External Link/Members OnlySince leaving Chana, Pinky now manages the shop at Jasmine Thai Massage & Spa, 699 Christchurch Rd, Boscombe, Bournemouth, BH7 6AF.
External Link/Members OnlyComms: Excellent via Whatsapp 07516 131699
When: Last week.
Parking: Hawkwood Road Car Park - 2/3 minute walk away.
Service: Full body Thai oil massage with naked B2B and HE.
Fee: £100 for 1 hour.
This review teetered perilously between a Neutral and a Positive, with Positive winning out, but only just. Draw your own conclusions...
First time meeting with Pinky and also my first visit to Jasmine's. Parked up 10 minutes before the agreed appointment time. Messaged Pinky to let her know I'd be with her in about 5 minutes. I always like to arrive slightly early. It's a habit. She replied immediately... "Looking forward to seeing you.". Legged it swiftly to the shop, only to find the front door locked, despite the OPEN sign and all the lights inside being on. I knocked and waited, feeling a little exposed on a very busy street and only a few paces from a bus stop/shelter. No response. So I tried again. The same stern silence replied. Feeling well jittery by now, I dived down an alleyway beside the shop so that I was out of sight of passers-by and a particulary inquisitive looking bloke standing at the bus stop with a smirk on his face. I phoned Pinky. No reply.
Now, before I continue, you should be aware that I rate all visits to SP's in my head as the meet unfolds. As you may haved guessed by now, this one's at a big fat Negative at this point. Exacerbated by the heavens opening in one of those seasonal thundery showers we get from time to time. Getting wetter, and just as I'm about to break cover and head back to the car park, I heard a voice behind me, "Hello, I'm here now." Turning round I see a pretty smiling Thai girl dressed in only tight fitting jeans and a t-shirt, holding what looked like a takeaway lunch above her head in a vain attempt to protect her from the inclemant weather. Door unlocked and we're inside. "Pinky?" I enquired. "Yes, how are you?" she replied, while giving me a welcoming hug and a kiss on the cheek (
review in head starting to nudge towards Neutral).
The shop reception is bright, clean and well decorated. There are two treatment rooms. I was ushered into Room 1 and invited to undress, while Pinky mumbled something about the heater and gave it a swift kick. It wasn't ice-cold in the room, but cold enough to be uncomfortable. Before she left me to sort myself out, I peeled off 5 twenties and said there's another twenty in it if we have a REALLY good time. She smiled and winked as she closed the door. Still feeling cold, I walked over to the heater and gave it another kick. Which did nothing towards taking the chill off the room (
review still at Neutral). At this point I notice the wall that separates the two treatment rooms doesn't reach the ceiling. There's a huge gap of about a foot between the top of the wall and the ceiling. Meaning the occupants of one room would be able to hear everything that was going on next-door! Not good, not good at all. Thankfully I was the only customer there at the time.
Stripped off, I lay on the table starkers for a good 5-6 minutes getting colder all the time to the point my feet and hands got really cold. Pinky eventually reappears, I turn to see her dressed in the shop's uniform, a smart logo'd black tunic, bare legs, wearing nothing on her feet. She apologised for being so long, as she had gone to wash her hair. 'C'mon', I'm thinking, 'I'm paying you to wash your hair?'. What's that about ffs? Just when I thought there was a danger I might actually be getting a massage before sunset, Pinky pipes up "Oh, I've forgotten to put on the music. Do you like Thai music?" (I have no idea). Out the door she goes again and shouts from reception, "You like Thai music yes?"... (yeah, whatever). Thinking to myself 'Thai music' means something oriental, soothing and relaxing, boy was I wrong. Some bloke wailing an unidetifiable form of a pop song loudly in Thai. It got worse... Pinky comes back in the room wailing along with it! "You like?" By now I'm beyond caring and grunted my 'approval'.
Dribbling oil onto the backs of my legs, Pinky rubs them all the way up, giggling at the same time that her hands might be a bit cold. Yes, just a bit! She kept rubbing until her hands had warmed up, then started to massage my shoulders, back and arms (still singing along with 'Thai music man'). To be fair, it was one of the best massages I've had and I certainly felt I was in the hands of a professioanlly qualified massuese. To get her to stop singing I engaged her in conversation about where she came from in Thailand and her family and friends, etc. Pinky is a very friendly girl, if not a bit scatty. She worked her way down my back to concentrate on pummelling the bum cheeks into submission, interspersed with full length sweeps of my legs one at a time to include CC swipes and 'accidental' brushing of the balls. I'm well warmed up by this time. Then comes the turn over request. Whereby I get a towel draped over my semi, and a head and neck massage. I'm feeling well relaxed (
review on the very edge of Positive).
Pinky chirps, "I'm just going to wash my hands. We'll have some fun when I come back.". Off she went singing to herself again. Not sure about you guys, but it only takes me a few minutes to wash my hands. Pinky left the room for what seemed like an eternity, and certainly for more than 10 minutes. That marginal Positive is now slipping back to a Neutral.
Eventually Pinky returns dressed in skimpy black undies and fishnet holdups. I instantly forgave her for the extended wait. She walked over to the table adjusting her top so that her hard, pert nipples protruded between the lacy strappy bits. She very quickly removed her knickers as she came in to kiss my neck. I took the opportunity to run my hand over her (cold) bum. What a bum! I asked if I could touch her intimately. "Yes", she said, still kissing, sucking, and licking my neck "why not?" Why not indeed. Soft, warm and wet. Yes, why not? She giggled again, she leant over and we kissed. Our tongues tickled and played with each other. This actually shocked me as that's never happened to me before in any massage shop. For me, light FK is so erotic and does wonders to awaken the old chap. He was well ready to play. So was Pinky. Off came the rest of her underwear, except the stockings, as she drizzled oil down her front and spread it over her firm (enhanced) breasts, all the while muttering to herself and smiling (bit weird). I joined in the fun. I tweaked her hard erect nipples, I ran my hands over her neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach. Pinky laid on top, giving me a most fabulous oily B2B, sliding all the way up to sit on my face and back down again for a most wonderful tit wank. She played with my balls and I could feel her fingers probing further under. I arched my back and she slid a finger into my exhaust pipe. Not too far, it felt like just up to the first or second knckle. Just how I like it, any more and it would have felt too much like a prostate examination. She sat up, and with her finger still inside me slowly circled her thumb round my cock's throbbing head. I was close to cumming so I asked her to stop and throw a leg over me so that I could say hello to number 69 properly. Oh my gosh, what a view. My tongue got to work on her clit while I slid a finger into her tight pussy to play with her G-spot. She giggled and gripped my cock slightly firmer. Fingers from my free hand somehow found a way to tickle and stroke her oily ahole. Wonder how that happened?
"You're gonna have to push harder than that." Pinky quipped. Needing no further encouragement I slowly entered her rear exit while getting busy on her clit and g-spot. After not long she gasped "I'm cumming!". I held off for as long as I could until she shuddered and moaned, then I let go. "Opps, I seem to have made a mess.", I blurted out almost apologetically. Pinky smiled, "A nice mess though.".
A quick clean up and I was asked if I'd like a shower. I accepted. Pinky passed me a towel and said she'd go and run it for me, so that it's nice and hot, and popped out (singing of course). Wrapping the towel round me I opened the door to see the other shop girl walk by. Older than Pinky and a little heavier. I waved a cheery hello making my way to the shower room. I could hear the shower running, the door was open... Pinky was perched on the loo butt naked having a pee! "Oh sorry." she said. In fact, I didn't mind at all. I actually like watching girls pee. I told her that and she stood up astride the pan to let me watch her in full flow. An added bonus to the appointment. I invited her to have a shower with me, but was declined. I guess you can push you're luck so far. Showered, dried off and dressed. I was greeted by Pinky in reception with a huge smile and a hug. Pleasantries exchanged, I gave her the extra twenty which in turn prompted another hug and a kiss.
For:
Pleasant shop premises, clean treatment rooms, hot powerful shower.
Top class massage.
Cheeky CC swipes and ball brushing.
Pinky's pretty face and hot body.
Pretty, sexy underwear i.e. making an effort.
Fabulous 100% B2B including face sitting and tit wank.
Light FK. Simply delightful.
Finger access to ALL areas.
Cumming together.
Against:
Unable to walk straight in off the street at the appointed time.
Cold treatment room. Heater not up to the job.
Large gap in the partition wall between treatment rooms. Lack of privacy.
Pinky not ready for our appointment.
Odd background music.
Left on own for long periods.
Pinky's sometimes scatty behaviour.
So you can see, 'Positive' just about swung it over 'Neutral'. Would I go back? Probably not. Although, when we eventually got down to business, I could fault nothing, strangely I felt we were not in tune with each other. You know what I mean? Sometimes you just can't click with some people. Odd isn't it? I feel a lot more comfortable at Chana.
