External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlySummary: 8.5/10 - Better than it was but not as good as it could getOne year on since my first visit to Sakura and I figure that most of the girls that disappointed last year will have moved on by now.
Text enquiries answered promptly, if confusingly. I asked about the cost of a 90 minutes massage and the reply said 60 minutes. In hindsight, probably telling me £60 but anyway, I opted for £30 happy hour (before 3.00) instead, as I can get a two hour massage elsewhere for the same or less.
New posters on the doors to reception that I didn't get a chance to digest in detail but the gist was no sexual services provided absolutely, definitely, certainly not.
Usual haggle on arrival in trying to come down from £40 full price to £30 happy hour and I'm shown to a room at the front. As per, I take a shower first to make sure that I get a fresh towel. Interestingly enough, there is a pair of tiny knickers hanging up to dry in the shower room. This looks promising. Also promising is the sight of a young Asian girl in reception dressed only in what looks like a black camisole. Apparently, there are three girls working there today and as is often the case, the girl that took the money ends up being the girl that gets her hands oily.
The shower is a bit ropey and difficult to get above luke warm so I don't take long and shuffle back to the room. I'm still drying off when she comes in. Her name is Lulu and she's already laughing as we exchange pleasantries. Lulu is at least in her 30s and maybe 40s. Good personality with decent English, albeit a few too many "darlings". I'd say about 5'3/4" and a trim milf shape. Smooth all over with D cups and a slight tummy bulge. Straight, black hair to just lower than shoulder length. No tattoos that I can see. Flat shoes and a simple/classic thigh length black dress that doesn't show a lot of cleavage. She's from Mongolia and her sister works there also.
No drink offered. More hindsight, I should have opted for a floor mattress room at the back but it's the usual massage table covered with paper towel. I still have the towel from my shower round my waist when she comes in but whisks it away immediately. I get settled with my arms hanging over the sides and she can starts. She asks if I want oil or powder and hard or soft and I opt for soft with oil. There's a sheet underneath the towel that overhangs the table to drape to stop me seeing her feet through the cutout.
She starts at my shoulders and the pressure is reasonable. Standard oil rubs on the back and arms. My hand rubs against her calf a few times, without complaint. There's enough CC swipes and more to look more promising and at one point she's on the table kneeling between my legs as she rubs from buttocks to the backs of my knees. Sadly the back massage only lasts just over 15 minutes before she mops up the oil with a paper towel scrap and asks me to turn over. Still no drape or negotiation for extras.
She starts this stage with a head massage, which is ok but more compressing than rubbing. I'm reminded that on previous visits, more than one of the girls has knelt across my head at this point and when on my front and I I miss not getting that.
Now she stands on one side and rubs from chest to knees. At this point my dangling hand is on the back of her knee and as she narrows her attentions to my groin, she repeatedly brushes the boy bits around.
My hand goes up her dress and there are no tights or stockings and when I reach her butt, it turns out that the panties are sheer and cut to expose her cheeks. It's my turn to massage her, or at least to rub and squeeze her thighs and cheeks until I try to put my hand on the prize and she squeezes her thighs shut.
She whispers an offer of B2B and I accept before asking about price. I'm out of practice on negotiating but thankfully it's only £40. Another bonus, she doesn't dim the lighting any further so I can watch as she unzips her dress. No tats or body jewellery but there is a slight raised scar from just below her throat down the middle of her ribs, stopping short of her breasts.
We get underway by her leaning across my hips to rub herself and I'm a little disappointed but this is mostly so she can take off her shoes. I carry on rubbing her butt cheeks and between and she pops her breasts out of her bra. The bra and panties are sexy and designed to impress more than encase. She's rubbing her bare breasts over my stomach and trunk and again, I'm thinking this isn't what I call B2B.
Now she takes off the knickers and is happy to let me explore more intimately between her legs. She's not dripping, obviously, and doesn't choose to lube herself up with oil but there's enough moisture to work with. Her outer labia are thick and loose enough to open wide. Probing deeper and she's tighter than I expected for her years and when I try a pincer movement, her back door is so small as to be almost invisible.
She slips my manhood between her breasts and rubs me up the right way as I carry on trying to do the same in return.
I pull her towards my face and put my lips to her breasts. Whether she is genuine or not, I don't know but she shudders and moans so I spend some more time on this, alternating between them, squeezing the one not in my mouth and rubbing her magic lamp. She's rubbing Stephen and the twins with plenty of oil and I direct her down to the Biffin. She goes further down and probes my ass hole. Time is spent rubbing each other and she's not exactly quiet. No mouth to mouth kissing but she buries her face in my neck to stifle her moans before she gets up on the table and straddles me.
Now I can go to town on her breasts, pushing off the straps of her bra to let them loose and her hips are going up and down like a fiddler's elbow. It's all getting a bit wet down there and I put my hand between us so that I'm rubbing her clit and holding my shaft along her outer labia.
Up close, even in this light, I can see age in her face and neck but not unappealingly so. In fact, add that to her slightly darker hue than most Chinese girls and she could almost pass for Thai. All of which makes her just my type.
She gets down and wipes up some of the oil etc and I go back to her breasts before sitting up and on the edge of the table. I stroke her bum and back and shoulders and shuffle forward until she grips me between her thighs. She starts bouncing back and forth and the table makes some noise. She stands up and turns round to repeat the same almost coupling position with her cheeks in my lap.
I reach round to rub her lips and keep things from slipping past the point of no return and fondle her breast. It's all getting a bit much, the table is rattling and I can feel the sap almost bubbling over. We alternate with her facing towards and away from me and standing. I'm doing more to prevent penetration than she is before I lay back down and she puts her leg on the table facing me. We both rub her sex with one hand each and she rubs me with more oil.
I send her further down and she's got the first knuckle of her middle finger in my backside, jiggling away and I bowling ball her as she rubs her clit. Again, she's not overly quiet now until she shudders and things come to an end.
It feels like I've had a good overrun on time but she checks the clock and calls time up. She wipes herself down and redresses and I do the same. Money changes hands and she's still laughing and joking. I'm shown straight out on slightly wobbly legs. No overrun at all. Excluding the time in the shower, it's almost exactly an hour but it never felt rushed and I never felt that she was clock watching.
Happy anniversary to me!
