My Ayuvedic Body Massage Experiance

After doing so much yoga and finding myself aching in places were I didn't even know I had muscles I decided to treat myself to a nice massage.
Well what an experience!!!!

I had noticed a Ayuvedic treatment centre up on the headland separating Palolem And Colom balancing up above the rocks.The setting looked very picturesque, surrounded with beautiful trees and flowers so I decided to take a stroll up there one day after coming from the beach as the sun was starting to set.
I soon realised to my annoyance that this was the worst bloody time to be wandering off into the woodlands as the flamin mosquito's were just coming out for dinner I had come straight from a day on the beach so I did not have my mozzy spray with me so I was ravished by the bleeders.
I think it is deeply unfair that I a vegetarian and lover of all of Gods creatures should be attacked and blood sucked from my poor defenseless body in this way. I mean I don't even kill mosquito's I feel bad if I step on a ant and I always rescue flies out of drinks on bits of tissue praying over them in the hope that may sober up from the gin and manage the strength to un-stick themselves from the tissue and fly off into the warm breeze alive and free to see another day.
So by the time I had finally found the treatment rooms through a maze of banana trees bushes and shrubs and coconut palms I was flustered and covered in itchy red bites.

I stood in the little reception area inside a small wooden building reading a list of treatments from a notice board.
There were four cubicles curtained off with long black pieces of silk  with pretty borders of rust, orange and red. There was a glorious scent of jasmine and patchouli from the oils that I presumed were being smoothed onto the aching bodies of tourists behind the curtains. Incense burned and a stereo played the sweet mellow sounds of tropical birds that slowly started to relax me after my ordeal with the man eating mosquito's outside in the woods.

A gentleman who must have sensed my presence as I did not make a sound came from behind the curtain and whispered a welcome to me. He was short about thirty five and had a friendly smile and I noticed he had enormous hands. I told him that i would like to have a massage that I had a quick look at the list and would like the Ayurveda Body massage. I was really hoping it was not him that was going to do the treatment. I never like to have men massaging me, I know they are usually stronger but it feels all too personal for my liking,  I feel uncomfortable and tense and I really wanted to be able to relax and enjoy this treat I had awarded myself after hours of yoga.
Anyway he made a phone call, told me to wait on one of the wicker chairs in the reception and returned to his client behind the silk curtain. I was not waiting long when two Indian ladies dressed in matching sari's which I presumed must be the uniform, appeared at the door and I felt so relieved that I would not be stripping down to my under-crackers in front of some random guy with hands the size of shovels a pot of burning oil and a twinkle in his eye.

They escorted me into one of the little cubicles and pulled the black silk curtain closed. It was a small room and in the centre of the floor stood a dark wooden table.It was the darkest wood I have ever seen and it was huge, it appeared to be just one piece of solid wood on four solid legs, that must have been one bloody great tree I found myself thinking.
 I could not for the life of me  imagine having a massage on this piece of solid wood and i certainty could not imagine it being comfortable. Where is the mattress i thought or the leather couch that i used when I worked as a masseuse.
The room was dark and a candle twinkled in the corner and  it was warm and sweetly scented and as I looked around I could see the sky above and the coconut palms there was a huge gap in between the wooden walls and the thatched palm roof. and I again realised that lying there on that wooden table I would most definitely be eaten alive my bloody mozzies.

The older of the ladies told me to "take clothes off" I instantly felt shy as both woman were staring at me. I slipped off my little dress and then she looked firmly at me again and said "Clothes off" and I thought she cant mean my bloody knickers as well surly.  I had visions of me naked covered in oil slipping and sliding legs a kimbo flashing my uterus all over this what looked like very old kitchen table. I'm quite sure it wouldn't have been the first time and I'm quite sure it would not be pretty.

Now if I had had a few gins before going for this massage I would have stripped off without a moments hesitation, swung my knickers around my head and seductively cast them aside into the grateful waiting hands of the youngest lady in the corner and then would have back flipped butt naked onto the table and would have treated them both to a complimentary lap dance LOL LOL But I was sober and I know this is hard for some of you to believe but I am very very shy, honest!
Anyway I took off my bikini top and with a small argument and a lot of tutting and a few grabs of the strings that were holding my privates, private she gave up and allowed me to keep my knickers on, I was deeply grateful.
The older of the ladies helped me up onto the table and the treatment began. I had no idea what to expect and I thought it was very strange that the second lady was still in the room, I thought perhaps she was an apprentice and was there to watch or perhaps she was a bit of a perv,  but then both ladies set to work one on either side of my body. They dripped hot oil bordering on scolding all over my body and massaged me so firmly and with such speed and vigor that I really thought that at any moment I would come skidding on my bare arse off the table feet first through the silk curtain flying past the shocked faces of the waiting clients in the reception and straight out into the flora and fauna of the  garden.
I had never in my life experienced anything like it. It really felt surreal and like no massage I had ever had anywhere in the world. Both woman used exactly the same movements at the same time, pushing and pulling me in all directions, slapping me and pounding me with their fists the only difference was the older lady was firmer I could tell she knew what she was doing you could tell she had been doing this for many years.
 They massaged everything and I mean boobies too, I didn't dare object.  I was so bloody glad I  kept my knickers on because i was slipping around on that table like a mud wrestler.
After been flipped over and receiving a buttock massage  as well as the best foot leg and back massage I have ever had I was then treated to the pummeling of my life LOL!!!
The younger  lady left us alone she had probably had enough of the sight of my pale flabby body skidding around on that table to last her a life time
Then the delightful therapist went to work on me. I'm not sure what it was that she was using It felt like a really heavy sponge wrapped in cloth that was red hot banging over and over all over my back and buttocks and legs. She really did go for it, she knocked ten bells out of me. In between each battering she dipped the offending item into hot oil and then walloped me with it some more. This went on for at least ten minutes, whack pound whack pound I just lay there thinking the poor bloody mosquito's will be crushed to death. I will be walking around with their little corpses stuck to my ass all the way home.

Eventually the beating was over and she asked me to sit up and she pulled me by the thighs to the side of the table so I was looking straight into her face and my legs were hanging off the table. Strange position to find one self in especially with your boobs hanging out I mean for the love of God.
She then began to massage my face which was so strange especially when her face was so close to mine that I could count the grey hairs in her eyebrows and the only thing in between us was my boobs, but by this time I would have gone along with anything.
After the face rub she towelled me down and told me "Clothes on".
I have to say it was a rather interesting encounter. I certainly felt zoned out but not quite sure if I was super relaxed or just in a state of shock.

Then to just round the treatment off nicely as I jumped off the bed and glanced over my shoulder I noticed the table was smothered and covered  in oil it was as  black as the black hole of Calcutta and there on the side of the table where I had sat having a topless face rub were two huge dry circular shapes were my humongous ass cheeks had been, I could not believe that that was actually the size of my bottom it looked like a baby elephant had sat there Nice touch Jacqueline!!!