Well, this one became a bit of a project for me - I enjoyed the meet, hence the positive review, but everyone should be aware that meeting Ms Warner is not a feat easily accomplished and requires persistence beyond the call of duty. Most punters would:
a. have died of old age before they got to see her
b. given up long before she got her scatty head around the fact that she's made an appointment and ought to keep it
I rang her and got no reply so left a message. I had heard from someone here that she was difficult to get hold of, so I wasn't really expecting a response. However, I got a reply by text, I replied, made an appointment, all going well. I texted to confirm the evening before and she replied to say that she couldn't do the appointment and offered another day for a reschedule. I agreed. Evening before the next meet, she texted to say she couldn't make it and suggested another reschedule. I agreed. SHe asked if I had seen her before and when I said not she asked where I had got her number from and where I had heard that she did massage. I said I couldn't remember and she didn't press me.
By this stage I had given up any real hope of seeing her but just wanted to see if it was possible and if she would come through in the end. We went through 6 reschedulings, as well as a break because she said her mum was sick and everything was difficult and she was too stressed.
Anyway, eventually I agreed a time on a friday - texted to confirm the night before, no reply, texted in the morning, no reply, gave up and in the afternoon she texted to say "are we still on form Monday"!!!! Rescheduled for Monday and, hallellujah, she came through.
So, on to the meet. Parked in a public car park 3 minutes walk from her nice cottage. House is terraced and it appears that she has let out the ground floor to someone else and a degree of sneaking up and down stairs is required.
She is gorgeous. I guess she must be my age (mid 50s) but she is petite, blonde, slim as a 20 year old, dressed in lycra leggings and a tight pink vest top with beautiful slim feet (feet aren't my thing particularly but I suddenly could see how they might be..) Up stairs to an attic bedroom with a massage table squeezed in alongside a double bed. I was offered my choice of the two and went for the massage table. I stripped off (she offered to leave me while I did, but I was happy to have her there and we chatted while I did), hopped on the table, face down, face in the hole, watching her feet wander round the table. She started of with a soft massage of my back and I wasn'tsure where we were going and then she started dipping in, her fingers tickling up the insides of my thighs and nestling between my balls and my legs, in that sensitive little crease. And then more strokes, light, tantalising on my balls (she stayed away from my anus, unfortunately). she had my hips lifting and straining and then she came up the head end and pressed her groin gently onto my right hand - first the front of her hip and then onto her crotch and then her pussy, moving it side to side on my fingers. I played with her bum and then directly started to finger her through her leggings. She paused, took the leggings of, leaving her knickers, and came back and i plunged in.. eventually I slid my fingers under her knickers and she was absolutely sopping wet. I turned over onto my back and she started taking care of the old fella while I continued to finger her. she gave a really good impression of a girl who was genuinely turned on. She kept her op on but was happy for me to grope at her boobs and to scoop them out over the top of her bra; they seemed a good size and natural, with lovely nipples. I wonder if she is worried that they sag too much and is self conscious about exposing them. I like a bit of weight nad hang to a boob, so I would have liked them, but whatever.... Eventually I came very hard, she handed me a bunch of tissues and sat on the sofa chatting while I cleaned up.
She is scatty - says she has ADHD and I can believe it - also that she has a bad back that puts her out of action. We chatted a bit obout the old days which she said were not a good time for her and she obviously hasn't spent or saved her money wisely (otherwise she wouldnt be doing this now).
Would I go again? I'm not sure. I enjoyed the meet enormously, I fancied the pants off her and I wonder how much more is on offer if she likes you. But I'm not sure I can be bothered if the same level of mucking about is involved.
Because I always expected that she was going to cancel I didn't have my hopes dashed and I had treated it from the start as a project to see if I could ever get to see her. So I felt a real sense of achievement. If she had been just a normal working girl and not "Jane Warner, Page 3 girl" I would have bailed ages ago.
So - many - most even - would give her a negative and she would completely deserve it. But for me, because she was so good looking in a MILFie sort of way and I had such a nice time while I was there, I'm giving her a positive - with a "buyers beware".
Don't shoot me if you disagree with my rating - it's not worth the bloody struggle...
oh and I paid £70
