This meet happened a couple of weeks ago. Despite her number not appearing on Chaba’s Adultwork page I was able to get it off Vivastreet and she answered promptly.
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As far as I can remember I paid £50 for a 30 minute massage + B2B and hr, though the prices on her Adultwork page suggest it’s normally £60. Either my memory’s playing tricks on me or I got lucky based on the mishap with the booking.
Location:
10/15 minute walk from Stratford Station, down a quiet residential road off Romford Road.
Comms:
Initial contact swift and we settled on a time after a bit of back and forth. Hour was agreed. However, about two hours before the booking confusion arose when Chaba sent another message which I took to mean she could only start the booking thirty minutes after the agreed time. I said I can do the original time and not the new one. This seemed to be an end to the matter. I was wrong.
Meet:
Chaba showed me inside of the house she works out of. Immediately I could see a woman cooking in the kitchen down the hallway, which was slightly off putting. I asked Chaba later and apparently Chaba lives with family and friends who have to know what she does. Must be awkward when they sit down for dinner, but hey-ho.
Chaba’s reasonably short, about 5’2 I’d guess (I’m terrible with heights) and slightly bigger than her photos would suggest, but in a good way. I would say she’s probably late thirties early forties but looks good for it. I’d personally give her a 7 or 8/10, but opinions may vary.
The room was stuffy; apparently she’d been burning incense all day. We chat very briefly before we reconfirm the length of the booking. This is where things got confused. As it turned out she’d been working three hours non-stop and told me she hadn’t had time to rest or shower (which I didn’t notice any smells or anything later but still not the greatest thing to tell a client.) Anyway, when she sent the earlier message she meant that’s when she wanted the session to end; she could only do thirty minutes before packing it in for the day. I wasn’t best pleased, having travelled an hour to get there, but I was horny and I wasn’t trekking back on the tube without getting my rub and tug. After a bit of toing and froing where I very poorly tried to convince her to do an hour I relented and handed over the money. Like I said I’m pretty sure it was £50 and if that’s the case I can only assume she discounted a tenner due to the mix-up and my disappointment. Or my memory could be shot, who knows.
Anyway, I strip down and get on the massage table. Decent massage, nothing to write home about. About halfway through she asks me to turn over and strips, revealing some nice tits that I unfortunately didn’t get a chance to get a handful of. However she proceeded to climb on top of me and, after oiling herself up, rubbed herself and those tits all over me. She has a routine where she works your lower body, then the left side of your chest, then the right over and over, which was nice but slightly perfunctory. After about ten minutes or so she climbed off and wanked me off. Just before we finished Chaba offered me a shower but before I could avail myself of it someone in the house started using it. Instead I used a towel to rub myself down and after a quick chat I was out of the house while desperately trying not to make eye contact with anyone living there. It was pretty much thirty minutes on the dot.
Having read some previous reviews I have to say there was no indication anything else was on offer, but that could have been because of her tiredness, that she didn’t fancy the look of me or she doesn’t do it anymore.
Conclusion:
I certainly found Chaba very hot, and the sensation of said hot woman rubbing herself all over you will (hopefully) never get old. However the disappointment of the mix-up of the times knocks this down to a neutral for me. Admittedly I should bear part of the blame for not confirming first before setting out but during the meet there was an air of her trying to rush through it so she could finish for the day. Also the setup’s a bit awkward with the other people living there, though no one bothered me.
Would I return: If I was ever up Stratford way for anything, probably, or as a third choice. But otherwise it’s too much hassle given the distance and the fact that it didn’t set my world on fire.
