After seeing many reviews about Mei, and knowing I would be in her area today, I sent her a text message early this morning. Got an instant reply confirming my time I requested.
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External Link/Members OnlyStarted on my day, and then got another msg from her, asking if I could postpone with an hour. Quickly rearranged what I needed to do for the day and confirmed I could postpone.
She texted me postcode and property name, and I let her know I had arrived. Plenty of parking nearby. She texted me back with buzzer details.
She met me at the door, and I instantly liked her big, friendly smile. She took my arm and led me to the massage room, which has a proper massage table.
Today my back was in need of a good massage (my work/sport is a very demanding one, I had someone crash into me over the weekend while I was racing) and I hoped she would give me a good one.
I stripped down while she was getting ready, and she used some unusual, but good, odourless massage oils. She instantly felt where I was hurting and proceeded for about 20 minutes on my back concentrating on the sore areas. She kept on shifting the towel around. After 20 minutes, she asked me to turn around and stood by my head rubbing my shoulders and pecs. She then coyly asked if I wanted hand relief?
Nodding, I said yes please! The towel was instantly whipped off and she started slowly down, kissing my nipples, stomach, and then took one of my balls in her mouth. Wow that felt good, and I think she was just about to give me oral when her phone dinged multiple times, which broke the mood. She put some more oil in her hands, and started to wank me, using both hands very slowly, rubbing my balls gently on occasion as well. I tried to withstand, but only lasted about 4-5 minutes before she left me in a quivering mess. She quickly cleaned me up, and then continued to massage my legs.
In total I paid £45 for an hour massage and £20 extra.
Would I go back again? I would yes. Her massage was decent, and although she hardly spoke, the few words she did, and the coy laugh behind hands as Chinese women do, was endearing.
Also, I don’t think anyone else was in the flat, but I do know the guy everyone calls “Dave”, her partner, his real name starts with a “C”. There was a box in the massage room with a delivery address on, with the guy’s name on it.
