Ah, the very best of times, and the very worst too. Ads in newspapers, and cards in newsagents windows. Often 'Landline' phone numbers, as it was near the beginning of the 'mobile phone' age.
The worst? Arrive at a venue and not have an idea of the munter waiting - and then the small brain taking over. These days the deeper research (and the experience of 30 years) would mean that that wouldn't happen, or a 'walk away'
The best? 'Turning' a mobile masseuse to the 'naughty side', and then having many many months of *great* visits until she moved out of the area and it wasn't possible for her to travel to me.
She had a card in a local newsagent. She was known in the newsagent, as she lived really close to it. It said (can't remember the exact words) Massage Only - but as I enjoyed that anyway, and had some muscle pain from an older pysical injury, I called and 'booked'. Lovely lady, early 30's. Half-Caste, White English and Caribbean. UK born, with a UK approach to life. No 'Jamacian' time going on with her, a booked time was the time! Easy conversation, because there were no deep cultural differences. Just enough to make interesting conversation.
Great massage. Had done the usual 'simple' courses, and taken it further. I always felt *great* afterwards, and during the third 'massage' visit we were chatting away and she started to ask about other massuse visits (if any) and what happened. I slowly told her more, and she looked interested. She said 'I'm not doing anything after I finish with you - how about you show me a common 'routine' visit like that?'
I tried not to fall off the table (she used to bring a folding proper massage table with her)..... and (after she took a time in the shower) we did! :-)
And did, many more times. About every 3 weeks for 2 years....... BB too.... (well, it was those days and we were (apart from her hubby) exclusive). We talked about 'A', and she looked thoughtful. The next time she came she put a condom on the massage couch........
After about the 6th visit, she no longer brought the massage table into mine (unless I really did want a massage, as using it was allowed a far better massage than using the bed. In fact, using the floor for massage was better than the bed!) and we spent the whole hour (and often more, if she was 'free') in sexual activity.......
Usually charged, if I called her. A very few times she called me, as she was 'passing and didn't have a booking, so was I available for a visit?' These visits were not charged........ I remember well, one time, I saw her getting into her car (with her massage couch) and I pulled over and poked my head out of my car window. She looked at me, and said (in nearly an 'ordering' dominant manner, although she was naturally submissive) YOURS. NOW!! That was the absolute best of visits...............
Writing this has made me remember so many good times with her, and miss her!
It was *that* good!