External Link/Members OnlyOne day last week I had the serious horn and in spite of taking personal initiative it wouldn't go away and I wasn't sure one of my rub and tug regulars were going to be enough. Though I'd never been, I've seen a lot on here about Orange Spa as was. From the discussions thread it also looked like they were opening soon so when I spied a Gumtree ad with the same number I gave it a call.
Comms : Rang but no reply. Ah well.... Then a few minutes later I get a text saying mysteriously "hi". There then followed a series of slightly odd but polite exchanges. I asked where their shop was and they gave me a postcode. Booked 1 hour £80 (30 mins £60). Arranged a time early afternoon after everyone was back in work.. hopefully.
Location : It turned out in the end not to be in a shop but an apartment block shared separately with commercial premises and very close to the trendy bars and cafes to the North of Great Ancoats Street.
Visit : Though I thought I was in the right place I contacted my handler for further instructions which came through promptly. This was getting like Bridge of Spies. Into the building and lift to the designated apartment and the door opened as I arrived.
Was let into a small but dimly lit apartment by the girl hiding behind the door. Shoes off. There was a nice clean bathroom and shower available. I was led into a clean but sparsely furnished bedroom with a double bed. Paid my money.
The girl was probably mid to late 20s, friendly but little English. She was wearing a mask but this came off later. She was about 5'3" size 8/10 with a long dark ponytail, full but slightly drooping breasts and a nice face. Actually she looked half English but maybe it's my eyes. She was wearing a short dress which came off immediately.
I stripped off and lay face down on the bed. There then followed possibly the worst massage I've ever had. It was like being prodded with a spatula in fact I could believe it was the first time she'd been asked for a massage and was probably thinking to herself, "WTF?!" Those of you in the know will be snickering and thinking similar. So after patiently hoping it would get better over 15 minutes (it didn't) I turned over.
She asked me if I wanted B2B. Now we're talking! But this turned out to be a bit disappointing too though I did enjoy her rubbing her fit body over mine and grinding her stubbly pussy against me but with no real structure. Having had enough of this I chance my arm and ask for sex but she suggests blow job instead. Ah well, not really my thing but guess I'll go with the flow. Anyway after cleaning my knob she starts deep throating me. I couldn't believe it. AND I'm enjoying it - couldn't believe that either. Now I'm getting worried as I feel the sap starting to rise so I stop proceedings. I then suggest going down on her. She is lovely and clean and I spend I good 5 minutes of diligent bean flicking whilst she wriggles around a bit. And bless her at the end, she thanks me... probably for the rest rather than anything else but a sweet young lady all the same
So finally I ask for sex again, she looks at my knob and says it is very big (it's not) so after I'd finished laughing and made her an appointment at Specsavers it's on with the bag. Spoons to begin then mish but I think she is not comfortable but though she claims she's ok, I stop. We try CG but I think she'd rather not so I leave it there and lie back. At this point she encouragingly suggests blow job again - well why not, I've had worse! She then starts the deep throating again whilst massaging my balls. I could feel this was doing to the trick, the sap rising again. She breaks off to ask if I'm OK whilst continuing to wank me. I tell her I am coming, to warn her in case she doesn't want any on her face. At this point she clamps her mouth back on my dick, seeing this just make my orgasm more intense with my gonads screaming "me first, me first!" (it's a line from an old John Candy movie). Think I blew like a fire hydrant, must've pulled from reserves a month's worth rather than 12 hours worth. Fair play she kept her mouth over me until the last drop. In fact when she offered me a wipe there was nothing left.
She was still hovering over me tending to me with a mouthful - I had to usher her to the bathroom to get rid poor girl. A few minutes later after brushing and gargling she came back minty fresh. She was a lovely young lady and we had a bit of a joke despite the language difficulty. So off and out I went with 15 mins to spare but I didn't care, I could have stayed if I'd wanted but not sure what she would have made with a head massage.
Summary : Very nice girl with a lovely manner. Sorry to say never got her name due to all the cloak and dagger stuff at the beginning. Not sure if there are other apartments on that floor being used. I could here Chinese voices in the corridor and smell Chinese food too. Had a good time of course but I guess massage connoisseurs don't visit here. Have still got a hard on thinking about that BJ. Will I be back? You decide.
