This is going back some eighteen or nineteen years now.
I was visiting some family down on the Isle of sheppey, stopping at the Railway Hotel near the leisure centre.
I wasn't in the mood for a chase through the towns pubs for some company but one of the local shops had the good old Massage Available postcards in the window. I grab a couple of numbers, dial up from the phone box, first ones a bust, not working for monthly reasons, second one won't do out calls.
After a bit of arranging she gives me her address, five minutes walk from the hotel anyway so I'm not that fussed, and as it's not for a couple hours I grab a shower before heading off.
When I turn up and knock a middle aged woman answers up, let's me in, sorts out payment and sends me upstairs.
If you know Sheerness, then you'll know that the houses on Beach Street are tiny.
The woman in the room up there turns out to be early thirties, dressed in frilly ankle socks, mini skirt and bra. It was the one I'd spoken to on the phone, and she knew what I was looking for.
No pretense at a massage, but I did find out that in the other upstairs room there was table for it, though that weren't til afterwards on the way out.
I don't remember her name in all fairness, and for an hour in a tiny room, I'm talking eight by ten foot at most, on a large single bed being ridden for most of it before being noshed off and dropping a load on her tits.
Paid forty at the door for a "deep physical massage" that was "garenteed to leave you feeling better than before".
In all fairness she was trim, nice tits, no piercings other than her ears, bottle red hair and was trimmed but not fully shaven down below.
No RO, no massage, no ballsucking, just an honest rut for a small fee.
Did I feel better than before?
Yes I did.
Any regrets about it?
I didn't see if she was available when I went back a year later, but to be honest I'd have preferred a room with a bit more sound proofing so I couldn't hear what was happening on TV downstairs.
Still it was cheap, she was clean, the place was small but tidy, and postcard punts are always a bit tricky because there's no pictures of the girl involved.
