Ah,
Bora Bora. It's been about ten years since I've been to
French Polynesia, but a chat room acquaintance was recently
sent there on business and came back with a tale I think
you'd like to hear about. Richard's company sends him
all over the world to install and program computers for
new businesses. He gets fabulous money and works his ass
off from 9:00 am to 6:00 pm; after that he's free to do
whatever he wants...all at his company's expense. He came
back raving about the beautiful women that slathered his
naked body with delicious oils of vanilla and coconut
and gave him wonderfully long, totally self-indulgent
massages on Bora Bora and Tahiti. Since the smell of vanilla
and coconut act as sexual stimulants for me, it made my
mouth water just hearing about it--or reading about it
as the case may be! He didn't actually call it 'prostitution'
because he paid strictly for the massage, but nonetheless,
he was the lucky recipient of two very effective hand
jobs during his stay on two islands.
"The way she
smoothed on the warm coconut oil and knowingly kneaded
out
every last bit of tension in his entire
body left him so relaxed he was unable to walk!"
If you have a fancy for beautiful, dark-skinned
women with flowing black hair that goes all the way to
her ass, you'll love all the islands of French Polynesia.
The smell of vanilla and coconut hang heavy in the air
and life is s-l-o-w. Yes, it's a bit touristy but if your
French isn't so good you'll be thankful most islanders
speak English
To get his massage, he needed only to
inquire at the front desk of his ritzy hotel in Papeete,
which, for obvious reasons, will remain unnamed. The
massage was performed in a small botanical room that
had a real waterfall, which emptied into a pond complete
with fish. It was erotic right from the start; the woman
wore a bikini top, a small sash around her voluptuous
hips, and a large white gardenia behind her ear. His
first massage was exactly that, a massage and nothing
more. But it was incredibly erotic and sensual and cost
approximately $32 for one hour.
She began by sweeping her long black
hair across his body, something he told me felt shockingly
sexy. The way she smoothed on the warm coconut oil and
knowingly kneaded out every last bit of tension in his
entire body left him so relaxed he was unable to walk!
Utterly speechless, he was. He requested the same girl
the following night and thought he'd try the standard
'signal' by asking if he could discard his towel and
continue the massage nude. He swears he did not tip
or make any gestures instigating sex; she just finished
him off with a superb hand job and invited him back
the following night. That was on Tahiti.
From there he went to Bora Bora (my
favorite) and booked in at the finest resort on the
island. For a very reasonable price of about $40 US
dollars he got a one-hour-fifteen-minute massage in
a glass room overlooking the ocean. It ended with a
very gratifying release.
I've never met Richard, but I can't
help but think he must be awfully good-looking to get
free hand jobs with a massage. Either that or he's extremely
likable. He says it's neither; he's just a 'gentleman'.
He may have a point there...a gentleman will win every
time.
Several airlines fly from PDX to Faaa
airport on Tahiti; fares are around $600. Once there,
expect to spend about what you would spend here for
hotels, food and drink. Massages are delightfully cheaper,
however, and much more sensuous, so have fun!
