I was in Mansfield for two days and I felt the itch for a massage. But I wanted something a bit different to the usual routine.
So I texted Good For Life asking if a 4 Hand massage was available and what the price would be for an hour? It's the only place I know in the area with enough girls to make it a possibility. Surprisingly, instead of the normal 'you come now' reply that never answers your actual question - I got told £60 for 1hr.
Game on!
An hour later, I walked through the door to be greeted by a slim attractive Chinese woman. 5ft8 tall and probably about 40. But she had that type of face that makes it difficult to tell.. so give or take at least 5 years. (AKA - I've no bloody idea - I'm just guessing). She was wearing a normal dress and a standard issue care home cardigan.
Miss Cardigan led me upstairs and the miniature masseuse I'd seen before was already waiting. I was asked to confirm the length of the booking and I handed over £60.
Unusually, neither girl left the room to stash the cash. They both stood there watching while I stripped off and got onto the massage table. I guess none of us feel awkward undressing in front of strangers, but somehow this felt more like having an audience.
That's when something changed. There didn't seem to be a routine. None of the usual back rub, leg rub then brief arse tickle before asking if I wanted extras. Nope, Miss Cardigan kept saying how much she liked my arse and she went straight to work massaging it. Forget the leg rub... she was cracking on with my crack. Then I felt Snow Whites little helper reach under and start massaging my cock. After about five minutes, they seemed to remember that they ought to be rubbing other parts of me too. Although, throughout the massage, Miss Cardigan kept going back to the crack for another deep dive.
After a while, I got asked about B2B and we agreed on £40 for each of them.
Well fuck me! Miss Cardigan shoved a B cup with pointy nipples in my mouth and placed my hand between her legs. She really seemed to be enjoying getting finger blasted and didn't seem able to swap which nipple was in my mouth fast enough. The faster I tongue flicked her nipples, the harder she pressed down onto my hand. All the while, Porno-pygmy was wanking me, using my gonads as stress balls and endeavouring to check me for prostate cancer.... all at the same time. I was asked if I wanted a bag. Exactly the same phrase as you're asked at the Sainsburys checkout, but a very different meaning. Sandwich bag slid over my cock, Miss Cardigan carried on encouraging me to finger blast her to oblivion while her friend gave me a very good blowjob. I'm sure they meant to ask for extra, but they didn't.
Fuck me it was good.
After I finished and they cleaned me up, the massage carried on until the time was up. I got dressed and handed them £50 each. We'd agreed £40, but I'm considering a return VERY soon so a little tip should help and they didn't ask for extra for the oral.... which they always do.
Total - £140 for 1hr but paid £160. Massage. B2B. Oral.
This place can be so hit-n-miss. This time it was excellent.
