External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyThanks to main man jhalford for bringing this one to my attention. Was in the mood for something different. Sometimes I can't be arsed to have a full blown punt and seek something more relaxing. Over the years I've been to many massage parlours where I have partaken in extras but this was quite different, in a good way.
Completely different to the girls I normally see. Francesca is English, softly spoken with a slightly posh twang. She met me in a sexy black dress showing lots of cleavage, makeup applied nicely and plentifully without being completely over the top (think air hostess but more glamorous, with her long hair down). She's very attractive, possibly a couple of years older than her stated profile age. With English girls I feel a bit awkward in this situation. I'm so used to seeing girls with which verbal communication is limited or even difficult (giving me a slight upper hand) I feel like a fish out of water in this setup, like I'm supposed to be on my best behaviour - being careful to be extra polite
. It feels like meeting my new girlfriend's sister for example.
Francesca showed me to the massage room where the relaxing music was already playing, she offered me a shower and ran it for me, explaining the range of toiletries available for my use. She also offered me a drink. Just want to convey that she was very keen to make me comfortable.
Returned to the massage room and Francesca is stood next to the table in her undies. I've paid for 45 minute massage in lingerie (just
her in lingerie, I'm starkers
). She's looking hot! Damn those tits! Each boob rising out of its undersized bra cup like a bread roll rising out of its tin in the oven. Sadly I wouldn't get to see them properly but next time I might stump up the extra money for that
. She started the massage with me sitting on the edge of the bed and her leaning over me, hugging me, using her tits against my chest, rubbing me a little. At this point I had a raging boner, watching her arse in the mirror behind me. And this is the somewhat frustrating part. Not her fault as she's very clear in what she does and doesn't provide but at this moment I couldn't help but think about how much I'd like to fuck her
.
But I've not come here for that. She starts the massage. It's clear to me that she takes this very seriously and would talk extensively about the "science" behind tantra, energy in your body, how different parts communicate with each other, etc. Some might say it's mumbo jumbo
but she believes in it - and to be fair whatever she was doing - she certainly knows how to turn me on. I went into a very relaxed state and she encouraged me to take long, deep breaths.
My 45 minute massage consisted of her sensually rubbing my back, front, everywhere really. The main difference between this and one of my usual rub n tug experienced in Chinatown and surrounding areas was the fact that she paid attention to my cock and balls from the very beginning. I had a boner all the way through. Also she was sat on my back for a lot of it - using her oiled up legs and feet to massage me which I really liked. This girl will do prostate massage if you're into that. I tried it for a bit - felt nice but also somewhat uncomfortable (not her fault I'm just not sure it's for me).
Francesca spent a good 5-10 minutes at the end giving me a nice slow wank with lots of oil. She probably had a less crass term for it (Lingham "massage"?
). The whole time she's looking at me with a cheeky glint in her eye, smiling with her mouth partly open showing perfect teeth. The sight of her bra-held boobs again made me want to cum so hard that my jizz might spurt extra high and spatter them a bit, if only, surprising her in the process. So I held on for as long as I could, finally cumming very hard but alas nowhere near reaching the twins
. She took her time in milking out the last drops, then arranged two warm flannels on me - one over my cock and balls and the other over my eyes, before whispering for me to stay there whilst she ran my shower.
After my shower I left, realising I had been there close to an hour. It was all very relaxing, unrushed and very satisfying. After I'd cum I was so spent that I actually lost the desire to fuck her
and thought about what sort of fuck I would have gotten elsewhere for that same money I'd spent (£60). It would have likely been with someone I've not seen reviewed, probably disappointing, and I would have forgotten about it by the next day.
