I've seen the word “clingy” in some reviews used to describe SPs in reports but my experience here recently gives the word a whole new meaning.
I’d considered giving this place a try for some time. It’s located in a quiet, short pedestrian shopping precinct in the centre of town. Phoned to make an appointment & when I rocked up there the Chinese manageress/receptionist asked me if I’d be wanting B2B. Told her yes if it would be a nice girl. Turned out that Lily, whom someone here reported providing him with “one of the best blow jobs I have ever had” sadly wasn’t working that day, but she assured me that Lucy was good.
Quick shower down the corridor & waited in the room for Lucy who turned out to be a fairly unremarkable looking Chinese. Difficult to judge her age but told me she’s 22. Hmmm, maybe. Her best feature is a nice pair of natural tits with responsive nipples. Very little English spoken so we didn’t have a lengthy discussion on the subject of Brexit, though she was quite proficient with the words “darling” & “oh baby.”
The legit side of the mssage was very effective – sorted out some knots in my neck & shoulders. Minimal sensuality apart from a few inner thigh brushes. She hadn’t offered B2B by the 20 minute mark so I raised the subject & she opened with £40. Told her I usually pay £30 but she wouldn’t budge so I didn’t push it. Asked her if she wanted paying in advance which she did. A fairly attractive body then emerged, quite sturdy but not fat & with a hairy bush.
She oiled up, climbed aboard & got started with some body slides. Soon asked to turn & she caused me a few anxious moments when she got face to face with me & manoeuvred herself into what felt like a sexual position with a few thrusts. Due to the low lighting & the fact that she was blocking my view I still can’t be 100% sure that Percy didn’t enter the portal but I soon pulled away & got her into a 69 position though I didn’t fancy RO. Pussy access allowed & she was getting damp.
I raised the subject of a blow job but she said no. Fair enough, no probs. Then five minute later she had a change of heart & said yes, for another £10. Now this is where the clingy bit came in. She went over to the side cabinet & started faffing about searching for a condom…or so I thought. But no, she eventually came up with a roll of cling film, ffs. She then had trouble peeling a piece off so I had to lend a hand & eventually she came away with a piece she deemed big enough big enough to use as a substitute condom. Wrapped it round the old boy & away she went. I just lay back without looking, just used my imagination & let her get on with it. Got to admit it felt pretty good…cling film or not.
Five minutes later I was done. Just as well I didn’t intend to have CIM or COB as it took Lucy a few minutes to peel the fucking stuff off before providing a comprehensive clean up.
I didn’t ask her for an explanation so I still don’t know whether she couldn’t find a condom (she didn’t ask me if I had one – I didn’t), or if it was her usual M.O. Or maybe just she wasn’t used to giving OW. I didn't inquire if she did FS! On my way out the manageress/receptionist asked if the massage was o.k. but I didn’t mention the cling film.
So a unique & novelty experience, at least as far as I’m concerned.
