External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members Only£40 for 60 minutes + £40 B2B
Bear with me. Coming back from town with an itch to scratch. Messaged Nattaya at 8.10, asking for 8.30 appointment. Got there 8.40 and turned away due to closing at 9.00.
Messaged this place asking for 9.00 appointment. Agreed and given Sugar's name.
Arrived just after and rang the bell. Had to wait a couple of minutes before being let in. Sugar is all giggles and flirts as I follow her upstairs and asked to wait in another room while she finished another booking. Around 10 minutes later, the other punter's left and I was ushered in. The room is small but warm and money changes hands.
Sugar is probably late 30s, early 40s with shoulder length hair dark hair tied up on top of her head, a bright yellow dress that fits like a sausage skin, finishing just below C level and scooped to show a cleavage of at least 34C proportions. More flirts and giggles and she stays in the room as I undress. I've taken my shirt and jeans off when she lends a hand to pull down my boxers and gets amongst it to wake little muffin up. I'm still wearing my socks and my boxers are around my ankles when she's on her knees, rubbing me up the rigth way and blowing and kissing my balls and surroundng areas.
This is all going swimmingly and next she stands up but we're not done yet, little muffin is still in her hand but somehow she manages to pull her dress down to reveal bra-less breasts and also up to her waist to reveal pantyhose clad legs. Sugar pulls me close and tucks little muffin between her thighs, simulating a knee trembler. This is a good start so I get fully naked and lay down on the massage table.
Things took an unexpected turn here in that instead of a few soppy strokes and a rub down, Sugar delivered a pretty damn fine, well structured massage from head to toes. Around ten minutes before the oil came out, and then only sparingly, and before it did, she hopped up to walk from shoulders down to hips and down each leg. It was as good as any typical Thai massage and included stretches and pretzling of my limbs as she chuckled away to herself and made chit-chat. To keep little muffin interested, she did keep reaching between my butt cheeks to keep pulling him around. For £40, the massage was pretty good with plenty of cracks and twists to loosen me up.
At the turnover, she strips naked and I can see a little sag to stomach and jumper bunnies but less than mine does and she flatters my ego by telling me (quite falsely) that I have a strong body and nice cock. There's a flower tattoo covering one shoulder and another on her stomach, I think. The roof to her lady cottage is lightly thatched and overall, I'm pleased with the view, even if she is a little heavier set than my ideal booking. But she's by no means overweight.
A variety of positions and nibbles, not too much oil and she doesn't shy away from Stephen and the twins, nor does she shy my hand away from knocking at the cottage door. When suckling at her rubbery nips, she shudders a bit and claims it makes her horny. Who knows, but the cottage hallway gets slippery. A good time is being had by all but this is where an obvious positive review takes a turn.
As we were getting ready at the beginning, around 9.20 she said that I would be her last customer of the day. However, little muffin is receiving the milkshake treatment when the doorbell rings. I'm sure I heard her tell the punter before me to turn over the closed sign but apparenty not. So, as she had done with him and me, she puts her dress back on to let him in and get him settled in the room next door.
She's barely more than superficially apologetic on her return and little muffin lays dormant, having lost interest so i'm already disappointed. Sugar asures me that all is not lost and she can make me happy in the last five minutes. This p155es me off a little. Even ignoring this interruption, I look at the clock and I must have at least 10 minutes left. I voice this and she starts denying it, then checks her phone. At this point, I've had enough and i'm ready to get up and go. I tell her as much and she concedes more time is owed and firmly but not roughly, pushes me back down on the table again.
None of which has awoken little muffin from his slumbers and I tell her that she's wasting her time. Sugar grins and leans in repeat the licks and kisses to the dangly bits from the beginnng, but now i'm laid down. Out comes a little oil and she's obviously determined, trying different things in different positions. There's some response but not enough and i tell Sugar it's ok, enough's enough.
At this point, she climbs up and straddles my hips, tugging away at little muffin between her nethers. This is starting to get results when it sounds like she says, "You want inside pussy?" Earlier in proceedings, she has said similar as part of flirting and kissing. (I forgot to mention that there had been light French kissing earlier), and she's rubbing little muffin around the cottage letterbox. Before I can reply, enjoyable as this is, she's popped little muffin all the way in and I'm balls deep and unsheathed inside her front parlour.
As good as the first few seconds felt, the brain quickly realised the situation and I wriggled out. Without missing a beat, she wet wipes me down and carries on rubbing and tugging to the finale, including teasing my back door to keep me good and hard. And then it's all over. By the time I'm dressed, we've had the full hour.
This was going to be a positive review, based on the quality of the massage at the start alone, and there were other positives about the attentions received after the turnover but now it looks like I'll be using the Bank Holiday to make arrangements to get my tackle tested.
Sugar is halfway through two weeks in Manchester so caveat emptor to anyone visiting. I'm sure that if you took your own condom and negotiated, you could have a whale of a time that included FS as well as a great massage. EM
