Originally Posted by
rossb3945
Alright guys, been a while but given the desolate wasteland this thread has become - Rossb3945 is back with an AR for your enjoyment.
ItÂ’s a nice sunny Monday morning in Belmont - IÂ’ve got an RDO, and have determined that I am well overdue for a punt.
I do some shopping at the Citi Centre, get $150 from the money printer, and make my way to Onedee Thai Massage on the Pacific Highway.
After ringing the bell, the door is unlocked and I am met with an approx. late 40Â’s asian lady, probably 5 foot short, and a cute smile. I approach the counter and ask for a 60 minute deep tissue massage, and pay the lady her $100.
Upon entering the room, she hangs around like a sore smell and I decide to start getting my gear off then and there. She sees no issue with this and only coincidentally leaves the room as i go to drop my dacks.
I am now situated on the bed, junk loose, and a towel concealing my pale ass. She returns, and initiates what can only be described as some delightful pain. She hits me with every combination of fingers and elbows as she gets deep into my back, and continues through my hammies and calves. Then like a fucking monkey, she is suddenly hanging from the ceiling and putting her full force into my lower back with her feet.
The massage continues in both agonising and relaxing ways, I am letting out some noises unfit for a man of my appearance and stature, and iÂ’m loving it.
Moving onto the flip, she yanks the towel and watches my fully stood cock flick up as I lay on my back ready for the second half.
Among some cock grabbing and giggling, and other conspicuous attempts at teasing, it seemed second course was a guarantee. She gave my thighs, hips and chest a good working and then asked the long awaited question - ‘handjob?’. I of course, obliged. However, it turns out my $150 that I withdrew earlier on the assumption of a $50 handy, was insufficient. A handjob comes at the cost of $70 here, and I am unprepared. She eventually agrees to the $50 and we are away.
The second course paled in comparison to the first, very hard and fast with no real finesse. During her travels she has obviously found an exact method of rubbing the back of the head of my penis, a location with nerve endings aplenty, that would tick the box of a handjob. This did not do it for me, and definitely wiped the smile off my face. I eventually blessed her with a disappointing load and was more than ready to get the fuck out.
All in all, I was pretty happy. The massage itself was worth the money and some, so a subpar clothed handjob is not something that I will let take away from the experience or the reputation of this fine establishment. IÂ’m sure that on a different day with a different lady, assuming training and competency is consistent among MLÂ’s, you could have a very memorable two course meal.
