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After trying for a massage in Pendlebury and getting radio silence, thought I'd try this place I last visited over 3 years ago.
Comms : Fair, texted and replied several minutes later.
Location : Collyhurst. I rest my case m'lud. A place even Gazans would think twice about visiting. The shop was in a short row of others. Busy 4 lane road at the front but at least traffic is travelling at speed and couldn't be arsed bothering what I was up to. Parked on a nearby street next to a scrap merchant. As safe as I could find. FYI, If a street urchin offers to 'mind' your car, don't waste your money unless they're packing automatic weapons.
Visit : Rang the bell. And waited.....and waited. Dunno if it was working but finally knocked hard on the door before it was answered. Turned out the lady was Callie. She took me through the waiting area, where there was a couch, and into a room with a massage table, hand sink and a chair. That was it. In fact the room was only slightly more salubrious than Collyhurst. Just like my failed massage earlier this year to Jasmine Massage in Stockport, the room was made of plywood. Classy. Not.
Anyway Callie was very quiet and anonymously fussed about whilst I stripped off. She was quite plain looking (plain is sadly a word much mis-interpreted). In this case I mean ordinary though she had a nice smile and was reserved. Guess she was mid 30s, size 8 at the most, 5'5", dark brown hair in 2 loosely tied pigtails. She did not look very Chinese in fact more Mediterranean or Middle Eastern though she spoke Mandarin. Her clothing choice did nothing to help - a dress that looked like it was from an 1890s jumble sale though just below knee length plus sock and mules. Not very encouraging but Roger is not a shallow chap and looks a bit deeper than this. Personality is the most important and Callie seemed a nice lady though her English was almost non existent and what she did speak was in whispers. Thank goodness for Google translate.
On to the table I hop (flop) and Callie covers me with a towel and carries out some nondescript prodding. After 5 minutes the towel comes off and then the massage starts properly. A little bit of oil and then the treatment starts. Though working at this joint using the word "treatment" may be flattering but she did an excellent job. Though I hadn't specified, she was giving what I would consider to be medium+ pressure. Upper, lower back and bum all done very well. Same goes for the legs though no significant brushes or reach unders. I was genuinely impressed as I bet there's precious little attention given to this side in this type of operation. Credit to Callie, she gave a thorough and comprehensive massage. Something else that impressed me, small though it was, she tore off a couple of lengths of tissue paper and laid them on my back. She then massaged through the paper which soaked up any oily residue. Good idea.
So with 20 minutes left it's turnover time and Callie gives me a pillow asking what I would like and how much. All this was done in hushed tones as plywood is not known for it's sound deadening qualities. We agree on £40 for B2B. So off comes her dress, her un-flattering sports bra, unimpressive knickers and her frumpy footwear. Don't panic, Roger is still an optimist...
Now Callie is just to my taste, slim, nice bottom, small breasts though lovely rounded globes with small nipples and a flat tummy. I look down and she has quite an impressive lady garden.... again to my taste as it happens. So impressive it was in fact I was a little concerned Davy Crockett might brave Collyhurst in order to bag this beaver. In addition her armpits were quite furry which I've only ever encountered once previously.
On top she climbs and rubs herself against me. I reach around her bottom and gently rub her Brillo pad. After a few minutes of my undivided attention I was disappointed that I had not worked any 'magic' on her. So at this point I reach underneath as she straddles my stomach to try to rub her fanny again but from the front. Immediately as I do my thumb is met by a warm envelope of wetness. Quite a lot of wetness in fact whilst she now embraced me. After a few minutes of further stimulation I indicated for her to lie on the table. I went down on her lovely thatch licking her bean to and fro for several minutes then lifting her bum to rim her. Hair or not Callie was impecabably clean. Though she didn't make a noise (the walls I guess) she spread her legs and cheeks to give me more access. The wetness before was now replaced by a soaking fanny, I had a real 'otter's pocket' on my hands. Because she was obviously turned on so was I of course. I asked for sex (I'd come equipped) but she just smiled, shook her head and hugged me. I think that made it worse. I asked (no, begged her) a few times (nicely) so worked up I was but each time she just hugged me lovingly.
With time running out Callie got off the table and stated to slowly wank me off. As she lent over me I noticed her once unremarkable nipples were now fully extended. I reached back between her legs to finger her wetness. Did not take long as I shot my load, further than when I was 17..... in fact it was last seen heading towards the city centre.
Callie then attentively cleans me (and herself) up. A goodbye squeeze, hug and request for me to go back and out after 65 minutes. No time for a head massage but fuck it, I just took out the Betham Tower with my orgasm! Wasn't sure if I should tip off the Environment Agency as it was getting very sloshy in the room and the good citizens of Collyhust deserve fair warning of any flood alert.
Summary : Lovely girl, though a bit shy, turned out to be a pocket rocket in the end. Makes me wonder if she comes from a rural area with her lack of attention to her clothes and all that hair though I'm not complaining.
