Turkish Bath part 2

I saw a hotel with a sign in front for Turkish bath and massage. I go through the revolving door into the lobby. I asked the counter person where the spa was. He led me over to the elevator, pressed the button. When the door opens he pressed the button for the second basement level. A lot of old buildings in Istanbul have deep basements because the level of the street has risen over time. I ride the elevator down. I am tired as I had walked a long way during the day. It was sunny and just a bit of cold in the air. As the day went on it got colder. At least my bones felt cold. A good Turkish bath includes a sauna and a hot Turkish wash down. I can imagine that the Romans took bath exactly the same way.

At the reception for the spa, there was a guy who did speak English. He knew I was a tourist. I have that kind of vibe. He calls someone on the phone. It is a Turkish guy who is in a video chat with me. I said I would like a massage. He immediately says I can have the full package, massage, sauna, scrub, Turkish bath for a special rate. It was basically the cost for an expensive dinner for one. I said ok. The guy on the phone hangs up. I pay the money. I said I need to use the toilet. He leads me through an into the spa area. There is a dark hallway, at the end is a light in what looks like the toilet. I use the toilet. The sink is in the hall between two shower stalls. The setup looks improvised. Probably not a shower here in the original designs. I go back to the reception. I say I am ready.

A young Asian woman is there and says hello. A skinny black woman comes out. The black woman and the first guy takes me through another door. It leads to a corridor with nice lighting. There are about five heavy wooden doors opening onto the hallway. We go through the first door. To the right. There is a massage table in the center of the room. On the back wall is a shelf system made of dark wood, mirrors and glass shelves. There are various luxuries spa products displayed. I am assuming that they sell these to the women spa customers. There is a wooden clothes cabinet. The room is a bit cold, so there is a discussion between the man and the woman about climate. They both leave. I start to take off my clothes and hang them up. There is a knock on the door. In comes the woman with a controller for the heat pump. It goes on. Problem solved, and she leaves. I finish undressing. There is a bath towel rolled, and placed on the table. Under it was a cloth, which is probably wool, and has a orange and black plaid design. I used something similar at my first Turkish bath to wrap around my body. There are some white disposable slippers which never fit my feet. I m assuming that the train of events would be first to go to the sauna bath and then massage, so I am sitting in the chair waiting. The black woman comes into the room. She has very dark ebony skin. She is wearing tight sweat pants, and a blue athletic shirt with the name Emirates. I guess she must like soccer. Her black hair is tied in a very nice bun. It looks like it was done by a hairdresser, not by her in front of a mirror. Her face is very regal. I could imagine her being a queen in an African movie, or an actress. She is wearing earrings, that made of silver wire bent to form geometric shapes. She is wearing dark lipstick. Her mouth is slightly moving as she is chewing gum. I ask shower first? She responds, massage first then bath. I climb up on the table. I undo my cover and the she repositions it overs my butt and legs. She massages my legs up to my butt. I lift my butt so my dick is more comfortable. I have a feeling that it may get hard. She asks me if I am ok. I say I am fine, and I pick my head up to look at her. I ask her what her name was. She says it. I say my name. She repeats her name. Ok, I get it she wants me to say her name. I repeat her name. I then say what my name is. She asks me what country I am from. I say I am from Norway. I ask her where she is from. She say Uganda. She asks me why I come to Turkey in the winter. I say it is warmer than Norway. I say Uganda is very hot all the time. She says yes. I lay my head back down on the table. She starts to massage my feet very gently. She then uses oil to massage my legs and butt. She gets closer and closer to rubbing my balls but doesn’t. She climbs on the table and walks on me massaging as she moves. She straddles my butt. I can feel her crotch with my butt muscles. She is now massaging my back muscles up and down. I realize she I gripping her legs around me tightly. My butt is moving into her crotch. She is massaging me, and making my body massage her cunt. Ok, think she will do something else. She climbs down and does the side to side motion massage of the body. She reaches over and under to feel my balls a caresses my hard dick. She says. Turn over. She drapes the towel over my dick, but it is standing up. She leans over to me if I want something. I say yes. She repeats then question again if I want something. I say yes. What will you do? She says perhaps sex, how much is my tip? I am not sure what the right price. She thinks I am checking her out to see how pretty she is. She stands up straight. She is skinny. Her breasts are small. My breasts are larger than hers. I thought probably about the basic massage service but a little more, since I am asking to fuck. I get up and count then money and get the condom out. She takes the money and condom. She puts the money on the chair under her phone. She strips off her shirt and pants. I look at her. Her skin is so beautiful ebony. It looks soft unblemished. She is standing and leans over the table so her butt is facing me. I touch her back, and giver her a slight rub. I realize my hands are cold because I can see her react to them, but she doesn’t say anything. Very stoic behavior. Probably she has suffered worse than cold hands. I say, I want to massage you, and touch the top of the table. I am surprised that she lays her back on the table and opens her legs. I look at her tits. Laying on the table, her tits look like black fried eggs, with her nipples round and black and sinking into her breasts. When she was standing the nipples showed through her shirt. I look at her shaved pussy. She has extruding clit lips which I see as I am looking down at her. She reaches for my penis as it is hard and touching her leg. I move my hands to touch her and to give her a massage. I had already forgotten how cold my hands were, and as I touch her she reacts. I smile at her and say, I have cold hands. I am sorry. I use my arms to start s massage at her crotch up to her shoulders. I lean down on her, and massage her with my chest. I do this a short time. I stand back up with my penis against her crotch. She gives me the condom. I am going to give it to her to put on, but obviously she wants me to do it. I open the package. I pull out the condom. Which way does it roll down easily. Have I made sure there is no air in the sperm pocket. I roll it on. By this time my penis has become a little soft. I also don’t think she is very wet yet. I didn’t see her use any jelly so maybe she is young enough to get wet quickly when she feels the dick slide in her. She assists in directing my penis. Her hand makes it s bit harder, and if feel it get harder as I go in. She feels it and shudders. I am still standing, and she is crosswise on the table. Her head is hanging a bit over the other edge, so I slide her toward me as I move her butt a little closer to the edge. I reach under and hold her butt, and pull it towards me as I push in to her. I release my grip on her tinny but as I move out. I am looking at her. She is looking into my face. Is she looking into my eyes or my soul. Her regal beauty is even more striking as she lays there looking at me without blinking, as I slowly fuck her. She doesn’t say anything. There is no fake oh my good baby. She is just quiet, and looking at me with those eyes. I can see her soul. She is doing her job. That is what it is. I decide if I can make her close her eyes in pleasure that would be an accomplishment. I pick up the pace of my fucking. I use my pelvis to give her pelvis a massage each time I thrust into her. I find that if is stand on my toes and lean into her I can feel her pleasure. She closes her eyes. I am fucking. I feel my penis about to be fully engorged, the she does it. She asks if I have cum yet. No. I haven’t I respond. I ask how long does she want to be fucked. Five minutes ten, minutes? I asked. She says ten minutes. She says then we have a time limit. We have to be done. I move her up on the table then long way. I climb up enter her again. I have much better leverage. I can feel it going to explode, and she asks have up you cum yet? I give up. I pull out of her. She looks at my condom and sees that I have not. I say it is ok. She then pushes me down and mounts me. She slides herself over my dick. She says something snd I realize she wants me to lift up into her. I do this with my legs moving my pelvis into her. The dick is just hard. This position I have the worst time to cum, and only occasionally it does it, and usually only after both of us are a mass of wet dripping sweat. This was going to nothing for me. She says it is time. She gets off of me. She gets dressed. I thought ok, it is over. I start to get dressed and she says no. It is time for the bath. I ask if there is a lock for the door? She says no, but everything is safe here. I am sure she is safe but what about other clients. I pick up my billfold and wrap it in my hat and follow her to the sauna. I lay down and she gets some water for me. After five minutes I am sweating. I leave the sauna and go to the Turkish bath. The room has big round slab of marble. I touch it. Only the middle is hot. The outside edges are a bit cool. They must have just turned it on. She comes into the room. She blocks the door with a doorstop. No one can come in. I lay on the slab face up, and move the towel away from penis. She says turn over. You are making me blush. I am a lady you know. I turn over. She soaps my back and the scrubs me down well. She rinses me off and I turn over on my back. I spend my legs, and she puts the towel over my penis. She starts to wash me. I look over, and I see her bare legs sticking out of the towel she is wearing. I wonder if she is wearing under. I reach over and gently massage her legs, working my hand up to her butt. I massage her but and slide my hand on her pussy. She washes my legs. I remove the towel and move my hand to wash myself, and she takes both of her hands and washes my penis until it is hard. She says. Sit up and sit by the water. She is rinsing me with water and starts to give me a hand job. I am holding her back. I start to make a little noise,and she turns the faucet on to cover over any noise I might make. She makes me cum, but it is rinsed way, and she keeps massaging my dick. I don’t think she knew that she was successful. I was rinsed. She dried me in front with a towel. The she went in back of me. I leaned forward and she pressed herself against my towel wrapped , and reached under and squeezed my tits. I stood up turn around and gave her a hug. We were done. As I was dressing, she says we need more time. She asks for my number, so we can meet at my hotel room. I give her my number. Latter that night before sleeping I see her call. I need some rest. I am tired, but I would like to fuck her again,and again, and again, all night long. If I had energy.
We never met up after that. I did get multiple messages from her, but I decided it was better to let it go as good as my first fuck of an African woman.