International FR style (old habits die hard). For those with ADHD, easy enough, TL/DR. For the few others who might enjoy a good tale (or should that be tail?)
I will admit, I was wrong... about myself. Seems I did want to KNOW, to SEE FOR MYSELF. Pretty sad when you don't trust your own judgment. On the other hand, if you've been to base camp but the weather was not good for climbing, you just HAVE TO go back and try again to summit.Originally Posted by 11Bravo
I did. Yodel-ay-EEE-oooo.
This time, plan was to get there at 10:00, opening time. Walk up to the line of scrimmage, see the lineup, call a "play". Enough time to call an audible with a regular if I didn't like the looks...
Got there right on time, open sign lit. Up the stairs. Looked deserted, then a woman appeared. MIGHT have been the mamasan, but the summer dress with spaghetti straps said "Easy off, easy on", which proved to be prescient. Older, but nice looking, slim, nice rack. She asked me how long? "60 minutes please; where's the toilet?" (don't get old).
Lineup of 1. But sufficient for me; YMMV.
- that is a big shop
- the toilet is in the back, and
- we were alone.
On my return, into the room. And here's where things deviated from the norm, or at least my norm (Norm, not speaking for you). She ASKED ME what I wanted. Now I'm thinking "massage"? (hey, it was early), and perhaps seeing my slightly bemused look, she said something like "full service?" with a subtle but unmissable slight impression of Elvis's pelvis... I said "yes", then said "how much?" Which WASN'T stupid, UNLESS you were still in the mindset of "massage" and hadn't taken a glance at the price list at the top of the stairs. She replied $170 which took me aback for about 1/2 second, until I made the connection (or disconnection) from massage to "all in". Fine by me. She mentioned the golden word, Pay?, and even though she could easily outrun me, paid before. But at least I've learned over my years here. Unlike my very first SYD punt, I hadn't stripped yet, so didn't have to go look for my wallet.
Paid, stripped. And now another deviation. She asked me "order?". No, THAT "order", we'd already agreed on. This was which was the primo and which was the secundo. She suggested service FIRST, followed by massage, because after the service, I might be tired. Everywhere else, FOR ME, it's been the entree, then the desert. But she had a point. I'm old, but I can survive an "active" service. But because she didn't know me, she didn't have to guess how long the massage to allow enough time for the service. Most initially do a 30/30 minute split, adjusting either way on the 2nd visit. This way, there wouldn't need to be any "rush to finish". Yea, but... What gets left out is the glass of wine, aka TT, between the primo and the secondo. No need; you've had desert and the cream's gone.
She stripped, mature, but still YOUNGER than me (even dirt is), attractive body, decent face (especially without my reading glasses). Usual 1st time; the 'dom made an IMMEDIATE appearance, slipped on after a bit of handwork. CBJ. (IME, a number of regulars will switch to BBBJ before the dom for CFS). She's standing at the side of the table, deja vu from that FIRST punt, making like that toy ostrich sipping water or an oil derrick looking for oil. Unlike the first, she's attractive enough for, and allows, your fingers to do the walking. I amaze myself; she's so turned on by my mere presence, she's dripping wet (yea, dream on, boys).
And here comes (NO, NOT ME, that's another thread floating around here) the unfortunate not unusual problem: 1 server in the shop, an arriving customer when another is in the oven. She apologizes, slips on the summer dress over her nude body (experience boys, experience), and out she goes, leaving me becalmed. Bit of discussion, some more discussion, some more... She returns, he's still in the shop, talking on his mobile?, she leaves the dress on. Back to huffing and puffing, then goes to check HIS state. This repeats several times, she apologizing that the customer hasn't left the building. Finally, he seems to have found another port, and departs. She returns to her battle gear, aka birthday suit.
Time for the main docking. She inserts the boom's nozzle into her receptacle and initiates the pumping action. Nice view flying down below. Several positions, all quite nice, and delivered with aplomb. Undock, brief cleanup.
Then the finish. A nice massage, and truth be told, I came (yes, I know I've already said that), I came close TO FALLING ASLEEP. Very relaxing experience, BUT, as stated above, missed the TT. It would have been nice to get handsy underneath the dress, but that ship had disappeared over the horizon (again, don't get old).
BOTG. A good time. No offer of rimming, which was fine by me. CBJ... well, we shall see; I live recklessly.
EPILOGUE: worth the trip IF you're NOT looking for a SYT. Leave the reading glasses at home. Clean shop. Shop that big, I'd assume they'd have a shower somewhere, but wasn't offered, didn't see.
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