Wax On, Wax Off

OK, this started as a post on a forum, but I think it's safe to post this as a blog entry. TG= Tattoo Girl= an incredible blonde. Machu Pichu= another blonde that likes to barge her way into my life.
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I made the appointment for wax and massages for 2:00 today (Saturday). I went bike riding in the morning since it's been nearly 2 months since I rode on the mountain.

I picked up TG around 1:45 and we headed down to the spa. The wax girl was waiting for us. She was an attractive hapa (half Japanese, half white) girl. She led us to another cabin where the waxing stuff was located. I laid on a table and the girl described what she was going to do. TG agreed with the girl's recommendations, so I said, "well since she's the one dating me, I'll go with what she said."

The waxing wasn't so bad. The only part that hurt was when the girl used tweezers. She also noticed TG's back tattoo and they started talking about it. Turns out the wax girl has cherry blossoms tattooed on her back.

"Am I the only one without a tattoo," I asked.

"Yeah, it's pretty rare now days to not have a tattoo. That just makes you unique," replied TG.

TG was pleased with how the waxing turned out. The wax girl also said it looked good. I guess they're right. It does make my eyes look bigger, which helps since I got them small asian eyes. I just lament the loss of my Sonny Chiba brows.

After that, we were led to the massage area. Since I requested a couple's massage, they had set up two massage tables on the lanai of the massage cabin. The masseuses instructed us to disrobe, put on a sarong, and lay on the table face down. They said that if we wanted our hips and gluts massaged, we should remove our undergarments. Then they left. I had to pee, so I went to the bathroom. When I got back, TG was already undressed and on the table. She was all smiles as I did a little strip tease in front of her. When I got to my underwear, I asked if I should get my gluts massaged. She pretty much said that since we were here... So I dropped the boxer-briefs. I think TG dug that. I grabbed the sarong and wrapped it around me and jumped on the table. I didn't mind being naked in front of TG, but the blinds around the lanai covered from the roof to about waist high. Anyone in the area could see my willy. (TG tricked me into thinking she was nude. She kept her panties on. Minx.)

The massage itself was good. I can see why some people go to spas often. When it was done, I was super mellow mellow. Kind of like floating. And no, I did not need a happy ending. In fact, it didn't feel sexual at all.

Then we went riding to Koloa, and then TG suggested we catch the matinée since it was too early for dinner.

It was in Koloa that TG confessed. She had looked up and peeked when the girl was massaging my ass. She said it looked hot. I think the massage went to her brain. I've seen my ass in a mirror. I wasn't impressed. As she looked at my ass being massaged, the masseuse looked at her and winked. When she told me that, I felt degraded like a piece of meat. Which means I loved it, of course heh.

We were too early for the movie we wanted to see, so we headed to Starbucks for a drink. We chatted a bit and shared a cookie, then we headed back to the cinema.

We watched Horton Hears a Who. Is there anything cuter than TG laughing in the movies? The movie was also pretty good. I thought Steve Carell did an excellent job. Now I wonder if I can convince/trick TG into watching Indiana Jones and Speed Racer with me.

After the movie we went to dinner. TG suggested Mexican. I said I never had it, but I'd try it. Funny thing is that when Machu Pichu requested Mexican on one of our lunches, I flat out declined and went for Korean instead. Guess that shows how they rank on the Nonwheezer-scale. hehe. TG, if you don't hear from me, check MP's trunk.

Turns out I did have Mexican food before. I guess I just misunderstood the whole Mexican food thing. I figured it would be Mexican CUISINE. Much like how you can have Chinese take-out, and Chinese cuisine. But TG put me straight. Mexican take-out and cuisine is the same thing. And to fully immerse myself in the Mexican culture, I had a Corona.

Back at TG's place, I drank nearly a gallon of water. I don't know what the deal was. I think the beer/burrito combo made me thirsty. We sat down and watched an independent movie called Close Your Eyes. It was meh. But having a warm TG snuggled up next to me made the movie more enjoyable than Star Wars: A New Hope, a movie TG confessed never seeing all the way through.

Did I mention I took every opportunity to smell TG's hair? Yeah, I'm a freak like that, but even after 9 hours, her hair smelled divine.

Oh, TG owes me lunch.