Feliks
If in the first part she revealed the sides of her head, in this second part she takes me to experience erotic massages at Oasis Massein in Medellín
Lidia granted all my wishes (I)
She came over slowly, with that playful smile, her ponytail swinging from side to side, giving me a glimpse of the shaved sides of her head.
She pulled me up from the chair, her hand sliding right where it counted.
“You’re gonna have to hold out,” she said. “We’re not done yet.”
Lidia grabbed my hand and led me out to the Envigado metro station. We hopped on Line A to San Antonio, switched over to Line B, and got off at Suramericana. The whole time, she looked different—brighter, like the buzzed sides of her hair were catching every bit of light. She was stunning.
We walked through busy neighborhoods, the kind where the streets are always alive, but as soon as we turned onto 42B Street in Conquistadores, things started to change. The rough brick houses faded away, replaced by upscale villas and manicured facades.
It took us a minute to find Oasis Massein. It was tucked behind a gated entrance, marked by a small sign, no bigger than a business card, that simply read “Oasis.” Lidia rang the bell.
A gorgeous woman answered, with jet-black hair and features that seemed to carry a mix of her heritage.
“Buenos días,” she said with that musical paisa accent. “You must be Lidia and Aurel, or am I mistaken?”
“That’s right, it’s us,” Lidia replied.
“Come on in,” she said, stepping aside.
The reception area was chic, a blend of Nordic minimalism and cosmopolitan flair, with the kind of beige sofa that just screamed style.
“Please, take a seat,” she said, motioning us toward the couch.
She came back with a tray holding a couple of steaming infusions—“Damiana and ginseng,” she explained—and some cold drinks: ginger with cranberry, orange peel, and mint. “To keep you hydrated and set the mood,” she added.
“So, how are you two doing?” she asked.
“Very well,” Lidia said. “We’re enjoying what Medellín has to offer.”
“First time here?”
“Yes, actually. We came to check out your services.”
“Oh, no pressure,” she laughed. “I might have to talk to the Mayor about getting a cut for bringing in the tourists.”
“Lidia, Aurel,” she continued, “here’s how it works. You booked the full Luxor therapy package, extras included. I’ll need you to pay upfront, and then we’ll go over the details. Credit card okay?”
“Yes, credit card,” Lidia answered.
She went to grab the card reader. “That’ll be 800,000 pesos,” she said.
As Lidia handed over the card, I leaned in and whispered, “That’s a lot.”
“Relax,” she said. “You deserve it. Besides, it’s less than a night in a Madrid hotel.”
“The Luxor therapy,” she explained, “is a mix of relaxation, deep tissue, Thai, energy, and soothing massage, all rolled into one. Miranda and I, she’s the other therapist, will work every inch of your bodies, awakening all five senses. Are you okay with us being fully nude?”
