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Thought I'd try outside Manchester for a change so I packed sandwiches, a flask and a bag of hopeless optimism and off I set...
Comms : Prompt and clear by text a few hours before.
Location : Nicely appointed shop on a quiet road 1 minutes walk from a free car park.
Visit : Let in after a few moments and offered a seat whilst whichever customer(s) were finished off, ahem.... so to speak. The shop seemed pleasantly decorated and furnished. Got chance to meet the legendary French bulldogs who regarded me with a mixture of boredom and contempt as one might with a person unable to manage a wank by themselves. After a few minutes my masseuse came to part me from my new best buds and into the room we went. Room was small and clean though there was enough room around the table.
Unfortunately I didn't get the name of the lady but she was certainly well into her 50s not a problem for me particularly as she had a nice happy face and, as it turned out, a sense of fun. She was very tiny, no more than 5' and maybe a size 6 (no more than an 8) in fact I felt like she needed taking out for a damn good feed. Hair was dark and tied back in a pony. Oddly she was wearing short shorts and a sleeveless blouse which didn't really suit her matchstick legs and more mature years to put it diplomatically.
£45 taken for the hour, off with my kit, on the the music and Roger bites the pillow. So starts with bending and folding my legs as the Thais like to do - they must believe it's a good precursor for emptying your wallet - toes got cracked too accompanied by much giggling. Legs done individually making sure my sack got a quick fondle every time she got to the top of my thigh in case I was so dopey I couldn't be trusted to remember to add the extras. Pressure was the decent medium I tend to prefer and she was sparing with the oil which I also like. Continued with upper back and a nice neck massage. Then arms done which I usually think is a waste but did enjoy it including her wrestling with each one whilst twisting my body with more giggling then naturally my fingers also had to be cracked... hilarious I'm sure.
So with about 20 minutes left she asks me about extras. B2B? £150 she says. Huh?! Shurley shome mishtake? What The Fuck! Is Mariah Carey coming in to take over? Anyway as I quite liked my little Dick Turpin lady I threw a figure of £80 back at her which I would normally have laughed at. At this point she says she will have to go and ask and leaves the room. Again WTF!! I'm not buying a used car from a theatrical salesman. After 3 or 4 minutes (I kid you not) she returns to agree (and they'll even throw in a new set of car mats). Money handed over.
So off come her kit, get the feeling she's proud of her bolt-ons as she insisted I take her bra off. Though her tits were well proportioned they did look like a couple of flesh coloured pudding basins. Tum was flat in accordance with her waif like figure. She climbs on and I get the usual mutual nip kissing and dry humping. Then gets off a starts tossing me off, after a few minutes of this she climbs back on the table and sits at the top of my thighs and continues the wank. As things hadn't moved on she slid against my cock wriggling back and forth finally progressing to clamping my dick with her fanny and bringing me off. Oh dear, what a mess. The usual clean-up and pleasantries followed.
Said my goodbyes (not least to my cash) including my new canine chums who looked singularly unimpressed at another mug getting rinsed by their mistress but at least they'll be getting a T bone each tonight.
Summary : Actually enjoyed the visit, it was fun in spite of the pantomime with the fee. As I have said several times on here Thai massage pricing is on a different planet. Still it was a bit different, as was the check-up last week.
