I am grateful for markmamailrk20’s
Xmas gift of a review and his subsequent advice, plus joe diddley’s astute guidance, both of which I note below for ease of my own future reference …
Hi Tantraman. They can be moody when you walk but nothing too dramatic.
For a first time walk up I would recommend the either i) the better Greens Court flat - no 2 - which is both probably the most discreet and has a fairly consistant level of service or ii) 8 Greek street as the service level is high and there is an office below the brothel so you at least have an excuse - sold something on gumtree and dropping it off blah blah blah.
However if you want balls to the wall filth 28 Peter Street with its rotten stair case and mirrored ceilings is straight out of a 70s skin flick. Just avoid crazy angela - blonde with fake boobs and often a bit over welcoming.
Also - the least chaotic time is early afternoon either just before or just after the lunch rush. With most things as the day progresses more and more weirdos come out to play
… Italian Anna top floor 3 Lisle Street - Saturdays and Tuesday she is excellent friendly, and top quality service.
3 Lisle street is also a total dive with old school porn mags scattered around and dodgey page 3 posters on the walls for that dirty feeling. fucking classic
It does happen, tantraman, but usually the 'rejected' girl is okay about it as it happens all the time. You can sugar the pill a little by saying, i was really looking for a much larger girl, a brunette (if blonde) or similar. At 8 Greek Street they have the names on the bells and the names are just inside the door at 34 Romilly and one or two other places. Useful if you've looked through the Soho walk-up thread and have some intel already on those names.
... all of which lead me to brave the Soho streets on a dark and wet Friday evening ...
Links:There are of course no links, but I note these below, again for ease of my own future reference …
External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyThe Soho Walk-Up ThreadLogistics:There are of course no logistics, other than steeling up your full balls and walking-up!
Location:At the end of the 17th century, Edward Wardour, who developed this edge of Soho, leased a plot to the chap who laid his paving slabs, one Thomas Green. Green built a row of houses on his land, and this road thus became known as Green’s Court. I presume he’d turn in his grave if he knew that 1 and 2 Green’s Court had become notorious walk-ups!
Having walked passed other walk-ups in the area, and as per markmamailrk20’s recommendation, these Green’s Court walk-ups would seem to be the most discreet. It’s a narrow throughfare with little footfall, so I was able to dart up the warmly lit 'Models' stairwell of 1 Green’s Court with no-one noticing (not that anyone would’ve given a fuck).
1 Green’s Court has two flats … lower and upper … I didn't get passed the lower flat. Through the front door, there was a pokey pre-room with a sofa before which were TV screens … one blaring some ITV Crap and the other with security footage … a kindly-looking maid chilled on the sofa with a cuppa. Beyond that pre-room was the bedroom, alas no “balls to the wall filth” décor, but ordinary and fit-for-purpose … I wasn’t in there and in Tina long enough to notice much more!
Looks:Tina was a cute BBW … a juicy Size 14 and a stout 5’4” … with humongous hooters, which were what hooked me; fleshy funbags that almost hung down to her navel. Facially, she was GND … at least enough to arouse. I didn't get a real look at her butt, ‘cos I only paid for a quick fuck, which meant straight into mish and her puffy pussy.
Tina could be in her late 20s, I guess; not much older. She said she was Turkish, but who knows? Her English was excellent, and indeed her accent was that on a Londoner … all together making for a personable lass with whom it was easy to banter over the 10mins or so of our meet.
Services:After my breathless leaps up that open stairwell of 1 Green’s Court (I wasn’t breathless because of any exertion, but it was no doubt due to the adrenaline of braving my first walk-up sexperience), I knocked on the first door, which happened to be the Lower Flat. Tina opened the door, wearing a cream negligee, barely able to contain her tits. Aside from her smiley welcome, I was already hooked by her tits, thinking ‘Those’ll do nicely’ … plus I admit I just wanted to quickly get hidden indoors somewhere! So, following her in, she introduced me to her maid, who smiled at me and called me ‘Love’ … and we then carried on through into the bedroom.
Catching my breath, I admitted that this was my first walk-up … not sure if Tina believed that, but she anyway pointed me to the handwritten ‘Menu’ on the wall. The cheapest and quickest option was ‘Sex’ for £30 … and as I felt a sudden need to be in-and-out, that’s what I chose. Cash handed-over (inc. the two pound coins that I had saved for the customary tip to the maid), there was no more preamble or indeed any foreplay … Tina slipped out of her negliee and pulled down her panties, as her knockers knocked her knees! I too quickly undressed, while Tina lay back on the bed, legs akimbo, and reached for a rubber … I knelt between her splayed thighs, and she deftly rolled the condom down my semi-erection … then, lubing herself up, she guided me in.
Tina wasn’t particular tight, but there was enough coital friction for my rod to engorge and get ramming. As I pumped away, I asked Tina if I could suck her nipples … she smiled her acquiescence, and I lapped ‘em up in concert with my pump-action. As I found her face close to mine, I tentatively leaned in to kiss and was met with her cheek … and thus deferred to necking. Feeling my sap soon rising, I asked to lift her hefty legs up and over my shoulders, so I could pound her to a finish from an upright position … Tina agreed, reassured of an end; and indeed I shortly finished in the bag.
Job done by both parties … Tina left me to dress up, while she said she was stepping out to shower (wherever that was). Within minutes, I was back in the pre-room with the maid, and actually Tina was sitting with the maid … and was back in the same negligee, looking as presentable as when I'd met her (who knows, maybe she was gonna shower after I'd left). Anyway, 12mins done, and I darted out back on to Green’s Court, where thankfully I believe no-one had seen me cum and go.
Conclusion:I’m glad I’ve ticked off a Soho Walk-Up sexperience … but it’s a
Neutral for me … I don’t think I can blame Tina actually, but it’s the set-up that gave rise to too much angst and pressure for me to properly enjoy the actual punt. I suspect if I’d met Tina as an AW indie, this P&D would be rated higher.
Having said that, I do understand the convenience and excitement-of-the-unknown that cums by way of such Soho shenanigans … so, like Sean Connery, I can only but say ...
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