External Link/Members OnlyAfter my interesting but expensive visit to Runcorn thought I'd head Westbound again this time to Warrington to a better value and well reviewed Chinese shop. So fuelled up the Rogermobile and headed down the '62 on full afterburners.
Comms : Prompt and clear a few hours before.
Location : At corner of a busy crossroads though the doorway allows a bit of cover. Parking on nearby streets. Be aware there is a school close by - I wouldn't be keen entering or leaving with children or parents around. I know there was some fuss locally about it's proximity in the past.
Visit : Rang the bell and let in promptly by Linda who I think was the only one in at the time. She took me through the shop front where there just seemed to be table and chairs. The room in the back was much more pleasant, clean and nicely lit with a proper table. Linda asked what I'd like, asked for B2B, offered £50 which was accepted and was taken along with £40 for the hour and I am left to undress.
After a couple of minutes Linda returns. She was around 5' 4" with long dark brown hair, nice face, probably around 30 and a slim size 8. Her English was ok but not enough for a proper conversation (stop rolling your eyes). She was wearing an above knee length dress and black tights.
Massage starts with a few minutes of firm pressing around back, bum and shoulders - not sure if she had any training but it did feel good. She then progressed with massage in the same areas this time my neck was included. Medium firm pressure, and again, no complaints from me. After about 10/15 minutes the doorbell goes so off she trots to answer it - some random spod deciding to enquire in person (FFS). So back to the massage.... she continues to do the same areas as before but she was alternating with elbow (not much though well targeted), forearm, knuckles, heel of her hands and fingers. I particularly liked her ploughing up and down my back using her knuckles then lightly dragging her nails behind.
25 mins in, doorbell again. FFS!! Another chancer rocks up interrupting my session - off she toddles to politely tell him when she's next free. At this point I was seriously considering if the bell went again I'll beat her to the door with my dangly bits on show to tell the fucker to text, walk-in or not, like I do. FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Roger is not amused.
Now, where where were we? Ah yes, the massage.... it continued with more of the same, done very well but my legs were largely neglected. Only about 5 minutes disappointedly was spent on my legs with not a single swipe or reach-under (this is why I think I prefer the WSWS scenario - it's all part of the sales pitch whereas here the deal has been done).
So with 20 minutes left, wiped down, turn over and admire Linda as she strips off. Though I said she was probably around 30, fortunately her bod hadn't been told and was still to celebrate it's 20th birthday. Lovely willowy body natural medium/small breasts with no sag, a beautiful slim waist with a taut flat tummy and nice round bum. What's not to like.... er, the doorbell?
Linda wipes my nethers and hands with some sanitary wipes. Then on the table she climbs, bit of sliding about then spends a few minutes astride my stomach dangling her delightful tits so I can get a good suck on her delicious nips. Of course as she's tactically ruled out access to her fanny but it didn't stop me giving her bum hole a cheeky finger. Next she works herself up and down against my cock. Finally she gets off the table to give me a lovely wank with plenty of attention to my sack and crack whist I explore her trimmed bush. We have sposhdown!
Clean up with a little conversation, she's a nice friendly girl. Then the doorbell again! Don't care now. Another one sent on his way (Try texting dipshit). At last I'm ready to leave (5 minutes to spare) and as she opens the door I almost fall over another speculative twat...who immediately avoids eye contact of course whilst my eyes blaze into him. Anyway I'm off, seeya!
Summary : Enjoyed the massage and the après massage also, lovely girl but think they need to ignore the door if they're in a session and leave the punters to work on their initiative and find another way to communicate. How about it fellas? Text or maybe next time a thunder faced Uncle Roger and his 'bits' may open the door on you.
