In mid-October, finishing work early and driving home, I found myself with time … and started gagging for FBSM. At various red lights, heading in to Holloway, I rapidly Googled local SPs … and found a worthy Gumtree ad for Maria …
Link:External Link/Members OnlyLogistics:I phoned … Maria answered, and I could hear that she was out-and-about. She said she’d be back to base in 30mins, which was perfect for my ETA. I thus knuckled her down for her
“FULL BODY MASSAGE” for 60mins for £60. Good stuff!
Location:Maria works from the top floor bedsit of a converted large period townhouse on a main road. Discretion is afforded by the fact that the terraced building has a long front garden, which sets back the porch well away from the public pavement. A bus stop is also nearby, allowing one to nochalantly wait, if needs be. Maria’s joint is an equidistant 15min stroll from either Arsenal or Highbury & Islington tube stations. Parking is a nightmare, as restrictions abound due to match day chaos.
The bedsit is a shit-hole … ‘bedshit’ even! Maria lives and works from the same pokey room … and it's a tip! At least the massage table itself was neat and tidy, even if everything around it was a mess. I usually take my shoes off before I walk on anyone’s carpet, but surely kept them on here … God knows what I’d be stepping on!
Looks:Sadly, there are no published photos of Maria online. Essentially, she’s a busty buxom wench, if that’s what takes your fancy … it didn’t take mine. Maria is a big unit, probably Size 14, but actually she retains a degree of figure form … bouncing a huge rack and wiggling wide butt … along with bingo wings and chunky thighs. Facially, I found her cute … and she makes up well with bright red lips and dark deep mascara, all framed by a brown-tinted crop top.
Maria is at least in her late 30s. Originally from Iran, she’s been in England for that last 20 years, and so speaks English well, albeit still with a slight Iranian lilt. And when she speaks … she really speaks … relentlessly chatty, totally batty, utterly scatty!
Services:Luckily I had arrived early, as it took ages to find parking. I already had the flat number via text, and rang the bell spot-on time for our meet … several times … no answer! Abandoned on the porch, I then phoned Maria … to suddenly hear a mobile ringing behind me … as a stern-faced Middle Eastern bint was trotting up the front garden path toward me, loaded with shopping bags. I oggled her up-and-down … her top half was quite normal, as she wore a blue blouse under an open bomber jacket … her bottom half was rather risqué, as she sported denim hotpants, showing off her fleshy under-bum atop bare legs that teetered on fuck-off red stilettoes! I whispered her name, and Maria shh’d me … quietly opening the door, and letting us in. Gentlemanly that I am, I offered to carry her shopping … she let me do so, but again asked me to be quiet, as we walked up several flights of stairs. It was a shame that my hands were full, as her wobbly denim-busting ass at my face-level would’ve deserved a fondle or two!
Reaching the very top of the house, I followed Maria in to her attic abode … and felt instant discomfort at sight and stench of the bedsit. Maria asked me to leave her shopping on the floor in the sort-of-kitchen-area, and I then stepped over all manner of shit to find somewhere to stand freely on the manky carpet … just by a readied massage table against a wall. Maria sat fat on her bed, somewhat puffed out at dashing back from shopping and traipsing up all those stairs … and began random chat about her furniture, Z-list celebs, her lovers-clients … in amongst the scatty banter, she apologized that she couldn’t do 60mins for £60 with me, as she was expecting a regular in an hour … but she offered 45mins for £50. Although I found myself in a dump with Ms Dumpy, but I needed to dump my load … so I accepted, and handed over the correct cash.
Maria asked me to undress, and lie face-down on the prepared table. There was nowhere proper to hang my clothes, and so I reluctantly folded them in a pile on top of my shoes and off the dirty carpet. As I then lay supine, Maria sat straddled at the bottom end of the sturdy table, and placed my shins across her bare things … thereby splaying my thighs apart and giving appropriate exposure to my package … good positioning, I thought … she knows what she’s doing.
The massage began with dollops of oil all over my posterior … followed by solid hand techniques over my neck, back, shoulders, ass, legs … with batty chat throughout! As time progressed, the sensuality progressed … and I enjoyed increasing frequency of feathery touches over my ass and inbetween my inner thighs. As these then developed into slippery CC swipes and squelchy reach-unders, Maria thankfully shut up. She also responded in kind to my murmurs and squirms, as I then found her fingers and hands probing my gooch, pulling my balls and stroking down my shaft to rolls around my tender glans … and she sensed that I was ready to turn over.
Now on my back, Maria again nicely positioned my calves over her thighs, oiling up my erection, akin Demi Moore doing pottery in
Ghost. As I stared back at her, I noted that she was still in her demin hotpants, but had taken off her blouse … her stupendous tits were scaffolded by a solid black bra. At this point, Maria offered her “extra” services … B2B for £10 or OW/FS for £20. I politely declined, as I just didn’t fancy being under the “FULL BODY” of such a fatty, let alone being inside it! So, Maria continued her sensual massage of my chest, stomach and thighs … soon focusing around and over my groin … leading to a worthy wank, not exactly an edging ‘lingam massage’, but good enough to coax my cum all over her oily hands. After wiping up my package and her hands, Maria stayed put and delivered a lovely foot massage, and was back on with her crazy chat, which was wrapped up on the dot of 45mins on that table.
Already dry of oil, and realizing there could be nowhere nice to shower anyway, I dressed up quickly … hugged Maria fast … and was glad to get the fuck outta there!
Conclusion:This was a cheap and cheerful sensual hand massage with an included ‘happy ending’ with a chatty-batty-scatty fatty. Maria may also provide further VFM with her extras, and thus no doubt has regulars that keep her ticking along nicely.
For me, Maria was low Neutral at best. She may have got me to off-load, but I neither fancied her blubber nor her babble … and the seedy set-up left me feeling dirtier afterward. So, altogether, this sexperience drops to
Negative.
