Waaaay long ago...first massage I ever got...pretty sure at the Stardust, in Vegas, although it could have been the Frontier.
I was super nervous, woman/masseuse was very nice. Found out that I had never had a massage, explained how everything worked...disrobe, put clothes here, lie face down, put sheet over myself. She'd come in and do a full cover etc...
Asked me about problem areas and I explained that I work on my feet 12-15 hours a day, 6 days a week (in restaurants at the time) and basically everything from my lower back down all hurt, especially calves and hamstrings. Does X hurt? yes. Does Y hurt? yes. Do your adductors hurt? My what? Explained to me that I just "need to relax" and let her do her job. If anything hurt or was uncomfortable, let her know and she'd modify it.
Couple times she'd press on something and I'd just and she'd apologize and adjust. Every once in a while as she was moving muscle groups she'd say "now if this hurts" or "if this is uncomfortable"
Gets time for a flip, I don't really want to (because then she's going to see my boner) and I flip and she says nothing about it. Tells me she is going to work on my adductors (my what?) and the boner isn't going anywhere at this point.
(sidebar, adductor massages can suck)
Tells me again, let me know if anything is uncomfortable and I can modify it and then it happens....she is massaging something we hadn't talked about and 3 to 4.5 seconds later, she is doing a quick cleanup while continuing the massage and letting me know to let her know if anything is uncomfortable.
To be honest, ruined the massage and my mood. I was 95% sure I was going to get in trouble with security or the cops or something (I was 22-23), and I was somewhere between embarrassed and confused.
Couple days later I had gotten over embarrassed and confused and couldn't wait for my next massage. Never had a legit massage like that again. Chasing the high