External Link/Members OnlyOK, I
may have spoiled it a bit for people!
After reading Cleats' review (
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=274931.0) I decided to check it out. I'd always heard it was 100% legit so had swerved it up to now.
THE BOOKINGEnquired by text about Lynne's availability at around 3 PM, received a message back within 15 minutes and was booked in for 4. Simple process!
THE PLACEIf you know Doncaster, it's part of the old Free Press office on Sunny Bar, right next to the market. You have a choice of car parks within 5 minutes walk, or if you're coming in on public transport it's maybe 10-15 minutes from the interchange. It's quite a prominent shopfront, but thanks to Smile's efforts (
External Link/Members Only) to make Thai massage legit in Donny (ah, the days when you could persuade some of the Smile girls to whip their tops off for a handjob...or one glorious afternoon, full on sex on a massage table!!!) I don't think you'd raise any eyebrows if you were seen going in. The door was locked and there is a sign asking you to ring the bell. Fortunately there were 2 ladies in reception and the door was opened straight away, but there would be the potential for having to hang around outside if the girls were busy.
THE GIRLA young,
very pretty girl opened the door for me. Regrettably, this was not Lynne.
Cleats described Lynne very well; 40-or-so, a bit dumpy, but quite pretty and very bubbly and smiley. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd seen her before somewhere...we'll come back to that bit later. She showed me into a nicely turned out room with a massage table in (quite small though...not sure how many rooms and girls they have there?) and left me to get undressed.
MAN it was hot in that room!! I know the weather's been a bit changeable lately, and it was cold in the morning, but the heating had been on full all day and it was roasting. Yes, this gave me the opportunity to ask later when Lynne commented on the heat to invite her to shed some clothes. It earned me no more than a smack on my bare arse, however!
THE MASSAGEI asked for a soft, relaxing stress relief and she certainly delivered that...Lynne is a very good masseuse and gave a fantastic oily, sensual massage. However, from the off she was asking if I'd been before and why did I ask for her? I didn't want to tip her off to this place so I just said a friend recommended her.
After that she was kind of like a dog with a bone to determine who the friend was. As I'd had a meeting earlier that day, I made up said "friend" and modelled my description on the person I'd been meeting, and this is where I may have spoiled things a bit as she was then struggling to remember him.
Unlikely, as he was fictitious.
I kept it quite vague though..."Chris" is middle-aged, from Doncaster, shaved head with a bit of a belly. He also recommended her happy ending.
Bugger me, she remembered him! "Chris" wasn't supposed to tell anyone about happy endings, and she doesn't do those (but guys can do it themselves if they like...hmmm...)
Caveat: while she was telling me she absolutely does
not deliver happy endings, not neverever, she was playing with my bollocks.
Anyway, now it was a "will-she-won't-she" scenario, so I turned all tricksy like and changed the subject, talking about where she was from and where she'd worked before. She's worked at Narlee and Ginnaree before, and it clicked that I did know her - she's given me a couple massages at Narlee (too old to review, regrettably), and she now remembered me too, giving me information from my cover story that I stick to if they ever want to chat.
So I knew damn well that she gives a pretty good hand shandy, which I reminded her of!
So the massage continues and there's more bum and thigh stroking, and back to my balls, so that I was nicely hard on the turn. She was still insisting that she doesn't do happy endings here but I could do it myself.
Note that at no point had extra payment been discussed.
So she's massaging around my cock and sticking to that area exclusively and
gods I was hard...I asked her if she'd massage my cock and she started to...not wanking, by any means but stroking. Meanwhile I'd started stroking her thighs, bum and pussy through her leggings. She didn't stop me, until I tried to feel her tit, and was okay with me sliding my hand up to her bare back under her tunic. She took my hand and put it on my dick and said that I should do it and she'd help, moving her hand to my balls. "Hmm," thinks I, "I don't think so" so put her other hand on the head of it while I stroked myself a little for maybe a minute or so until I took her hand and curled her fingers around the shaft of it with my hand on the outside and started her off wanking me, before I moved my hand away and let her carry on to a very nice orgasm.
She cleaned me up then went off to was her hands before coming back to give me a relaxing head massage.
A few more mentions of "Chris" and how he was supposed to keep it secret and I promised I would do the same, but for real unlike blabbermouth "Chris," and I reassured her that I didn't mention my Narlee experiences with her, and absolutely would not breathe a word to another living soul about this one.
Yes, I'm a lying cunt.
I was offered a shower before I left, but was headed straight home so decided to have one there.
THE COSTOther than my immortal soul for telling fibs? I paid £30 at the desk for an hour, and gave Lynne an unasked-for £20 tip in the room after the event. She didn't ask for anything extra for the extras, and I don't know if she was going to.
Total cost, £50.
PARTING THOUGHTSWhereas Cleats receives a HE without any fuss, presumably based on the fact that by the second visit he was a known quantity, I had to work for it. Even when she recognised me from Narlee and had tugged me off there, she was adamant that she wasn't going to do it now, right up until the point where she did. Perhaps because I'd been sent by fictitious "Chris" (and Cleats mate, if you happen to be called Chris and fit the description above, I'm REALLY sorry for the grief she's going to give you next time!!!), and that aroused suspicion, I don't know. I do recall, writing this, that she'd said she didn't
want to do happy endings, which probably ought to make me feel guilty, but frankly doesn't because I can be a bit of a self-centred twat at times (i.e. every second I'm awake...)
So if you do decide to book and specifically ask for Lynne...tell 'em "Chris" sent you!
