I was looking to kill an hour or two today and what better way to do so than to have some lovely lady pleasure you? Having said that, finding someone of quality to do it at short notice is a challenge. I'd fired off umpteen emails, texts and booking requests by 11 this morning and was left with nothing but a sense of frustration. Well, since I was in the vicinity of the stadium, I thought I'd give this lady a try:
External Link/Members OnlyShe answered her phone straight away and I asked her if she was available in at 12:00. 'More like 1 o'clock, darling', she said and listed what her service involved which is thai massage with B2B and HE. £50 for 30mins, £80 for 1hr. Remembering how quickly my 30 minute massage with Vivienne went, I opted for the hour (I had plenty of time). She told me that she'd text me the postcode and that she'd see me at 1 o'clock. The text quickly arrived and I had another 90 minutes to wait. It felt like longer.
When the time arrived, I texted her to say I was outside, while I stood across the road. There are builders working outside there and one of them seemed to be leering at me in a knowing fashion. I wonder if he'd partaken? No answer. I got a bit fed up of Timothy Leery gawping, so I strolled nonchalantly down the road a little and called her. She told me that I had to be standing at the gate and she would text instructions. Not sure why I had to be there, maybe she peeks through the window before she let's you in. Anyway, I got the go-ahead and negotiated the maze to get to her apartment. As I approached, the door opened and I was greeted by a pretty, petite Thai Lady, wearing a black robe. She quickly led me to the room where the magic happens and gave me a hug and a little kiss. She made an appreciative noise which I took to mean she liked my aftershave. I handed over the money and she told me to get undressed while she left the room. Presumably to put the money safely away.
I won't go over the 'relaxing' part of the massage, only to say that it was as the name suggests. We chatted while she did this and we had a giggle together. Her English is very good and she's easy to talk to. After a while I fell silent and the 'sexy massage' as she called it began. While she was massaging my legs, her hands moved to my bum and her thumbs pushed at some muscle under each cheek. I don't know what it was, but it felt nice and could have been pressing on my prostate. Then she'd rub my legs a bit more and then do it again. I stayed silent. Perhaps I should have asked what she was doing or showed appreciation. Perhaps it would have developed further. Anyway, she paid particular attention to my arse, employing some technique with her hands which felt as light a a breeze. It was quite a thing. A few times her hands touched my nuts and the inside of my thighs but the highlight was still to come.
I heard the noise of her bra slipping from her shoulders and glanced to see her, liking her shapely tits. 'Sexy massage ', she purred and began to rub herself along my back, moaning with pleasure. She whispered in my ear a few times, which was nice and made a lot of sexy noises. Then off came her panties and she turned so that she was facing my feet. Her hands went on my calves and she lowered herself onto me. I could see her arse moving as she ground her crotch on my back. At first, I got the prickle of her trimmed pubes as they grazed my skin, but then something else: some heat; a warm wet line of heat. It was obviously her pussy and it seemed like she was turned on and getting herself off on me. It was horny as fuck! I can't tell you how much I wanted to feel the heat of that juicy little snatch wrap itself around my prick. More rubbing and more moaning ensued but it never got too frenzied. I kinda wish that she'd wanked herself off on my back. That would have been amazing.
She told me to turn over and wiped me down with baby wipes (I'd showered before I'd left for her place but I understood that she was just being fastidious). Then she oiled up my cock and I could look at her while she wanked me. She's very fuckable. I'd have loved to get my hands on her properly. The thought of that hot cunt was still playing through my mind. She rubbed my cock between her tits a little as she wanked me and I showed that I liked that. She hasn't really got enough for a titwank but they were nice and slippery and her hand was working hard.
If you remember my review of Vivienne, she'd expertly wanked me off. I'd left there hornier than ever because no girl EVER had managed to get me to cum from a handjob and Vivienne had done it in about 30 seconds.
This wasn't that standard of HJ but the sight of her tits was keeping it interesting. She made some dirty talk and put her tits and her pussy close to my cock, telling me to cum on them. But my fella wasn't having it. The poor girl laboured, pulling furiously for a few minutes to no avail. Her stroke slowed and I could tell her hand was getting tired as she valiantly tried to release my man-milk. Exasperated, she asked me to help her. I'd like to say that it's not her technique at fault, rather my awkward cock, which doesn't like what others like. I asked if I could touch her and she agreed. So I tossed myself off while groping her fabulously oily tits with my left hand. Soon, I shot my load and she let my rub my spunk all over her shining tits. She smiled and cleaned me off with a few baby wipes, before she did the same to herself. She then wiped the oil from me with a hot flannel and, after I was dressed, gave me another hug and kiss.
I walked out of that building feeling relaxed and satisfied. I think it was money well spent and plan to go again, perhaps even suggesting some new things we could try if she's agreeable. Stay posted for more adventures
