So, I found myself home alone this weekend, as the OH had left for a girls’ night out. I had planned to build some IKEA flat pack shelving. Before getting the tools out, I thought I’d scroll through UKP, and noted baneman6’s question in Regional Punting …
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… and was hooked after clicking on the AW link, dammit! It was either a wank and IKEA or returning to my fantastical days of FBSM and lingam massage. Of course, my power tools stayed in the shed, whilst I was lead by my tumescent tool to TOFTT.
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External Link/Members Only Logistics:My call was answered by a maid, clearly out and about. We clarified that all I was seeking was sensual B2B and lingam massage with Kendra, and arranged an hour’s booking for £80 later that afternoon.
Location:On arriving at the texted postcode in Highgate, on a main road, I parked up on side road (free on the weekend, but controlled til 1830 on week days). Otherwise, Highgate tube station would’ve been a 7 min walk away along that main road. Via texting, the maid directed me to the porch of a large house (I noted 8 bells for presumably 8 bedsits!), and asked me to wait. Although feeling a little exposed, this was for less than a minute, as Kendra opened the front door and I stepped into a communal corridor, from which I was immediately ushered into the first ground floor bedsit.
The room really was someone’s current bedsit (unwashed plates in sink; clothes hanging off wardrobe door), which Kendra explained she had for her business til 2300, after which the occupant would return to sleep. We were clearly going to use the well-prepared and sheeted double sofa bed. That felt weird, reminding me of my teenage naughtiness with my first girlfriend in my parents’ bedroom!
Looks:Kendra is the girl in photos below, a handsome Hungarian “honey” (to quote our legendary KT!), newly arrived in London. She can handle conversational English, making for pleasant and smiley company. Although her AW profile states an age of 29, Kendra said she was 31 … and I think early 30s is accurate. She greeted me in a figure-hugging white dress, fabulously showing off hourglass curves; her tanned tits were especially impressive, bolstered up by a push-up bra. When she undressed, posing naked before me, twirling round to tease me with a bronzed bubble butt, I thought fuck me … literally! It was gutting to know that I was not going to be allowed to sample the full services of that smokin’ sun-soaked body.
Services:After clarifying services, timings and costs, I offered Kendra £80 upfront, which she asked me to place on a side table. The way she wiggled out of that tight dress and popped out of her bra, revealing that she was knickerless, had me hard even before I’d undressed! She giggled at my instant erection, as it popped up on pulling my pants down. She asked me to get comfy on the bed, face down.
Kendra started an oiled hand massage over my back, shoulders and upper arms. It was properly professional (she’s clearly had training, and indeed has worked as a professional masseuse) and relaxing … varying between firm and soft, strokes and slides, squeezes and kneading … interspersing sensual caresses and featherlight scratches. Kendra alternated between straddling either thigh, such that I could feel the stubble of her shaved pussy against my hamstrings and her knee intermittently touch up against my balls.
At some stage, Kendra kneeled inbetween my spread-eagled legs, and continued her excellent oily massage, now down from my back and over my glutes, thighs, legs and heels. She’d send a tingle up my spine, everytime she gently stroked a oily finger up along my undershaft, over the middle of my taut sac, across my gooch and along my crack. I could’ve laid there for hours!
Next came the B2B, and Kendra oiled up her bangin’ baps, and sinuously swirled and slipped their softness all over my back, ass and thighs. It’s a shame I couldn’t watch her do this in a mirror, as I’m sure her body would’ve been mesmerizing as it snaked all over me. During B2B, Kendra also rhythmically ground her pussy over my thighs and butt … and at some point she simply lay totally flat over me, matching my prone posture exactly, and allowing me to rest with the heat of her oily pussy pressed into my ass.
Kendra eventually sat back up inbetween my splayed legs, and now began her lingam massage. This was … in a word … heavenly! I know FBSM guys will understand. Apart from the usual CC swipes and reach-unders, Kendra had me squirming in her oiled hands, as they more or less edged me to unbearableness! I had to muffle my ever-louder moans by burying my face in the pillow. Close to climax, Kendra slid up my back to whisper, “Time to turn around.”
I clumsily rolled over onto my back, and saw my glistening erection pulsing away, sort of internally ejaculating. Kendra noticed this too, and skillfully and tightly squeezed the base of my shaft between two fingers, whilst yanking my sac downward. Whatever that technique, it calmed my throbbing cock down, and brought me back from the edge. She then commenced oiling up my thighs, stomach and chest, and calmed me further with her roving and rolling hands. But not for long … Kendra sat back and kneeled between my thighs, and resumed her lingam massage. Now that I could see her as well as feel her, everything was all the more intense. Seeing her kneeling nudity, cupping and caressing my vertical shaft, staring serenely at her worshipful work … so beautiful. Demi Moore in that notorious phallic pottery scene from
Ghost also popped into my mind!
Kendra soon leaned forward over me on all fours, allowing her hooters to hang either side of my cock, which then nestled in a brilliant Bombay roll … all the more stimulating as I at last got hold of those terrific tits, and wanked myself in that killer cleavage. I ceased as I yet again came close, and asked Kendra to B2B my front. She dutifully lay on top of me, chest against chest, and allowed my cock to slip into her oiled thigh gap … after some body swirls and slides, I wrapped my arms around Kendra and stopped her moving … we stayed still for a minute, and I loved just holding her tight and kissing her neck.
Uncoupling from my embrace, Kendra rose back on to all fours over my cock. Her right hand then started a slow but purposeful wank … while her face and neck were just to side of my cock. Kendra breathed and blew up-and-down along that side of my shaft in opposite concert of her right hand rolling down-and-up. There were squeezes, slides, caresses, scratches … head, shaft, balls, gooch all involved. Edged. And egded. And edged. Until I spurted. And spurted. And spurted.
My body lay spent, as Kendra dry-wiped me clean with tissues. My eyes remained closed, as she wound me down by returning to an oiled hand massage up-and-down my thighs, belly and chest. As she eventually pulled back to stand up by the bed, wrapping a towel around her, I sadly knew my time was finally up.
Back to reality, I rose up and was surprised that Kendra was not offering me a shower. She then seemed surprised that I asked for one … despite standing in front of her all greasy and sticky! She rummaged through various towels draped around the bedsit, eventually handing me one that may or may not have been the freshest … I had no choice but to take it. We then stepped into that communal corridor and Kendra directed me to the bathroom at the back of the hallway. After my dubious clean-up, I found Kendra waiting for me in her bedsit’s doorway, quickly beckoning me back in before any lodgers upstairs spotted either of us! After getting dressed, Kendra escorted me to the front door … a kiss on the cheek, a squeeze of her toweled bum, and I was gone … having spent the best part of 74 minutes in Kendra’s heavenly hands.
Conclusion:I know not all punters will agree, but for me a well-executed FBSM with edging HR is sometimes better than sex. Kendra is well-named, and is no doubt for
Massage Lovers, and thus a
Positive (despite the reality check of the dodgy bedsit and shower shenanigans). The only downside of our meeting is the fact that I now have to explain myself to the OH for not putting up those shelves!
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