Being fairly new to York I had scoured UKP and knew there were scarce pickings. I took a gamble and called into the Thai House on spec. without calling ahead.
External Link/Members OnlyI had the horn and my cock was firmly in charge. The worst that could happen is that I’d be relieved of a substantial amount of coin, get a crap massage, and walk out feeling cheated and depressed and wondering why I had embarked on such a risk strategy.
I stood outside the door and rang the bell, with a hand-written, “Thai” sticker on it. What came out of the speaker in answer to the ring was unintelligible. I nearly walked but heard footsteps and the door was opened for me to walk in. Behind the door was a Thai girl in her early thirties and fairly attractive, bare legged and in a green tunic. I followed her upstairs into a room with a high receptionist’s type desk and she asked me how long I wanted. I asked for an hour and she said, £50. I handed over the notes, and she led the way to large room, carrying a mini-Bluetooth speaker.
The room was large and clean with a substantial joiner made massage table – no fear of that collapsing then even under my weight! I stripped and climbed naked onto the bed as she disappeared to stash the cash.
She returned started the massage with some warm oil. She was warm, friendly and chatty, even though her English wasn’t the best and I quite took to her, asking her name, to which she answered, Rosie.
The massage was quite good and semi-professional. I was enjoying it as her hand accidently touched my balls after around 25 minutes. I relaxed and waited for the hoped-for words, “you want extras”
She couldn’t make herself understood, but she managed to get across that HE was £50. I think she wanted £100 to go further. I always like the girl naked, even though it’s usually more costly when getting a massage than an escort meet, who strips off as part of the time together. She was confused as to what I wanted, but I told her to take her tunic off. After a short negotiation in which neither side understood the other, I got up and counted out £90. She explained she wanted to keep her knickers on, but I said, take them off and she obediently stripped naked. Her body was in good shape, and she had a wonderful pair of well-done bolt-on’s, I think, if they were they were very well done. She was shaven, which was a bonus.
Rosie climbed on the bed and sat between my thighs and started to wank my rock-hard cock. After a few minutes I told her to stand next to me and she moved happily so I could feel her tits and slip my hand between her legs. After a few gently strokes her pussy lips opened and she was wet. Unfortunately, I didn’t last much longer and came in her hand. I looked at my watch, and she offered a relaxing head massage until my hour was up.
Verdict- expensive, but I enjoyed my time with her and would go back. On reflection, I wondered if she would go further than a naked massage.
