255 Gray's Inn Road – I cannot find an advert for massage services. But the acupuncture service is advertised if you search against the address.
A couple of weeks ago I had a few meetings in London. One was cancelled and I spotted this place with an all too familiar poster on a board outside. Took a chance and walked in.
Was met with a sight of a number of jars on the walls and a lady appeared from behind a curtain. She looked me up and down and asked “Massage?” in a cheery voice through a mask.
I replied in the affirmative. Was asked whether I wanted 30 minutes or an hour. I asked if 45 minutes was on offer and was told it was.
Cue much enquiring shouting from behind the curtain and I was then asked for £40 and I followed downstairs. I banged my head on the overhang but kept going.
Was shown into the room with massage and acupuncture points on the wall which appears on the legit looking website that you will find if you search the address. The room was much more ambiently lit, a chair and clothes stand with a small wash basin.
Undressed and got on the table, the masseur was a petite 5’4” I’d say with pretty eyes and a mask. Oh, and some frayed jeans and a little woollen cropped cardigan. I would have guessed mid to late 30s, but I could be wrong. There was little conversation as I got the impression that she didn’t have much English. Her massage was really firm, and she managed to find and concentrate on all the areas which required particular attention. There was also a lot more acupressure type moves that were new to me. These were mainly around the scalp and even around the eye sockets. It was quite relaxing. This was in contrast to some of the moves on the delicate areas on the neck and top of back, which did need attention, but the pressure was really high for the dainty thing that appeared to be delivering it.
Anyway, this went on for quite a while and then I was asked to turn over. There wasn’t any real sensuality at all the other way up. And occasional brushing but nothing that could not have been explained away.
After some work on the front of the legs the hands started to move directly across my crotch. Nicely done.
After a few swipes I was asked if I wanted her to get naked. I replied yes. I was asked for £50. I offered £40 and she stripped off. Sparkly bra and M&S knickers first appeared and then disappeared to show nice small tits with hard brown nips. Tits were nice to the touch. No signs of sag or looseness which I sort of expected as you could imagine she had a had a child by some of the shape around her middle. Not fat or loose, just a bit milfy. Extra oil, other hand was not shy, and a very pleasant climax ensued.
I was cleaned up and was told that I was to lie back for a final five minutes massage.
Others may want to push the prices or ask for more, but I am happy with the services offered and the price I paid.
If there is a strangeness about it was that for all the areas that were massaged my hands and feet weren’t. I felt the tension move down to the extremities, but it was left there. Also, there wasn’t the usual pan pipe music. Although from time to time the masseuse melodically started humming.
Dressed, climbed the stairs, noticed the warning to mind your head that I did not notice on the way down and continued to my next meeting.
