External Link/Members OnlyShe has quite a lot of adverts with a few different names, but this one linked above has by far the raciest photos and is entirely unambiguous about what's offered. There's been at least
one or
two proper reviews before, and a not-insignificant amount of chatter regarding the services she offers, another woman who uses the same premises etc. The above link is pretty unambiguous.
£75, 30m B2B, HE and Titwank. Seen within the last month.
Comms: All very swift through WhatsApp. She did ask me to put up a profile picture, which I happily did - I don't care - though she actually said she couldn't see it. This didn't stop her offering me an appointment, so I'm not sure how serious a requirement this is.
Location: Near Bournemouth train station. Actual entrance is located behind the street address given (which she makes clear when you text upon arrival) with free, albeit fairly busy, street parking right outside. The actual service is provided in a garden cabin doo-hickey, which could have been warmer but I was presumably her first customer of the day as she had to travel in to meet me there. Which brings me on to...
Meeting: When I got there and sent the text, she replied saying she was running 15m late. Not a problem for me, though I know it could be for others. This was really the only downside to the meet, so whilst it's not the most auspicious of starts, it didn't bother me too much. The bigger downside, rather than sitting in my car for a quarter of an hour, is that the cabin hadn't had much time to warm up, but I'm a brave boy so I soldiered on. After a quick hello and confirmation of services, she asked for the money and asked me to take off my clothes. Obliging, I laid face-down on the massage table - a proper table, with a papery sheet thing over the top - and she got to it.
The actual massage was gentle, though based on the surroundings - clearly not *just* a wank-shed - I imagine if you actually wanted a more robust massage, she'd be able to provide one. In this instance I think she - rightly - knew what I wanted, because it only took about 5 minutes before her robe was off and she was walking around me in some nice matching underwear and stockings. The robe, by the way, was probably at the very edge of 'plausible deniability' that she doesn't run an entirely non-sexual ship. It could probably leave jussstt enough doubt in someone's mind that they couldn't be entirely sure. The stockings? Not so much.
She did lots of leaning over my body, a bit of hair draping. Then the bra comes off, and she's oiled them up, gliding them over my back - I'm still face down, so I'm only able to snap the odd glance in the (not especially generous) mirrors on the wall, which nicely contributes to the slow building - like a sexy version of not fully seeing the monster in a horror film until the final showdown. Then off come the pants, a largely pointless act since it was only a tiny thong anyway and it's not like you're going to be putting anything inside her. She ends up kneeling on the table between your legs, giving your neck, back, arse and thighs a good rub with her whole body.
Finally, those magical words - 'Would you like to turn over'. A bit more of the gliding, albeit now with the size of her tits entirely clear - they really are huge. She starts of leaning over me from each side, rubbing her tits across my body. At this point my hand is resting on her arse, but that's as far as I go - I'm sure I could have gone further, but for me part of the appeal of this (vs an escort) is the passive nature of it. She then mounts the table between my legs, with her sliding her tits along me, starting at my head and down my torso. Then back up, and back down etc such that she's slowly moving down my body. Eventually her face is in front of my cock and with a cheeky smile she starts to give it a gentle rub. She then pours a whole bunch of hot oil onto her hands, then my cock. What follows is a sort of merry-go-round of increasing intensity, starting with oil hand job, then sliding her tits over my cock, then popping him between her tits and giving it a tug at the same time. Round and round, harder and harder until the predictable conclusion.
She then - contrary to other previous comments, I think - wiped me down first with some tissue, then a hot, wet towel, and then again on my back (after sitting up) with another hot, wet town. Job done, we make chit chat as I get dressed and then fuck off.
Physical: She is the woman in the photos. She's quite short (maybe 5ft3), white, English, blond and IMO the definition of curvy. If you're looking for someone lithe and sporty, this ain't the one for you, but personally I love it. Bit of a tum but nothing out of place for a woman of her years (which I'd hazard a guess as being maybe 45-50?) Her tits truly are a thing of marvel with some real heft, and her arse is a nice shape - as I said above, I didn't investigate any further beyond just resting a hand on it. Facially she's not unattractive but it's never going to be the star of this particular show. I have an actress in mind who I think she really looks like, but I can't for the life of me remember what I've seen her in or her name - I'll edit this if I remember in the future!
Will I be back? Probably - it's a little far for me, so it's the sort of thing I need a luxuriously large amount of spare time for, even for a 30m appointment (though I was in there for closer to 40m). I also feel like I got everything I'm likely to get from the encounter (ie no 'I secretly suck off my regulars' vibes, but I could be wrong), which also makes it less likely. But I don't want that to detract from the strength of my endorsement - if you like milfs with big tits, getting wanked off in a hut and find yourself in Bournemouth, I couldn't recommend her more. If either of the first two aren't the case, then I think you need to take a long, hard look at yourself in the mirror, frankly.
I think that's it. Any questions, please feel free to ask.
