The billboard outside indicated that it was a beauty parlour where you could have beauty treatments such nail painting, depilation, massage, hair dressing I returned the greeting in my accented French and then addressed the young lady in English shame on me , but she was able to book me in for a massage on my yacht, a personal service which was offered. Actually, the boss lady who is very good. Two days later I awaited the arrival of Monique, sitting on the aft deck of my yacht enjoying a glass of wine when a lovely lady arrived.
I invite her on board and to sit with me while we have a glass of champagne. She is tall, extremely good looking, blond hair falling about her shoulders, blue eyes, wearing a loose fitting white blouse, a short white skirt and low rise heeled white shoes.
We sit and converse for a while on the aft deck which is quite visible to passers by on the quayside, such that I notice a man who is peering rather intensely at Monique, particularly at her legs well displayed because of her short skirt.
Do you think he is trying to see your panties? Monique is also carrying a white bag which, I later discover, has her various paraphenelia for providing a massage. I must now prepare so please be showing me where you would like me to massage you. In which place, no room, you would like to do this?
I must prepare and will ask you to come back in a few moments. Soon, she is ready, and changed into a tight fitting white top and leggings which are skin tight. I can discern nothing under either of these garments. I notice, while undressing, various lotions and potions arranged on a side table, her blouse and skirt - but no bra — on a chair. I stretch out on the bed as instructed; Monique returns after a few minutes, covers my legs and middle with a blanket, and starts to massage my back, ironing out knotted muscles, moves the blanket over my back, turns her attention to my legs.
