Where: Luxury Massage, Bowdon
Link: External Link/Members OnlyWhen: Early June
Price: £30 (+£30)
Feeling energised by the warm weather, I decided to allow myself a spontaneous treat after a particularly tedious meeting and scanned the usual sites for SP's not too far away from where I was. This place came up top of the list and after a quick call to ascertain that there would be someone available, I charged over and managed to get a parking space in the tiny car park in front of the Co-Op.
The place itself is down a little alley on the other side of the road from the Co-Op. Unfortunately on the day I visited, the alley was full of builders digging up the pavement, which made for a slightly awkward wait while I waited for someone to answer the door. After what felt like an age, but was probably only a minute, the door was answered by a willowy, fairly mature (easily into her 50's) chinese woman who beckoned me upstairs. I assumed at this point that she was the Mama-san and I would shortly be introduced to the actual masseuse, but it quickly became apparent that there was to be no choice of nubile Asian beauties for me today, and if I wanted a massage, it was going to be done by her as she was operating on her tod.
Swallowing my mild disappointment, I followed her into a massage room (modern, nicely done with a clean shower cubicle in the corner) and sorted out the paperwork for 30 mins massage. She left me alone for a min to strip, and at this point it dawned on me that, given the location, signage and general feel of the place, this was very likely to be a completely straight massage therapy joint, and that the likelihood of any extras was slim to none. However, I decided to chance my luck and strip completely naked to see what reaction I got when she walked back in - if a towel was produced and strategically placed, I'd just lie back and enjoy a relaxing massage, and if not...then game on.
When she came back in the room, there was no towel produced and instead I got a slow very gentle stroke / tickle of my side all the way from my arse cheek up to the nape of my neck, as I was asked if I wanted a soft, medium or firm massage and dry or oil. I plumped for medium with oil, and what then ensued over the next 25 mins was unique amongst all the massages I've ever had.
It's hard to even describe it as a massage really, as it was more like being very gently stroked and tickled, without it being ticklish at all - it was all very pleasant and there was enough attention paid to the inner / upper thighs to bring me to an almost uncomfortable level of hardness, without CC's or reach-unders, or even a hint of anything like that, and at that point I definitely thought I was going to be left unfulfilled.
On the turn over it was very obvious that I was hard as a broomhandle, but she took it completely in her stride and the massage carried on as if nothing had happened. She may have accidentally brushed my shaft once or twice with her forearm as she massaged my front, but definitely didn't feel like she was doing it to keep me interested. However I was still enjoying myself in a kind of CFNM way with the tension of will she / won't she.
The gentle strokes / non-ticklish tickling carried on for a few more minutes on my front and then she coyly grabbed hold of my cock, and asked if I wanted that massaging too. I asked what was on offer; only HJ at £40. I refused and proposed £20 instead, so we met in the middle at £30. She proceeded to administer a nice, slow and gentle wank while I took the time to fully appraise her - she was definitely no stunner, and a little older than I would have liked, but she was by no means ugly and the body looked tidy, plus she spent most of the time with a nice smile on her face. There was absolutely no chance of copping a feel of anything though, and she didn't seem like she was up for anything more.
After a few mins, the pace ratcheted up a few notches and despite a moment where she looked somewhat concerned that it wasn't going to happen despite her (by this point slightly frantic) ministrations, I produced a substantial load, which she then scurried away to wash off her hands in the sink in the corner - she was definitely giving off bashful / embarrassed vibes that I'd cum all over her hands, so I'm not sure that this was something that was that usual for her.
A quick cleanup, a hug and I was out of the door. Watch check revealed just under 40 mins, so not short-changed on time.
The service itself was borderline neutral, but on leaving the door and walking past the builders again, I felt like I was walking on air and just completely and utterly relaxed, a sensation which stayed with me for at least the following 24 hrs. I have rarely ever felt as de-stressed and relaxed by a massage as this one - I'd go back just for the massage and forego the HJ to be honest, as it wasn't anything special. However, for the lasting benefit it's getting a positive from me.
