should come up. I don’t care, I said. Just ask him to be discreet. That’s all that matters.

There were two hours to kill, and I glanced at myself in the mirror. Did it matter how I looked? Should it? I had had a shower in the morning, but decided to take another one. It would sober me up. I didn’t want to spend my massage indecorously passed out flat on my face. For the remainder of the time I tried to catch up on some work, but my thoughts were elsewhere…

My masseur was very punctual. When I heard a knock on the door, my heart jumped. There was no turning back now. I opened the door to reveal an achingly handsome young man, who came inside and introduced himself. I think what immediately put me at ease was that he did not look me up and down, did not stay silent – I don’t think I would have been able to talk first. He immediately took the lead and asked me whether I wanted to have a shower while he set up the room. I responded that I had done so already, and he smiled. „In that case I will get ready quickly and we will begin“, – he touched my shoulder lightly, – „try to relax. And don’t worry, even if you can’t. I will help you with it.“ Ah, so the person who took my booking told him it was my first. Very well. The lights were switched off and candles were lit, which cast our shadows on the wall. The scent of massage oil filled the room.

„Do I…?“ – I was about to ask, but my masseur got there first. „Please, dress down,“ – he said, – „and let me do the rest.“

Hours later, untempted by the on-flight entertainment, I let my thoughts drift off to that unforgettable evening. I was anxious no longer. Next time he won’t need to ask me to dress down…