Vaders Fist
24-08-2014, 02:28 AM
Hi Bros,
After reading many great reviews on Bamboo massage I thought I'd give the shop a try for the first time.
Entrance from George St is very discrete, you could be walking into an office building, so there are no worries about being seen lurking outside a shop waiting for the pedestrian traffic to walk by! In the foyer however is a little disconcerting when you see yourself waiting at the lift on the CCVTV, I wonder where that's being recorded? Anyway, catch the lift to the second floor and find my way around the hallway to Bamboo.
Initial impressions are good, looks like a professional shop, fits in well with the other offices on the floor. Walk inside to find the reception desk, the girl behind the counter asks if I want a massage (gee, I don't know why else I'd be in there!) I say yes and she leads me to a room. At this stage the girl at reception is wearing a blue sailor type outfit, very short skirt and I see the long legs disappearing up underneath the skirt. Very nice. Into the room, and I establish that this is the girl who will be doing the massage and her name is Angela. I pay the hour rate ($60) and ask if I can pay for extras at the same time which Angela tells me will be $50 for her to be nude and HJ. I ask if body slide is included and she says yes. Part with the cash, get undressed and onto the table.
The massage starts well with Angela starting at my feet and climbing all the way up my body to be straddling my back. Clothes are still on at this stage. She climbs down and massage takes on a standard type rub down with a little extra attention paid to the buttocks. Conversations about trips to Thailand etc are had. I notice that she is using a LOT of oil. Eventually she comes around the head of the table to do the shoulders. My hands wander up the legs and under the skirt for a feel of her bum. Very nice, very smooth legs. Eventually she moves around and starts to give the legs a rub concentrating on the upper area with a lot of light brushing and touching of the nut sack. Feels great.
Things start to go downhill for there. The session gets interrupted by a knock at the door which sees Angela leave the room, then come back in to get something for her bag, then leave again. By the time she came back the mood had definitely been broken. Whilst she is saying, "one minute sir, one minute", I must say that I was unimpressed.
Massage starts back up again with yet more oil applied. A bit more rubbing of the sack before getting asked to turn over. Unfortunately I've lost the mood by this stage and it would be the first time that I've flipped and not been hard. Angela takes clothes off but leave panties on, don't know how this qualifies as nude? Angela goes straight to work on the family jewels. Technique is gentle but just in case there wasn't already enough, more oil is applied. By this stage there is so much oil that I'm having trouble feeling anything.
To her credit, Angela caresses with both hands and give the old fella a good work over. I'm feeling something happening through the oil and think that I might be on the way to my happy ending when I hear the punter in the next room moaning loudly as he was reaching the end of his massage. Listening to another bloke getting off does nothing for me and any progress made is once again lost. Angela then starts tugging and squeezing, conversation stops altogether, I look up at her and she's staring into space, obviously hoping that he ending will come soon. Just to try and help,this happen, Angela applies even more oil. By this stage I am no longer feeling anything and am wondering how I'm going to get all this oil off me. The mood has gone and despite her continued efforts at giving a very mechanical hand job I just can't get over the line. I'm wondering where the body slide that I thought I'd paid for was but in the end I tell her that she can stop. She immediately outs her clothes back on.
A bit of a hot towel rubbed over some parts but there's no way that little square of cloth is soaking up the equivalent math of oil to the Exxon Valdez oil spill. She tells me that I can get dressed so I ask if I can use the the shower. Thank God they have one! A quick shower and I'm back in the room, dressed and heading out. Say a goodbye to Angeka in the au out who has now put on even more clothes than she started with... I politely tell her that I had a good time and leave.
I have mixed feelings about the session, on one hand plenty of play early on had me thinking I was on the way to a fantastic session however the enormous amount of oil combined with a mechanical effort on the ML part and the interruption just killed the mood. There was no body slide and the panties never came off, which I thought might have been a good idea once it was obvious that getting over the line was not going to be easy! Nothing sensual or playful, I'm afraid it was just a basic, generic type massage that you could get in any other shop from an average performing ML. Nothing special at all that would set this ML or shop apart from any other. A real shame. Would I return? I'd have to say no.
At least the bloke in the other room sounded like he had a good time so I guess YMMV.
After reading many great reviews on Bamboo massage I thought I'd give the shop a try for the first time.
Entrance from George St is very discrete, you could be walking into an office building, so there are no worries about being seen lurking outside a shop waiting for the pedestrian traffic to walk by! In the foyer however is a little disconcerting when you see yourself waiting at the lift on the CCVTV, I wonder where that's being recorded? Anyway, catch the lift to the second floor and find my way around the hallway to Bamboo.
Initial impressions are good, looks like a professional shop, fits in well with the other offices on the floor. Walk inside to find the reception desk, the girl behind the counter asks if I want a massage (gee, I don't know why else I'd be in there!) I say yes and she leads me to a room. At this stage the girl at reception is wearing a blue sailor type outfit, very short skirt and I see the long legs disappearing up underneath the skirt. Very nice. Into the room, and I establish that this is the girl who will be doing the massage and her name is Angela. I pay the hour rate ($60) and ask if I can pay for extras at the same time which Angela tells me will be $50 for her to be nude and HJ. I ask if body slide is included and she says yes. Part with the cash, get undressed and onto the table.
The massage starts well with Angela starting at my feet and climbing all the way up my body to be straddling my back. Clothes are still on at this stage. She climbs down and massage takes on a standard type rub down with a little extra attention paid to the buttocks. Conversations about trips to Thailand etc are had. I notice that she is using a LOT of oil. Eventually she comes around the head of the table to do the shoulders. My hands wander up the legs and under the skirt for a feel of her bum. Very nice, very smooth legs. Eventually she moves around and starts to give the legs a rub concentrating on the upper area with a lot of light brushing and touching of the nut sack. Feels great.
Things start to go downhill for there. The session gets interrupted by a knock at the door which sees Angela leave the room, then come back in to get something for her bag, then leave again. By the time she came back the mood had definitely been broken. Whilst she is saying, "one minute sir, one minute", I must say that I was unimpressed.
Massage starts back up again with yet more oil applied. A bit more rubbing of the sack before getting asked to turn over. Unfortunately I've lost the mood by this stage and it would be the first time that I've flipped and not been hard. Angela takes clothes off but leave panties on, don't know how this qualifies as nude? Angela goes straight to work on the family jewels. Technique is gentle but just in case there wasn't already enough, more oil is applied. By this stage there is so much oil that I'm having trouble feeling anything.
To her credit, Angela caresses with both hands and give the old fella a good work over. I'm feeling something happening through the oil and think that I might be on the way to my happy ending when I hear the punter in the next room moaning loudly as he was reaching the end of his massage. Listening to another bloke getting off does nothing for me and any progress made is once again lost. Angela then starts tugging and squeezing, conversation stops altogether, I look up at her and she's staring into space, obviously hoping that he ending will come soon. Just to try and help,this happen, Angela applies even more oil. By this stage I am no longer feeling anything and am wondering how I'm going to get all this oil off me. The mood has gone and despite her continued efforts at giving a very mechanical hand job I just can't get over the line. I'm wondering where the body slide that I thought I'd paid for was but in the end I tell her that she can stop. She immediately outs her clothes back on.
A bit of a hot towel rubbed over some parts but there's no way that little square of cloth is soaking up the equivalent math of oil to the Exxon Valdez oil spill. She tells me that I can get dressed so I ask if I can use the the shower. Thank God they have one! A quick shower and I'm back in the room, dressed and heading out. Say a goodbye to Angeka in the au out who has now put on even more clothes than she started with... I politely tell her that I had a good time and leave.
I have mixed feelings about the session, on one hand plenty of play early on had me thinking I was on the way to a fantastic session however the enormous amount of oil combined with a mechanical effort on the ML part and the interruption just killed the mood. There was no body slide and the panties never came off, which I thought might have been a good idea once it was obvious that getting over the line was not going to be easy! Nothing sensual or playful, I'm afraid it was just a basic, generic type massage that you could get in any other shop from an average performing ML. Nothing special at all that would set this ML or shop apart from any other. A real shame. Would I return? I'd have to say no.
At least the bloke in the other room sounded like he had a good time so I guess YMMV.