Thanks to all my fellow FBSM connoisseurs that have reviewed Sophie already. She oiled up my engine last month …
Links:External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyLogistics:As she arranges her own bookings, and is seemingly popular/busy, Sophie is tricky to pin down. My missed calls would always eventually get a polite texted reply … and I realised we couldn’t get timings to work after my short notice whims. After finally giving Sophie 4-5 hours notice with a morning text for an afternoon session, we locked down an hour’s meet. No services or prices were discussed (although I had B2B in mind for a total £100, as other reviewers had enjoyed) … but Sophie simply texted her postcode and asked me to confirm an hour beforehand.
Location:Sophie works from a 3rd floor flat in large period townhouse on a discrete and quietish side road, which is a brisk 5min walk south of Baker Street tube station. After puffing and panting up warped and murky communal staircases to top floor, Sophie’s flat itself is trendy and bright … with a dedicated dim-lit massage room, housing table, candles, flowers and music; an upright mirror stands in a corner useless for self-voyeurism.
Looks:Sophie is the cutie below …
Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members OnlyHidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only… sparkling eyes and gorgeous smile … beautiful brown waves of hair … a standing 5’5” hourglass figure with soft natural C-cups and a fulsome peachy butt.
I reckon Sophie is in her late 20s. She’s from Poland, but has been here long enough to have garnered great English, allowing for easy and pleasant convo.
Services:I found a smiling Sophie behind her door, posing in a black tank top and yoga pants … wow! Her smile widened, as she caught me gawping at her body. Directed into the massage room, I was offered a shower and a drink … and declined both. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Sophie left the room to let me undress and assume a nude face-down position on the table.
Sophie returned a minute later, and my mug was already nestled in the table’s face-hole. I instantly felt warm oil in lines along my left lower limb … from buttock to heel. Sophie then began a solid Swedish hand massage with check on how firm I wanted her to be. This was a proper no-fucking-around professional massage, but with accidentally-on-purpose touches and glides along my crack, balls and shaft. Sophie finished off my left leg workout with a glorious left foot massage and various groaning stretches. She then repeated the same with my right lower limb.
Legs done and left floating, Sophie next focused on my lower back (I had mentioned lumbar issues), and kneaded out knots and stiffness. Her superb massage then moved up my back, neck, shoulders … involving good use of her forearms and elbows too … and extended down my arms.
My entire posterior done, there was now a brief pause. I started at the floor, thinking we must be at the halfway mark, and eagerly anticipated Sophie’s next moves. They arrived in style as featherlight caresses up my legs and over my ass and down my crack … oooh! They moved onto to subtle CC swipes, probing of my perineum, cupping of my balls, and stroking of my shaft. With her hand still reaching under, as I squirmed in her oily grip, Sophie then bent down to whisper near my ear, “Would you like something sensual?” … stupid question, if there ever was!
Turning out of the face hole, I smiled at Sophie and asked for B2B. Smiling back, she said the total cost would thus be £120. God knows how I managed to negotiate, as she had my balls in an oily fondle, but I feebly whimpered that I only had £100 on me … she smiled again, and whispered, “That’s fine.” … Result!
Sophie now fully undressed, as I snuggled back into the face-hole. B2B ensued, and I reveled in the feel of her soft tits slipping and sliding up-and-down between my ass and neck … the feel of her breathing and blowing over my nape and into my ears … the feel of perpetual CC swipes and reach unders … until she murmured, “Turn over, please.” … Jeez!
Dousing my entire front in oil, Sophie climbed aboard … straight into a tit-wank, maintaining sultry eye contact throughout. She variously conducted body slides over me, and I found opportunity to indulge in oily necking and kisses to her cheeks and shoulders. My hands now also slipped and slicked over and under her tits, around her back and butt, up-and-down her thighs. Sophie eventually rose up to kneel between my spread-eagled legs … in order to start lingam massage, essentially edging my rock-solid cock … her eyes always on mine, knowing how to prolong my pleasure. Sensing that I was nearing climax, Sophie stepped off the table to stand by my right side, leaning over my face, her chest on mine … as her hands continued to work up my cock … wanks, swirls, hard, soft, rotations, pumps, palms, fists … including my balls, my belly, my thighs. As I stared up at her, my left hand tweaked her nipples, my right hand fondled her oily glutes and its fingers tickled her back-pussy. Edging further, I soon found Sophie’s left tit in my mouth … and it stifled my moans, as I spurted down below. Her left tit only moved away, as Sophie leaned down to lick and suck up my left nipple, keeping me cumming in her right hand. All spent, Sophie stood straight … her right hand still caring for my softening cock … her left hand massaging my belly and chest. And soon we smiled at eachother to signal an end.
After wet-wiping me clean, Sophie popped out to wash her hands, but asked me to relax back. Back in seconds, I suddenly found her at the head of the table, beginning a most relaxing face/head massage … intermittently extending down over my chest, allowing her soft tits to dollop on my forehead. This lovely end-touch continued to 60mins on the dot, when Sophie woke me from my reverie to offer a shower.
After my shower, I dressed alone back in the massage room. Ready to go, I stepped out to find Sophie smiling in the corridor and back in her tank top and yoga pants. I now handed over £100 … and after a double-kiss, I was out and bouncing downstairs … 68mins gone.
Conclusion:Sophie provides an excellent professional massage, which morphs into worthy B2B with lingam edging … and all delivered by a smiley and sultry SP. This FBSM hour was
Positive for me, for sure, although not necessarily the best VFM at £100 (or indeed £120 for some!).
