Having fallen flat on my face (and cock!) with
Amy at Maithai in Hendon last month, I thought I’d give nearby Sala Thai a go. All I was hoping for was a solid Thai massage with HR … I knew from previous UKP reviews that this would be £40 + £20, and so I had the correct cash ready.
Link:External Link/Members OnlyLogistics:I didn’t phone or book ahead … I simply walked in to be greeted by short MILFy Thai receptionist, who asked if I had an appointment. Saying no, I fortunately wasn’t turned away, but instead asked to fill in a registration form … and I scribbled in fake details (Which noob is ever going to leave their real name, email and mobile?!?). There was a tick box to state whether one was “New” or “Regular” … I wonder whether this is a code to let any masseuse know whether to confidently broach the topic of extras or not?
Paperwork sorted, I paid up £40 for an hour’s Thai massage … and was then ushered into a massage room, asked to undress and reassured that a masseuse would join me in “two minutes”. I guess I was lucky that a masseuse was free, otherwise it might be worth booking ahead.
Location:Although Sala Thai is smack in the middle of a main road, it’s shop front is quite professional and legit-looking. I didn’t feel seedy striding in, as I knew I could pretend I was buying some massage oils or aromatherapy for the OH, if caught by a nosey parker. The joint is a 5min stroll west of Hendon Central tube station … and parking is controlled on a side road opposite between 1100-1200 weekdays.
The massage room was dim-lit and small, but just large enough to accommodate a massage table with face-hole with circumferential space for a masseuse to walk around. The walls were thin, and I could hear voices of others during my hour … although I heard no suspect moans or antics!
Looks:My masseause was a pretty and curvaceous Thai masseuse, who introduced herself as ‘Vicky’, Dressed in black yoga pants and a tight low-cut tank top, I was readily exposed to Vicky’s ample bust and juicy cleavage … plus also appreciated her the look of her tight round ass, albeit covered.
Vicky was likely in her early 30s, and spoke good English … indeed, she was chatty, open and quite frank throughout (q.v.).
Services:As instructed by the receptionist, I quickly lay butt-naked on my front on the table, my face nicely snuggled in the hole … expecting an entrance in “two minutes”. I lay there … waiting at least 5mins, before a knock at the door and a voice informed me that my masseuse would be another “five minutes, sorry”. Vicky eventually made her entrance, after a total 15mins wait! Anyhoo …
During introductory pleasantries, as I arched back to glimpse scope Vicky … liking what I saw … she asked if I’d been here before and what I’d heard about Sala Thai, clearly trying to determine what she could offer and gain from me. I may have made the mistake here of not being obvious with my intentions, but was hoping that my unashamed nakedness and splayed thighs to expose my balls and undershaft were clues enough!
The session then kicked off with a large towel laid all over me … over which Vicky delivered a frim and kneady hand massage up from my claves to my neck and shoulders. At points, Vicky climbed onto me, an all fours, and used her knees and elbows to dig and press into my hams/glutes and back/shoulders … full weight … clicking my vertebrae, unknotting my muscles. She also provided strong stretches by flexing/extending my knees and hips, and pulling up my shoulders whilst straddling my lower back … ouch, but good!
After the initial dry massage, the towel was removed and Vicky then doused me in oil to deliver an excellent slip-sliding hand massage, again up from calves to neck … my ass was included, but there was nothing particularly sensual here (defo no CC swipes or reach unders). I was then asked to turn over.
Lying on my back, I was disappointed that Vicky replaced the towel as a rolled ‘tube’ between my splayed legs as strategic coverage of my genitals. However, as she went on to deliver oily hand massage of my thighs, her hands and fingers would brush passed the sides of my balls and shaft. I knew she could see and feel my cock bobbing under the towel, and I made my appreciation obvious with a few fake moans of my own. Vicky got the hint, and smiled down at me to offer extras … £20 for HR and £60 for B2B. Result!
As I only wanted HR (a total £100 spend for B2B for the remaining half-hour seemed silly anyways), and only had an extra £20 note for that purpose, that’s what I accepted with a smile back up at Vicky. This is when Vicky’s smile surprisingly disappeared … she groaned that HR wasn't worth her while … and that I’d be wasting my £20 when I should simply go home and wank! Somewhat dumbstruck, as I lay there with a rapidly deflating dick, I mumbled that I didn't have enough on me for B2B … and Vicky then sighed and looked sad, asking me if she could take back her offer of HR. Of course, us punters are never going to force anything on any SP, so I put on my kindest smile and reassured her that this is no problem … I was already very happy with her genuine Thai massage, and thus happy to wrap up with more of the same. I was relieved to see her smile again.
The remaining oily hand massage was lovely … especially as I by now had fully relaxed in to it, my cock also in restful repose under the tubed towel, knowing that nothing was to be forth-cumming. During this we chatted openly and honestly … Vicky asked why I was here for only HR, and I answered truthfully about lack of enough sex with the OH … she then gave advice about how to optimize my sex life at home! Vicky also went on to frankly advise me not to return for only a Thai massage and HR, as this was a waste of time and effort for a masseuse, who needs to earn more for the hour. She then dropped her bare cleavage onto my face, teasing that I’d really enjoy her nude B2B … next time!
As the hour was drawing to an end (excluding the 15min wait at the beginning), Vicky smiled sympathetically down at me … and put a hand over the towel above my resting package, giving it a gentle squeeze and asking if I really wanted to cum. I smiled back and sheepishly nodded. The towel was then removed, my cock and balls were oiled up … and Vicky worked them up into a slippery handfest, quickly and efficiently conjuring cum to spurt all over my belly, thighs and the towel. She laughed and the amount and the spread, joking that my wife clearly needed to “do her job” more frequently with me!
After wet-wiping me clean, more massage followed, along with more sex advice. Vicky wound down to a stop at exactly 60mins in her company on the dot. She then wiped and dried me down with a towel, leaving me smoothed and unscented, such that I didn't feel the need for a shower. After dressing up, I offered Vicky my £20 note … she pulled down her tank top, so I could slip the cash in her deep décolletage … nice trick! We hugged, and I departed.
Conclusion:Vicky at Sala Thai may have been a Positive, as a very good rub and a not-so-bad tug over a solid hour for £60 all in. But she herself is not interested in delivering this, preferring to upsell to B2B for a total £100. I suspect her B2B is quite good, but I’m not going to bother to find out … I thus leave her with a generous
Neutral.
As a general point, after both Maithai and Sala Thai, I’ve decided that such joints aren’t for me. I don’t like the not-knowing which SP might attend, and the tedious will-she-won't-she thing also doesn't thrill me. Going forward, I thunk I’ll stick with independent and upfront FBSM SPs.
