Escapades at Four Seasons - Indooroopilly
I trust this post find all you fine gentlemen well. I would like to share my experience at Four Seasons at Indooroopilly if I may.
I had already indulged in in the services of a mistress of the erotic arts earlier in the week and so wasn't planning on having another. But one terrible week at work tends to change ones mind and so I decided to indulge again. This time at Four Seasons Indooroopilly as it seems to get favourable reviews here.
Upon my arrival there was a young man, couldn't have been more than fifteen, sitting across the hall from the door. This was off-putting somewhat. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a Thai woman who's name I never got sadly. I advised I wanted an hour and money was exchanged. It was a most humid day and my work clothes don't breath terribly well so I asked if they had a shower I could use and they obliged. Whilst returning to my room I walked past another room with the door open and I see, what could be another masseuse, sleeping on the massage table. Not off-putting but do please close the door. I enter my room and get myself ready. The same Thai woman enters the room and asks if I'd like a hard, medium or soft massage? "Hard please" I reply and she gets to work. This was possibly the best massage I've had from a place like this. The cherry-on-top was my back cracking when she applied the whole weight of her person on it. I let out a sigh of relief to which the Thai masseuse says "Quiet, people might think we're up to something" with a hint of cheek in her voice. This woman put a lot of effort into her massage and it felt most relaxing and would also gently graze my gentleman's vegetables whilst massaging my thighs.
When it was time for the so-called flip, she asked what I'd like and opted or the complete package to which she advises $300. Now. Some of you may be thinking this is a bit much, and normally I'd agree. But what I've not yet told you is that this Thai woman had a figure that should be the blue print for the human female form. She was absolutely stunning. Curves in the correct places, her ample endowments we au-naturale so far as I could tell and her posterior was perfect for lack of a better word. Money changed hands and she disrobed quite suggestively. To reveal that her form was even better than the tight skirt she was wearing would imply. She begins with an uncovered fellatio which took me by surprise, in this she was very skilled. I assume it was because I had a shower on my arrival. She tended to my erogenous areas when asked to, and when it was time for the deed my train was already 80% at the station. Once done she gives a pecking kiss on my cheek, dismounts and cleans me off. In our post coital small talk she reveals she's only twenty-five which would normally be too young for me, but she carried herself with such maturity I didn't really mind.
Would I come back though? The answer is no. The young man sitting across the hall and the masseuse sleeping in the room with the door open were off-putting first impressions. Which is sad because the massage and the woman were both very good.
