I just need to get this final pre-lockdown sexperience recorded before the opportunity expires after 6 months …
Link:External Link/Members OnlyLogistics:As ever, sorting a session at
Masha Massage remains an easy and efficient business.
Masha herself answered my call, having recognized my saved number on their hotline. She was sad to let me know that she was unavailable to me that afternoon. Ordinarily, I decline to slip under anyone else, but I was desperately busting to off-load and Masha promised that available Kate would look after me. So, Kate it was … booked for an hour’s B2B.
Location:No change …
Location:
Masha and her team work out of a ground floor flat in a small block on the edge of a residential road. There is ample free parking on the road itself, otherwise Edgware tube station is a 25min walk away or an 8min ride on Bus 288. The entrance to the block is a tad conspicuous, but I’ve never had to loiter outside … as I wait in my car for Masha to text me to come in.
Both bedrooms are used for massage … massage table in the centre, surrounded by dimmed lighting and mood music … sparse shelving with neatly arranged oils/creams, tissues/wipes and stacked clean towels … and best of all, a large horizontal mirror screwed parallel to the wall, allowing perfect reflection of your oily body beneath your writhing masseuse.
The bathroom is always immaculate … cleaned, dried, scented and sparkling by whichever masseuse has used it last after their punter … an indication how Masha runs her tight operation.
Looks:Kate is possibly the SP cropped in these photos from the website …
Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members OnlyI say ‘possibly’, as these photos are of a younger SP, albeit likely Kate of yesterdecade. Nonetheless, Kate is still a pretty MILFy sort … 5’6” and Size 10 with 34B top and nicely fleshed-out bottom … but a tad paunchy inbetween.
Kate is easily in her 40s. Originally from Moldova, and not long in the UK, Kate’s English is serviceable.
Services:Kate greeted me through the door with a double-kiss and beaming smile. After kicking off my shoes by the doorway, as usual, I followed Kate’s wiggle to the bedroom. She sported a patterned one-piece and figure-hugging mini-dress … accentuating her curves, but holding her stomach in. In the bedroom, Kate sweetly apologized for her limited English … and expressed reassurance that I was Masha’s ‘regular’ … she had clearly been primed to please by her boss!
I confirmed an hour’s B2B for £80 to which Kate smiled, “Of course!” … I knew this ought to be topless, but held back an extra £10 for panties off, if I later fancied it. But, as I fully undressed, Kate did so fully too … result!
I assumed my usual position on the massage table, face snuggled in the hole, arms along edge and palms up, and thighs splayed to reveal my balls and undershaft. Kate came close to the right side of table, brushing her thighs along my arm. She then dolloped warmed oil all over my posterior … back, ass, legs … while positioning her pussy mound squarely on my palm! I was caught off-guard by such a brazen and forthwith stance … and wondered what on earth Masha must’ve instructed! I was thus unsure if I should fondle and finger, so soon in the session … and just let Kate start her hand massage, and move off my palm. The hand massage was most worthy, but quickly morphed into sensual tit-slides over my back and ass. Again, Kate’s pussy slipped onto my palm … and now I knew there could be no mistake … and rightly rubbed her wet lips and indeed fingered her wetter hole.
After repeating similar along my left flank, Kate then climbed atop for full-on B2B. I watched in the mirror alongside, as Kate grinded her pussy over my ass, breathing over my nape and ears … and then nibbling my earlobes. My hands slid up her sides and over her ass, and I contorted enough for one hand to reach around and into her thigh gap for more fingering. Kate then locked her eyes on mine in the reflection, and acted out gasps and moans … at the same time delving into CC-swipes and frantic reach-unders. I had to ask her to desist, as she had me close to cumming already!
Anyway, it was time to turn-over … and copious oil was squirted over my front. Kate climbed back straight into B2B … sloshing up my cock and balls in a Bombay roll, kissing my cheeks and forehead, biting my earlobes. At points, she was upright between my legs, delivering edgetastic lingam massage … at other points, she was slip-sliding all over me, somehow always attracting at least one of my hands over her slick pussy.
Sensing I was nearing my end, Kate slipped down to my side, facing the mirror on the other side. She ramped up her lingam massage … and wanked me up against her tits, allowing my creamy release all over them. Smiling her pleasure at her handiwork (and titwork!), Kate left me to come-down and popped out to wash her hands.
Back in the room, Kate then returned to relaxing hand massage of my legs, hips, stomach, arms and hands … deftly avoiding my flaccid and exhausted cock, left asleep on my belly. I almost fell asleep myself, as this post-cum reverie carried on for a solid 15mins or so … finally concentrating around my thighs and groin. Now, I felt my cock throbbing to slow attention again … and thought Kate might be going for a second pop … but no. Instead, I received a kiss to my forehead, and a terminal “Shower?”
After my shower, we enjoyed basic chit-chat as I dressed up. Kate seemed eager to know if I was happy with her service … again making me wonder what Masha had demanded of her for a solid regular like me. I reassured Kate, promising that I'd let Masha know how much I'd enjoyed … she beamed relief. All dressed, I finally handed over £80 … a double-kiss at the door, and I was out at 58mins.
Conclusion:Kate delivered honest-to-goodness FBSM, but a somewhat early release. Although there was no attempt at second pop, she at least provided a lovely post-cum wind-down massage to fill the remaining time. All in all, a
Positive methinks … but actually not a patch on Masha, but then who is? It’s difficult for me to try new SPs at
Masha Massage, knowing that none can ever match the
boss-lady.
