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External Link/Members OnlyThis happened early in May. As with previous reviewers, I can assure you, dear reader, that the positive ratings are spot on.
Punting opportunities are rare for me these days for various reasons, but on this occasion I knew well in advance that my partner would be otherwise engaged on a certain day so I contacted Lucy by text a few days before to enquire about her availability. I received a warm welcoming text and after a little text ping pong we settled on an hour's appointment on the agreed day and she gave me the postcode. I made a booking on AW for an hour. At this stage I didn't discuss extras.
On the day in question I confirmed that I was still coming, about 30 minutes before and received more detailed directions, address and flat number. I parked outside her building and found my way to her door on the first floor.
After the magic door opened Lucy was standing, dressed, smiling in welcome and we said our hellos. I was very pleased by her appearance and attitude. She's fuller figured than her photos suggest, which look like a size 8 but she's a size 10 I'd say. Mid 30s? Pretty face, curly hair tied back, no makeup as far as I could tell, well-proportioned figure, breasts D or DD cup naturals. Good English, obviously handles bookings herself. She reminded me of a young Nadia Sawalha.
I handed over an envelope with my contribution and she asked me how much was in it and I answered 150 quid to include OWO and kissing. All good.
Lucy asked me if I'd had a sensual massage before and brain-dead me said something about having had a wide variety of massages instead of saying yes. She asked me to lie face down on the futon. Not quite sure what the point of the mirror at the head end was because I couldn't see much past the reflection of my head and raising my head to try to have a good gawp was uncomfortable.
Music track, ambient style started and so did the massage. She understandably has a standard routine/act that she goes through, starting on the toes of my right leg, worked her way slowly up with sensual strokes to my butt and from there down the left leg, with the addition of warmed lotion (water-based, not oil, as far I could tell). No C.C. sweeps.
Then she sat astride the tops of my thighs and there followed sensual kisses up my back, use of her breasts and nipples and forearms on my back, squeezes of me with her thighs, body slides and rubs of what felt like a stubbly pussy on my buttocks. Most men would be very turned on by now, but I've been around the block so many times, plus a bad back, that the sensual stuff when I'm on my front, with no visuals, does little for me.
After the turn she lay on me and we kissed while she fondled me to hardness, and this was where the action went up a notch. There was a combination of sensual massage, occasionally stopping to add warmed lotion, and good depth OWO alternating with open-mouth kissing. I don't like loads of tongue and I would say our kissing styles were well-matched. It really felt like being with a girlfriend whose kisses I was hungry for rather than a complete stranger.
At some point after the turn she did this thing that most guys would love, which was that she leant back, squirted lotion over her breasts while looking at herself in the mirror, like she was getting off on it, and this was obviously in preparation for a bit of tit job work. It was admmittedly a magnificent sight but something that a stripper would do as opposed to a GFE and struck a bit of a false performative note.
The alternate kissing and BJ was sublime. My back problems mean that it can be hard to get across the finishing line but I knew there'd be no problem when she whispered to me, in the words of the late, grest Neil Sedaka, that "This will be our last song together."
She sucked me until I warned her that I was going to cum, and she stayed down there and finished me off by hand. Next time (and there will be one), I'll ask her to kiss me while she's finishing me by hand.A plus side of my back injury is that when I come now, I have multiple orgasms with no heightened sensitivity so I can carry on for some time until I feel it's only polite to stop.
Lucy gave me some tissues to clean myself up and asked if I'd like a shower. I said I'd have one at home. I dressed and we started our goodbyes. Like a very good service provider she asked me what was my favourite part of the massage and like a brain-dead idiot I told her that her body weight on my back felt great. Idiot! The kissing and the B.J. were the best. She told me I was a good kisser.
Sorry to go on at length but now you know what to expect. Would I return? Hell yeah! In spite of it being a one-way experience, it was one of the best experiences I've had with a service provider and was 150 pounds very well spent.
