A rare chance of a trip up North. Blimey, it's cold up there! I wasn't too impressed with the menu on the day, in truth, but this was the lucky girl, and I was pleased with my choice:
External Link/Members OnlyThose pictures are flattering, as you might expect, but not by much. She's typically Thai, petite, shapely and well proportioned, with medium to generous, soft, natural tits, with big, brown aureolae. I'd have preferred a top class Thai boob job myself, but it's only a matter of taste. There's a bit of ink on her, but just what you can see, and maybe some signs of post-maternal wear and tear on her stomach, but I'm very queasy about things like that and it didn't put me off, so it can't have amounted to much. Late thirties, perhaps? It's hard to tell. It's the body of a woman rather than a girl, if you know what I mean, just softening at the edges.
I found her facially attractive, but I should perhaps add that I have a thing about slightly uneven teeth, which I find much more endearing than the bland perfection of modern cosmetic dentistry. She has a nice smile, and she smiled a lot. She was wearing blue contact lenses which were quite distinctive and which rather suited her, I thought.
Even by Thai standards, her attitude was first class, and she was bright, enthusiastic and eager to please from the start. She was happy to let me dictate proceedings, so the punt followed the usual drill; a kiss and cuddle to warm up, then RO from front and rear, which put me in fine fettle so we skipped the blowjob and went straight to the main event, with heels-to-heaven - facing the mirrored wardrobe, which is always nice - followed by cowgirl and doggie, after which I settled back for her to finish me by hand.
With a bit of touchline coaching she soon found the right rhythm and tempo, and I couldn't fault her technique, but it was one of those days when I just couldn't get over the line. As is often the case, she was more disappointed by this than I was. I tried to throw the towel in a couple of times but she wouldn't have it, and eventually I suggested I try to cum in her mouth, to see if that would do the trick. This would be an extra £20 which she wanted up front, telling me she'd had a customer recently who'd left without paying the extra. Let's hope he just forgot, because it was a bastard thing to do otherwise.
When she'd finished fussing about with wet-wipes and kitchen towel to get rid of the baby oil she'd been using, she knelt before me in front of the mirror, and set about her work with a nice combination of full on OWO and some delicate tongue work as she caressed my balls at the same time. We made a good tag-team; I'd give it a go myself from time to time, before popping it back into her mouth, and it was me holding the reins when after what felt like an eternity the big moment came. She took it like a pro, draining every last drop before skipping to the bathroom next door to freshen up with a slug of mouthwash, and she came back looking as pleased as Punch, as well she might. Good girl!
Her English isn't great, but good enough to have a bit of post-coital chat. We were well over time by then, but she was in no rush to shoo me out, and it was a nice way to round off the occasion. For half an hour I paid £80, plus £20 for CIM. This was in a nice modern apartment near the ice rink. It's a few years since I knew my way around the city, so for convenience I parked in a nearby multi-storey. I daresay I was over an hour, but not by much, and it cost £9-90 to get out. Ten fucking quid! No wonder F Scott Fitzgerald parks wherever he likes and risks a fine. Outrageous!
