As a lurker but long term punter this thread has drawn me out due to the memory it raises in my mind from my early punting days.
I started punting during 1997 at the age of 18 in Brighton, my early punting was the half hour kind where you go looking at the cards in the phone box or flick through the Friday add then going to one of the walk up parlours. The usual practice was the maid to let you in take you to a room before a small number of girls would come in one by one and introduce themselves before the maid would come back and ask which girl you had chosen. It was rather hap-hazard in comparison to my modern punting where I go to the internet and pick out a girl from an agency or adultwork but I must admit the mystery would I get lucky nature of that kind of punting is a turn on to this day and something I rather miss in many ways.
During that early period (about 20ish) there was an ebony girl I saw on at least on four occasions which was highly unusual for me at the time, I should point out when I say "Girl" I would actually say more early thirties but she was highly athletic, not an ounce of fat on her body a good conversation and simply amazing when it came to how she performed. Apparently she was a nurse who had decided to supplement her income. She was always cheerful, pleased to see me and I would say to this day her full body massage is probably the best I have ever had. Certainly she taught me a few things when it came to sex...
So all good then you would think? Well one day I decided to go have a punt and for whatever reason I wanted a change, I phoned the parlour to see what girls they had in. The ebony girl was there but they told me there was a "new 18 year old blonde" in (how many times have I heard that from a maid chuckle), so off I went to the parlour and the maid went through the routine, in came the girls including the ebony one who was all friendly and smiles then next came the "new girl" who just didn't appeal at all to me (so much for new 18 year old blonde). So when the maid came back I politely said that no girl particularly took my interest that day and I was going to go. Considering I was a regular I didn't think that would be any particular issue, the maid stated that was a shame but said she was available as well. I again politely declined (she was north of forty which at the time didn't appeal
) anyhow I started to make my way to the door when the ebony girl stormed out of the living room in a dressing gown swearing at me and being held back by the other rather bemused girl. She ranted about how ffin bad I was and a time waster and how I should ffin get out and never come back...
I mumbled something and got out of the door as fast as I could
These days I take it as one of life's punting experiences, the thing is that chapter in my punting life was coming to an end as the internet started to affect the nature of how I punted. Not long after I moved to the Midlands for a new job that required me to travel and spend hotel time in London every month. The hotel the company put me up in was in Bayswater and I very soon learned that:
a) Punts should be at least an hour
b) Why people say "Only Oriental" - sigh considering the Thai draught we are currently suffering
As for now? well I had to move to Inverness last year for another job so now I am having to learn:
a) The punt will cost me more money
b) For less service
c) With an average girl
d) If there is any girl available that particular day at all
e) So Mrs Hand and her five lovely daughters often have to stand in
f) That is if St Nicola her SNP cohorts and 3rd wave feminist friends don't ban punting and masturbation altogether soon
Thanks for launching a thread that allows me to reminisce of happier punting days for my first post!
