I came back from the Tunisia this night 04\05\2014. So, I spent there 10 days. And I can say that it was one of the best trips of my life.
I really don’t remember something like this… but I didn’t want to go there. I understood that it was necessary because I had finished my work In Indians’ company not on the positive moment, and straight after it I couldn’t find a new job quickly. Then I understood that the finding of a new job could be a long process and I had hysteric because of this, it was necessary to divert myself from the sad thoughts and stop depression.
But this trip had been planned and I bought a tour, took several books with me, English lessons and left the Moscow 24\04\2014. My plan and my expectations were very smal: good hotel, fresh meal, improvement of my English and spa. Actually I fulfilled that plans just in a part: hotel and meal was simple but quite good, SPA – it’s separate story, but my English was improved just in part of listening and talking. Because…
The weather was wonderful, not hot and a bit windy, but always enough good for suntan. And I found a new acquaintance – the woman about 40, who was the reason of my plans changing. We met in a lobby straight after arrival. Then it appeared that she is my opposite in a character and tastes, but at that our daily regime (we get up and go to sleep in one time), our plans (spa and beach) and mood were the same (we both need to change our routine, new impressions and to get a new guts to continue our life).
So, we were a good pair, she talked a lot - I listened to her, she knew a lot about spa-center we visited – I needed this information, she gave me a lot of new information about fashion and professional shopping in the internet and told me a lot about absolutely another life and people I had never met (she is working as a investment broker in the market of luxury real estate and her clients are extremely rich people (but it appeared that all of them are just PEOPLE with their own advantage and disadvantages and they have problems too). The God couldn’t send me anybody better then she was!!!
The problem was just one and it existed just to me: in our talasso-center there was the young massagist (26 year old) we both liked. He tried to charm both of us but with different targets. All in all I feel just sorry for him. There is no future in Tunisia to the usual people (like in Russia), but he wanted so desperately to change his life with any possible and available ways.
Masha speaks in English quite well and she is extremely sociable, besides when she talks about herself, it looks at first as if she is very well off and successful woman. May be because of it this young man tried to get close to her. Finally in the last day of our trip they had a date, but to my regret without sex… (my be it was better to her)…. But she really liked him….
At that he simultaneously tried to pick me up. But it wasn’t a trial to charm me or court me; it was temptation, just sexual instinct. When he made a massage to me for the first time it was just great, in his action actually there wasn’t anything forbidden, but they were arguable. I mean that he made my body to give a feedback to him, to go to the contact with his skin. For example he put his arm (elbow) under my neck and slowly spin it till the moment my lips touched his shoulder … when I suggested that it wasn’t “normal” actions I opened my eyes and looked at him, but his eyes were cold… I relaxed and gathered that it’s just my fantasy.
But when he made me massage for the second time, his movements sometimes looked like hugs… and in some time I felt his breath on my skin, than he tried to kiss me… I didn’t wanted anything like this at first, but his hands were so soft and convinced and his lips were so insisted … I capitulated… and I liked to feel his tongue inside my throat…. Then as if it was just by mistake he touched my hand with his penis and I understood that he has excited, horny… then he took his trousers off and I realised that I was right … there wasn’t sex …. But just because I’m stupid idiot and extremely loyal wife.
Next day I felt a blame before Masha - when it happened I had known that she really liked him… but I kept silence… now I understand that they will never have any relationship … but at that I didn’t got what I wanted… but may be if I really wanted it, I’d got it…. Why knows?
I’m 35 and now I understand what is sexual tourism…. This situation reminds me the movie with Charlotte Rampling called “Vers le Sud” (2005). But I can say that Masha would occupy the position of Charlotte vs that native young black man, and I would take the position the Blondy….
But I really liked him, and if he didn’t tried to pick up both of us, may be we would have a sex…