My week in Manchester was almost at an end. After
-nat-x on Monday and
xx~francesca~xx on Wednesday, I was quite drained by my last night on Thursday … but couldn’t deny the punting freedom afforded by being in a hotel alone. I knew I wouldn’t have the energy for full-on antics for a third time in a week, so I sought out a relaxing sensual massage with HR to wrap up my Manchester sexperiences … and settled on the Siamease Thai Spa …
Link:External Link/Members OnlyLogistics:No call … no booking … I simply strode in and up the stairs. A smiley Thai receptionist greeted me, and asked which massage I’d like from the ‘menu’ on her desk … I selected the traditional Thai massage, which cost £40 for an hour. Sorted.
Location:Siamease Thai Spa is a genuine Thai massage business in the heart of ‘chinatown’ on Faulkner Street, and is surrounded by other oriental businesses and peoples. The area is busy with locals and tourists, but the Spa doesn’t look dubious or seedy … so no-one cares about or even notices you entering/leaving.
The massage room was dimmed, but further illuminated by scented candles. Gentle instrumental music played in the background. Of course, a sturdy massage table dominated the central space, still allowing ample walkaround for the masseuse. Usefully, there was a red digital clock on the wall at the head end, plus a wash basin with soaps and hand-towels.
Looks:My masseuse was stocky Thai MILF, who introduced herself as ‘Linda’, Dressed in a red uniform (loose T-shirt and tight shorts), Linda appeared quite a bit busty, although her ass was a tad flat.
Linda was likely in her 40s, and spoke reasonable English … although we didn’t partake in much convo.
Services:After coughing up £40 cash to the receptionist, I was asked to wait in the seating area … no-one else was present. Within a minute, Linda appeared, smiled and guided me to her massage room. She asked me to undress fully and lie face-down on the table, and stepped out to allow me to do so … I don't know why, as she was going to return to see me butt-naked anyway!
As instructed, I lay nude and ready on the table, comfortably snuggled in the face-hole. Linda returned at exactly 5mins to the hour. Unable to see anything other than the floor below me, I felt a towel being laid over me. Linda then began an unknotting and kneading hand massage, down from my neck and shoulders, over my back and butt, and down along each leg. After that, the towel was removed, and I now felt oil being dripped all over … and then started a lovely oily hand massage, varying soft and hard strokes, squeezing and pummeling fingerwork … leaving no square inch of my nude posterior untouched, although there was disappointingly little in the way of sensual touches. I was asked to turn over at exactly 25mins to the hour.
As I now lay on my back, I closed my eyes, and let Linda do her business. She started her massage at my feet, and oiled her way up to my hips … up-and-down, side-to-side. Inevitably, in anticipation, both my cock started to rise and my scrotum started to tighten. Linda finally whispered if I would like “this” massaged, as she patted my genitals. I simply smiled and nodded … she tried “£30?”, and I murmured “£20”, which she accepted with a wink.
Linda now doused my cock and balls in oil, and worked them up into a slippery and squelchy frisson … slowing down, speeding up, rotatory, pump-action, fingers, palms, slaps, squeezes … and my cum finally filled her frenzied hands. Phew!
After wet-wiping my mess, and washing her hands in the basin, Linda returned to continue her oily hand massage … now over my arms, chest and stomach. She washed her hands once more, before wrapping up with a tender head/face massage … finishing at exactly 5mins to the hour.
Linda asked me to slowly sit up, and proceeded to wipe me down with a warmed moistened towel … and then dried me up. I declined a shower, as I'd have one back in my hotel. Before Linda left me to dress up, I found a £20 note for her, which she accepted with a wide smile and bow.
On the way out, I passed two English women (mother and daughter, I think) in the seating area … I did a few pretend arm/shoulder stretches, as I walked by, making out I’d just had some vigorous sports massage! I’m sure neither cared or indeed suspected.
Conclusion:Linda delivered a satisfactory and indeed
Neutral rub-and-tug for £60 all in. I wasn’t expecting any less, but perhaps I was expecting more … sensual touches, B2B, FBSM. There might be others at the Spa that offer more, but I doubt I’ll return to find out.
