A couple of days ago I found myself unexpectedly in Leeds with a few hours to spare. I didn’t intend doing much except to have a wander around and take a coffee somewhere. Problem was a combination of the warm sun and the sight of scantily clad ladies doing their shopping set the pulse rate going and ignited the desire for some fun. With the decline of walk-in parlours options are now a bit limited and given the lack of notice about going there, I didn’t have time to organise anything beforehand so was a bit stumped until I remembered the Chayada Thai Spa. Unlike the Orchid, which requires appointments, it is possible to just walk off the street with that one. I was a bit apprehensive as I have been a few times and to be honest have had poor experiences, but given a choice between that and nothing, Chayada it had to be. For those unfamiliar with the place it is on Harrison Street just off vicar Lane, which is home to the Orchid.
So off I marched and boldly strode in. Sitting at reception were two girls, one pretty one and one, well not quite as pretty, a bit chubby actually, but pleasant nevertheless. I think the pretty one was just the receptionist sadly so I had the other who, given a choice, I wouldn’t have picked but there we go. She lead me to a room which this time was upstairs. On previous occasions I was taken to one just off the reception area. When I entered to my surprise I noticed that there was no shower. Now given that the weather was warm and I had been walking around I really could have done with freshening up but alas no. I was told that I could use one after. Given the girl and the lack of shower I thought here we go again another bad experience coming up but thankfully I was to be proved wrong.
After stripping off and laying on the futon the lady returned, made some small talk and then started the massage, and my, what a massage it was. She started by placing a towel over my back and worked her way up and down gently pressing with her fists and then elbows, checking with me all the time that it wasn’t painful. Next she gently lowered the towel and applied some oil, thankfully at room temperature, and started on my neck and shoulders. When she had finished she replaced the towel and worked her way down covering my back, buttocks and legs. At this point she asked my to spread my legs so that they were hanging over the sides of the foton and proceeded to massage my thighs and groin, slowly rubbing her fingers up and down to my crotch, wow, I’ve never experienced that before and the old boy was starting to get interested.
After about 20-25 minutes she asked me to turn over. Once again the towel was placed over me and she began on my arms before moving to my legs. Now I experienced something for the first time. Having massaged my legs in their normal position she asked me to bend them at the knees so that the heels almost touched my arse and then massaged my inner thighs running her hands right up to my balls. I am sure she must have seen the bulge in the towel as the old chap was now becoming seriously aroused. This technique was new to me and hell it was good. Next she moved to my chest, lowering the towel before applying some oil and off she went slowly moving down to my stomach with her little fingers getting nicely close to where I hoped she would finish. And I wasn’t disappointed. It was now that she whispered the words very welcome to my ears, ‘would you like anything else massaging?’ ‘No, thank you miss’ I apologetically replied. Like hell I did! Agreed on £30 and off she went. No rub and tug here but a wonderful massage that started with her using 2 fingers, gentle and soft then as I became as hard as the Gibraltar Rock she gradually strengthened her grip and increased the tempo until I exploded all over the place.
In all it cost me £70 for a damn good massage and expertly executed HE. Some might regard that as expensive but given previous experiences I have had that was really good.
I have given this a positive rating but should add that some things might change that for some. Possible negatives might be – lack of choice of lady, no shower in the room (I did get one at the end but had to walk downstairs and through reception to another room), the lady stayed clothed throughout (I made no attempt to tempt her to strip by flashing £20s in front of her as I determined beforehand not to spend no more than £70) and no touching (although I did rest my hand on her trouser-covered knee when she crouched next to me at the end).
I didn’t manage to get her name, she did introduce herself but I didn’t understand her and in all honesty the girls seem to change every day so there wasn’t much point anyway. If only all the girls massaged as well as her I would visit the place a bit more often but I fear this positive experience won’t be repeated again for a while.
