External Link/Members OnlyThis is probably an overlong review for a place that’s already been well reviewed, but as this was my first trip out for 18 months, indulge me…
This took place on Wednesday afternoon. Booking was made a couple of days before and I received a text on the day, asking me to confirm. All nice and straightforward.
There’s a parking space directly outside the shop, but if you didn’t fancy that, it looked like you could park in the street round the corner. Got a few grumpy looks through the window when I first pulled up, but they lightened up when they realised I was coming into the shop.
Place was clean and bright. Had a bit of chit chat about the weather and was then asked for £60. This was my first visit, so I guess they’ve stopped asking if you want the “gentlemen’s area massage” and assumed everyone does. Sophie (who I’d requested based on the feedback on here) took me through to a room in the back garden, then asked if I wanted hot stones. I didn’t really know what they were or did, so I said yes, but they never materialised. Sophie’s English is pretty basic, so I think that bit got lost in translation.
Appearance wise, she’s dark-haired, petite, pretty (well, the top half of her face above the mask appeared pretty) and very giggly. It was a hot day, so she was wearing a nice summer dress. I got undressed, laid on the bed and she asked me how I wanted my massage. I said medium-firm and away she went. It was more sensual than therapeutic at first and after 5 minutes, she’d already started brushing my tackle, so I lifted off the table a bit and she had a good stroke. I turned over and asked if cumming twice was OK. She said it was and that I must be a strong man to want to do that. I didn’t let on that I was actually a man who hadn’t had a wank for three weeks and normally two pops would be out of the question. Sure enough, the hair-trigger kicked in and after a couple of light touches, I nearly whitewashed the ceiling. She cleaned me up, with much giggling over the cold wet wipes, and I rolled back onto my front.
At this point, I asked her if she’d undress and was given the four-finger question, so £40 seems the standard. Off came the dress and revealed a slim, small-boobed body, with a lovely dark bush. This time it was more of a therapeutic massage and I had a good 10 minutes before the more intimate stroking started and after a bit of this, I turned over. The massage was then focused firmly on the nether regions. The previous stroking had brought the old fella to life, so now she started with plenty of oil and both hands, one on my balls, one on my cock and I had 10 minutes or so of gentle caressing, before a bit of frenzied pulling got me off again. She also did a bit of sexy heavy breathing while she was doing this, although due to the face mask, this gave the impression you were getting tugged off by Darth Vader. All the while she was working down below, I had been stroking her back, tummy, legs and boobs. I prefer my masseuse to be naked, not because I want to finger them, but because it adds to the erotic vibe of the whole experience and Sophie was happy for me to lightly touch her while she worked on me.
After the second pop, she cleaned me up again (which was also quite sensual, in a weird way) and then wiped some of the oil off with a wet flannel. I dressed and I was on my way, exactly one hour after I arrived.
This was the first time I’d been to Rainbow Nature, but based on the reviews on UKP, I chose well. I had a lovely time with Sophie and wouldn’t hesitate to return.
