I look out the airplane window to see the Pacific Ocean below, the lights and life of Hong Kong a fading memory. So much happened on this trip, business, pleasure; Lili.
She told me her name was Lili, and in the hour we spent together, that was the only word we exchanged. She whispered it to me as I opened my hotel room door, so light was her knock I barely knew she was there. But she was there, I sensed her. I opened the door and there she stood, wearing a hand-embroidered silk dress, petite and smiling. Oh her smile, those full lips, those yearning almond eyes, one eye hid behind the flow of her hair over face.
She smiled, said her name, and drew a finger up to her moist lips, silencing my words but not my beating heart. She placed one hand on my chest as she entered the room, moving me backwards as easily as the wind blows a feather. She stopped, and for the first time I noticed her petite body as she stood in front of me. Sensing where my gaze fell, she giggled and pulled on the waist string of her dress. Her robe fell down around her feet, and I fell with, falling back on the bed.
She stood there, smiling, letting me drink her in. Her hands were small yet perfect, her arms slim. I reached a hand out to greet her, and she leaned into it, allowing me a moment of closeness as I felt her firm, and smooth, flawless hands. As if to delay me the pleasure of relaxation, she leaned back again, just out of my reach.
Lili must have sensed my need, my yearning for her massage. She stepped forward, and with a flick of her head I knew she was asking me to turn over. Tingling with anticipation I quickly threw off my robe and lay on my stomach. I felt the bed shift on either side of me as Lili straddled my sore body. She slid her way up me, and I could feel the smooth warmth of her massage oil, exposed flower on my spirit. She settled in the small of my back. The first moment she lay her hands on me was electric. The blood rushed to my head at her touch.
She began; a soft, slow, smooth massage that was like no other. Her hands played up and down my spine, and as she leaned in to reach my upper back and shoulders, I could feel the tips of her hair tickling my back. The sensation was heavenly. She used warm oils in a process that slowly built. With each caress I could feel her drawing me into her. Without sound, through the tips of her fingers and the palms of her hands I could sense her communicating with me, and I with her. My body and senses were heightened like never before. I felt transported, away from the hotel room, away from Hong Kong, away to place where only she and I inhabited. A place I never wanted to leave.
With expert timing and touch Lili reached around and under my shoulder pad and took me in her hand. I wanted to roll over to face her, to gaze into those almond eyes as she massaged me to total relaxation, but she held me down firm with her arms. As she did so she pressed her Thai herb ball deeper into the small of my back. The herb ball was so moist, so warm. With massage oil dripping with fragrance and it pooled in the small of my back, trickling down the sides of my body. The warmth, the moisture, the grip on me became all too much, and I quickly reached my total relaxation. She continued to hold me in her soft hand, gently moving with the to and fro of my muscle release until it was complete.
I must have fallen asleep, and I don’t know how much time had passed before I awoke to find her gone. If it were not for her herbal massage ball that still lay at the foot of the bed I would have thought if she was a dream. But she is not, and here, on this plane, as I sit in the dark I, finger the silky softness of her dress, concealed in my carry-on luggage, and wonder if ever again I will see my terrific massage therapist next time around.