External Link/Members OnlyShort VersionFriendly and obliging lady but didn't feel any connection or genuine warmth. Business-like would be best description.
Was not ready at agreed time.
Room and breath had strong aroma of fish.
Long Version (sorry, really loooonnnngggg version!)
Wanted to see Ruth for years. I love slim, athletic, toned and muscular ladies and Ruth fits the bill. She announced a tour to Liverpool in the Summer on UKE so I messaged her and was soon setting a time and date two months ahead and dispatching her a deposit, think it was £50/£70 can't quite remember, towards 1hr fee of £170.
I had no qualms about sending her a deposit as her presence on UKP and UKE over the years clearly indicate she is discreet, trustworthy and professional. I did it via bank transfer and reckoned that would reveal my real name, but again, that didn't bother me. Thereafter, our comms moved to texting via my personal phone, no point maintaining Gordon persona anymore. Not much more to say at that point, just sit back and wait for the day.
I complied with Ruth's request to ring her on morning to confirm our appointment later that afternoon. During that call she told me she would text me her hotel room number when she checked in which she envisaged would be an hour or two before our scheduled time. She then told me to go straight to room at agreed time.... no need to call to tell her I was there or check she was ready. I gently queried this as it seemed an unusual approach and maybe I'd misunderstood. She just reiterated there was no need to faff about calling/texting, just head on up at the alloted time.
I duly got her text at lunchtime telling me her room number and I replied with okay, see you at 2:30.
I should say that she was actually staying in Bromborough, not Liverpool, but I'd become aware of that weeks before and it didn't make much difference. The hotel in Bromborough is great for punting: car park, gym, conferences, coffee shop.. free to come and go and wander about as you please.
I ended up arriving at hotel just after 2:15. Circled car park, pottered about getting cash ready, chucked bag into boot. Final check of phone - no messages so at 2:20 I chucked phone in glovebox and headed to main entrance just carrying keys, cash and water bottle. Had a reccy of open reception, went to loo and sat in coffee shop for 5 mins before heading to her room. Tapped the door bang on 2:30.
Door ajar, hiding thing with just Ruth's head showing. Was looking forward to a smiley warm greeting but just got "oh, didn't you get my message?". I was a bit flummoxed and stammered errrr... no. Ruth said she'd sent a message a short while ago asking for a few extra minutes to get ready. I explained I'd left my phone in the car 10 mins ago. Bit of a pregnant pause and then she suggested I could come in and wait whilst she got ready so in I went and sat in chair out the way in corner. Ruth swiftly bustled about clearing a multitude of unpacking off the bed, finished a couple of mouthfuls of lunch, cleaned away Tupperware and nipped to loo to clean her teeth. All this barely took 3 mins - now we're good to go. I can't help noticing a very overpowering stench of the fish (tuna?) lunch she's just scoffed permeating the room though. I hand her cash for balance of fee.
Off we go then.... hugging, kissing, feeling her muscles. She very obliging and indulgent but I'm getting a whiff of half mouthwash and half fish off her breath. She's otherwise fresh and clean with a lovely pussy to go down on. Ruth's very natural.... no fake bits, fake tan, perfumes - just a classically feminine pale skinned beauty.
Now this muscle worship and RO went on for some while. My shit RO was achieving sod all reaction from Ruth so she asked if I'd mind if she brought herself to orgasm. Ummmm o....kay go on then, and she duly fiddled with and flicked her sizeable clit until she came, well I think she did - it wasn't the most demonstrative "moment" and I presume ladies don't fake their own self induced orgasms??? Felt quite nice and intimate being present through this, cradling her head though.
Through out all this I'd been struggling to stay hard - getting a right boner but then wilting. Now this doesn't actually bother me and its becoming pretty much standard for me so hence I barely punt anymore. When it happens I can normally finish myself wanking over them with a bit of encouragement.
Anyway, we ended up lying there loosely cuddling but I've gotta be honest, I was deeply unimpressed with Ruth's lack of initiative in gently or subtlety taking it up a notch, y'know..... stroke my cock, my inner thigh, say some nice complimentary ego boosting things, nibble my ear, I dunno.... you're the sexworker aren't you? She seemed happy to lie there politely chatting apparently oblivious to me fiddling with her nipples or caressing her.
Don't get me wrong, things were relaxed and pleasant enough but everything just felt cordial, not sexy. Hour was soon gonna be up so I initiated end, got dressed had a quick wash and went.
I haven't gone into too much detail about the muscle worship but that was brilliant - really enjoyed myself. Ruth very content extensively flexing and posing and I was lucky enough to catch her in optimum condition. The rest just never "took off" or escalated. I believe that the botched start did not help, certainly didn't set the right tone and took the wind out of my sails but it shouldn't have completely stymied things. I left with the impression Ruth had a busy packed itinerary for her weekend and I'd sort of been shoehorned into it and she had not sufficiently prepared or readied herself to receive and entertain me. Whether this was actually the case or not I cannot say for sure but, like I say, that was how it felt.
I reckon the service warrants a neutral but the delayed start and fishy smelling room kick it into the red. Oh, btw.... She sent the message asking me to hang fire 8 mins before kick off and just after I'd left my phone in car. Remember, she was the one who wanted to forego the "I'm here" comms and wanted me to just head straight to the room number given to me an hour or so earlier.
I've sat on this review for a good few months. Ummmmed and ahhhhhed about the rating and also felt a bit weird negging a lady I've admired (and frankly still do admire) and casually interacted with online for a few years and who posts on here too. I did actually enjoy meeting Ruth on a personal level, it's just that the punt was disappointing. Therefore: disappointed client = negative review.
