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External Link/Members OnlyThe appointment happened this week: £120 for one hr, no extras.
Nikki looks just like her pictures: small, petite, business like, and wearing the silver dress you see in some of her images. As others have said, there is a large flower tattoo on her stomach. I made a booking at lunchtime; Nikki said she'd send the postcode later. It didn't arrive. When I texted a reminder, she admitted she'd forgotten. Not a great start. However, we got there: postcode; then house number; then entry code (use the torch on your phone to see the keyboard, it's dark in the evenings). Parking no problem in New Town in the evening.
She's currently in a smart, ground floor (three external steps) studio flat with high ceilings. Shoes off just inside the door. The bathroom is well maintained, although the towel was damp - clean, she insisted, just not yet dried from the washing machine. The bed was firm and comfortable.
As I stepped out of the shower I handed her the cash and she asked bluntly: sex first or massage? Before I could answer, massage, she had jumped on her phone to order some food to be delivered later. There were several times when I was face down during the massage that she was texting on the phone. How do I know? It was still plugged in and the cable brushed against my arm!
The massage was a rub rather than a proper massage: I think she's in the market for "sex with a bit of massage" rather than "massage with a bit of sex"... but it was not unpleasant. The music came from a large, wall-mounted TV, a series of 80s hits but with adverts every five minutes that were somewhat disconcerting!
Nikki's reach-unders were heavy gropes rather than gentle caresses and eventually she asked me to turn over and she announced she was going to give me a BJ (delivered owo). That was preceded by a lengthy clean-up of my dick and balls with wet wipes (remember, I'd just had a shower). She finally got down to business and after a time I asked about 69, adding "if you like"... She moved round to a 69 position, but I distinctly heard her mutter "I don't really like". It did the trick for me, but she didn't CIM as advertised, though admittedly the subject hadn't been discussed. No tissues, just lots more of the bitterly cold wetwipes then she took a shower.
On her return she suggested continuing the massage, though I was getting cold by this point. Returning to face down, it was a repeat of the earlier rubbing - but then she wiped the oil off my back using those dam freezing wetwipes again! She made sure we had the full hour, and a couple of times she did offer to try and make me cum again, but by then I was keen to shower - with the same towel I'd used earlier that was still damp! - and leave.
Not a terrible time but somewhat underwhelming, hence the neutral.
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