External Link/Members OnlyAs discussed elsewhere, l discovered this place online, and was going to TOFFT, but got beaten to it!
It’s not in the town centre, it’s out in the suburbs, so unless you know Peterlee well, you’ll need your satnav/Google map to find it. It’s very public, in the middle of a parade of shops, which are raised up from the road. Their website helpfully includes a street view, so when you see the large Costcutter supermarket, you’ll know you’re there. The signage on the building relates to the previous business, but they have had the big window logo’d ( which only makes it even more public). I’m not from Peterlee, and am almost never there, so it didn’t bother me.
The website says you can just walk in, but I’d recommend booking. I walked in and could only get a half hour, as it would run into the next booking ( was that you, Kev?).
Three ladies bustling about, one older lady, clearly the mamasan in 'ordinary' clothing, and two masseuses, one in a dark tunic and the other, taller, in a red tunic.
So, being restricted to 30 minutes, l paid £25 at the desk. The shorter dark-clad lady took me to the room. At first, l thought l was being led through a corridor, due to the glass door, but, no, this was the massage room. I goggled a bit at the idea of a glass door, making everything visible from reception, and spent a curious minute trying to work out if it was perhaps one-way glass ( which it wasn’t).
I undressed in the corner, away from the door. The lady came back in pulling a heavy black curtain across the outside of the door (phew). Proper massage table with the hole for your head. Started as normal, face down.
Perhaps because of the 30 minute booking, she wan
ted to get down to earning her tip quickly, so the massage began on my legs. In very short order, she was massaging my buttocks, including parting the cheeks and blowing gently (!)
A quick, perfunctory rub of my back, neck and shoulders, before returning to the bum, with the reach unders removing any doubts as to whether extras would be available. A tap on the arm indicated time to turn over. A glance at the clock on the wall showed that we had used up just 8 minutes of the 30.
Again, no messing about, hands straight to the upper thighs, and in no time at all, cock, balls and perineum were being fondled, with the usual response from Mr Happy. She paused, one hand cradling my balls, the other round my shaft, and asked did l like it? Hell yes! She then asked “More?” and rubbed up and down. When l said yes, she made the universal 'money' gesture and I nodded agreement.
She’s obviously well practiced in HJs, as the technique was excellent, not just a wank, but hands all over – sometimes felt like four hands working not two. Of course in due course the desired result occurred.
She initially cleaned up with a fresh towel ( taken from a pile under the table) then disappeared briefly to get a warm damp flannel, which completed the mop up, followed by another fresh towel to dry off.
She busied herself tidying round, while l dressed. I was pleased to see her gather up the used towels and facecloth in a bundle and take them away. Slipped her a £20 note (thought about a tenner, but didn’t have one and anyway I’d had fun). She smiled broadly, tucked the money away and showed me out. We had a fight with the front door which they’d locked and we initially couldn’t get it open.
Overall, a good session, another establishment in the area for Thai rub n tug fans. I will return, would book an hour next time to see if more is on offer – and I’d like to try the girl in the red tunic!
