External Link/Members OnlyMy body isn’t what it was. I used to be a lot more robust, however lockdown and lifestyle and work changes in the past few years means my ability to withstand physical impacts is nowhere near what it was. So, after a week of fairly testing activity at work I was ready for some relief.
I had failed to arrange a punt with a previously reviewed SP and there was some money burning a hole in my pocket.
I rang Balance, which was the most local shop to where I had finished work and got a male voice telling me that yes, I could have an appointment in short order, so I made my way there.
It was my first visit, a door bell ring and a short lady of Chinese extraction answered and ushered me inside. “Appointment Lily?” she asked. I said that I had booked on the phone but not been given a name. “Appointment Lily?” was the response to this detail. I thought that this could repeat for a long time.
A second lady appeared, older and more cuboid. She smiled. “Appointment Lily?” she asked. Hmmm…
I was then shown a phone, this contained two telephone numbers, presumably detailing from the bloke as to who would be arriving. I was asked to identify which number was mine. I’ve got a new punting sim so I was fucked if I knew. I picked the one number. She nodded and I was shown into a room by the older, more cuboid lady, quoted 40 for the hour and I started to undress.
She turned off much of the light in the room and it made it much less stark as a result. The room otherwise was quite stark. Practical would be the most forgiving description.
The lady in my room slapped my arse as soon as I removed my boxers. A little forward, certainly no question of the WSWS here. I was hurried onto the table and there then followed the worst massage I have ever experienced. Considering it was the therapeutic aspects that were my primary reasons to visiting this wasn’t going to do me much good.
Long but superficial strokes of my back, some strange superficial kneading and pinching. I was considering just getting up and cutting my losses. If I wasn’t quite so battered by the week I would have done, but I was frankly just too tired to make any effort and just hoped for better.
Then there was some movement outside. I heard the outside door open and an exchange of voices. The older, more cuboid lady left the room presumably to see if her “Appointment Lily?” would be more successful. She returned to the room and detailed that her sister would be taking over the massage.
The sister, who I later learned was called Linda, then proceeded to pummel me, roll me, stretch me and knead me all over. She was not necessarily the most technically proficient masseur I had experienced but she was at this point the most welcome.
Undoubtedly it was better because of the contrast of what had occurred immediately before so, as ever, YMMV.
On turn over I was actually about to see her for the first time. And she was nicely tidy, slim but padded, long hair in a pony tail. She looked sweet, very pleasant. Offered B2B for 40 and a BJ for a further 20. Again, I was too tired, and now too bruised to negotiate. She knew how to upsell.
The B2B was good. Full length of her body was used, her smallish tits still were able to nicely frame my cock. I allowed my fingertips to wander over her back and she made appreciative noises. After an extensive cleaning of my pubic area with wetwipes she showered the area with kisses. When she moved under my balls to lick me there, I took over myself on the manual stimulation. I have no doubt that she would have sucked me off but it’s one of life’s great and rare pleasures having your perineum licked and I wanted to take advantage.
She cleaned me up, returned to pummelling me some more and then asked if I wanted round two. I declined. I don’t know what the finances would have been asked for, but I didn’t need to find out. I was ready to go home.
I don’t know how frail and decrepit I presented but she then proceeded to dress me. It wasn’t necessary and in fact it made me a little uneasy, but I am sure some would enjoy the experience.
Let out, back in the car and off home. The day after I was still feeling bruised, whether this was from the direct contact or the after effects of work I wouldn’t like to say.
Would I return? Possibly. I have a better option when it comes to the massage quality so maybe not. But as a fall back…yeah sure. Especially with the licking under the
balls. Mmmmm…
Post script…checked my new number this morning. I was wrong.
