The now-banned JAG4555 posted a dubious TOFTT in August, weirdly lacking in useful detail …
Look guys. i dont want to go in details as part of the session does involve the mutual understanding of massaue and client. But YES. she was topless and naked and yes i did touch. all i said is i wont go in full details.
… but it was enough to peek my interest for me to seek out Imogen for FBSM in September …
Links:External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyLogistics:After business in Marylebone, I texted Imogen, who’s mobile I'd saved for such an opportunity. She texted back to ask to WhatsApp … she then sent this photo and price list …
Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only… enticing me already, so I sorted a 60min session for £100 later that afternoon. Easy!
Location:Imogen works from a rented basement flat in period townhouse, a 5min walk from either Baker St or Marylebone tube stations. The area is plush, and the road is quietish … there’s a bus stop to discreet bide time, if early … the flat is hidden from street level, so no-one will know your shenanigans.
The flat itself is well kept with modern décor … a room at the back houses a massage table with a floor-to-ceiling wall mirror along one side for perfectly reflected viewing … there are superb shower facilities and quality soaps/gels/creams.
Looks:Imogen is SP in her WhatsApped photo above and the added couple from online sources below …
Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only… a handsome lady … wide green-eyes with the smile of a Cheshire cat … long and over-flowing brown locks. She stands around 5’6” with a Size 10 figure … 34B firm boobs and a peachy butt.
Imogen claims to be 27-years-old, but I suspect she’s in her early 30s. Her undoubted USP is the fact that she is a rare English rose in field of EE weeds … Imogen is a north Londoner through-and-through … delightful, cheery, chatty, open and honest, easily engaging in refreshing jokes and banter.
Services:Imogen greeted me through her doorway with a gorgeous smile and cute “Hiya!”, wearing a billowing black chemise. I followed her wiggle to the back of the flat, and into the dim-lit and purpose-fit massage room. Here, we chatted and instantly clicked as north Londoners, and I forgot I was seeing an SP … we recognized local pubs and hangouts … it got a bit too close for comfort, as we found our that we knew eachother’s schools, and so I suddenly reigned in my waffle so as not to give more of myself away. Bringing us back to business, I paid up £100 … and Imogen asked me to undress and passed me a fresh rolled towel to wrap around myself, as she then guided me to her bathroom for a compulsory shower.
On return to the massage room, I unwrapped my washed-and-dried nakedness, leaving the towel on the door hook. Imogen directed me to the massage table ... to lie prone … my face could either nuzzle down in the hole or look right to our full reflection … I chose the latter. And I ogled Imogen slip off her chemise … to stand in black-and-gold laced bra and panties … and her creamy rounded ass cheeks stared back at me.
Imogen dropped warm oil over my lower back, beginning a soft sensual hand massage in this area. She checked for my preferred pressure and whether there were any areas to either focus or avoid … I joked that I wanted her hands everywhere and not nowhere … and we continued to banter throughout … as feather-light touches passed my flanks and over my ass and crack, interspersed with kneading and rolling and probing and twisting … from my heels to my nape … back and forth, up and down.
Imogen then climbed on to the table to kneel between my splayed legs … massaging my neck and shoulders, down my back, and then firmly handling my butt cheeks, mingling in feathery CC swipes. Soon enough, my gooch, balls and shaft were brought in to the oily handiwork … until I was asked to turn over.
Now supine, Imogen stood again by my side … parallel to my upright cock. I turned to the left to stare at her callipygous reflection … while she began to her lingam massage. This was excellent edging … swirls, soft, rolls, hard, pumps, slow, fists, fast … palms, fingers, nails … breath and blows … also around balls and gooch, belly and thighs. My left hand naturally slipped up Imogen’s bare right thigh, up into her panties to fondle her soft ass … no resistance, but encouragement to feel further … I thus reached over with my right hand to cup and squeeze Imogen’s tits within their bra. All the while, Imogen was continuing to edge and edge me … quicker, slicker … her face hovered over my glans, her warm breath enticing my release … I can’t remember exactly what I said, but I made Imogen burst out laughing … her mouth suddenly wide open in smile, like Julia Roberts, over my cock … what a CIM that would’ve been!
Finally, knowing how much I was enjoying looking at her fine ass in the mirror, Imogen gifted me with a reverse CG straddle over my stomach, such that her pantied ass was now wholly in my hands … wow! She grinded and gyrated on me, as she worked my cock and balls up in a frenzy. I turned away from her ass to watch in the mirror to my left … as Imogen expertly cajoled my cum out and forward, aiming my spurts between my quivering knees. After she squeezed out my last drop, Imogen’s hands slid sideways in to a gentle thigh massage for a minute or two, allowing me time to wind down.
After climbing off me, after brief banter, there was no further downtime … Imogen offered me wet-wipes to clean up, and passed me my same towel for another shower. Back in the room, we reminisced about long-gone parts of our mutual patch of North London, as I dressed up. I was eventually let out with a double-kiss … toodling back to Baker St after 72mins in Imogen’s company.
Conclusion:Imogen provided an enjoyable rub-and-tug and edging HR (lingam massage), even more pleasurable due to the novelty of her delightful Englishness … but it was neither B2B nor FBSM, which is what I was expecting at that price. It appears that JAG4555 had Imogen “naked” at the end, but irritatingly declined to share necessary detail in his review …
Now, the next 5 to 10 minutes, i wont go in details. but in short, the sight of imogen naked, she looks fab and i had a explosive finish ( cummed early 🙄).
Either way, and in spite of her ‘English rose’ USP, I think I have to grudgingly drop Imogen’s service down to
Neutral … although I might try her again, when back in the area, hoping return custom and our North London nostalgia might open her up to more ‘tantric’ service, whatever that means!
