I had an authentic Nuru massage today. I suppose I cannot attest to its authenticity as today was the first time I have ever had this particular experience but it was advertised as authentic. The masseuse was a lovely Asian woman who said her name was Nami but that may not be true. Anyway, it was very pleasant and I encourage everyone to try it at some point.
An interesting feature which I will note here is the different dynamics between the two showers one takes with Nami during the appointment. Upon arrival, we got undressed and got in the shower. This was the "fun" shower in which Nami rubs her ass on you and lathers you with body wash, you get to wash her breasts, etc. She understandably wants you as clean as possible for the massage but there is plenty of teasing and sensuality. Massage happens, your body gets covered in the Nuru gel and there is another fluid at the end. Once this is done, you then take another shower with her which was . . . different. Firstly, walking across a linoleum bathroom floor while everything from the neck down is covered in super slippery gel is more dangerous than one might realize. Placing a steadying hand on a counter doesn't really work when said hand slides right off everything. Once I had made it safely to the shower, the post-nut clarity made it kind of weird to actually be showering (by which I mean using the shower for the purpose of cleaning instead of sexual arousal) with a virtual stranger. I didn't know what to do with my hands and I felt almost compelled to make small-talk. I'm not good at small-talk with people I know reasonably well. Today was the third time I have been in the same room with Nami and we haven't really been spending our time getting to know one-another so you can guess what the quality level of any small-talk would be (it would be "tiny talk" to take a line from the sitcom Frasier). Shouldn't ejaculating on a woman's breasts and stomach move things past the awkward stage? Life is weird.