Good massage and happy ending
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I went for a massage. The shop was easy to find and there was plenty of parking around - with one hour of free parking. I didn't book in advance and so I called in on the off chance and found that they were able to see me at short notice.
The shop is immaculate and the room was spotless. I paid before getting undressed, took all my clothing off and then I covered my buttocks with the towel provided.
Jessica came in and started to provide a medium massage. She climbed on top at one stage and massaged me with her feet. She absolutely knows how to give a proper massage, not light tickling! She did some more massage on my back before asking me to turn over. At this point, I had no idea if extras were on offer, but I decided to relax and enjoy!
She removed the towel, asking if I was OK with that. "Yes, no problem", I replied. She massaged my torso and then started moving her hands further down, asking if I was comfortable with this. "Of course", I replied. After a short time, her hands started to work very near the wedding tackle. She then asked if I liked it and if I would like the massage to continue on my private parts. "Yes, definitely", I responded.
We agreed on £25 for a hand job. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her hip. I asked when she commenced if I could feel her breasts - initially, she was reluctant, but eventually she allowed this. She has very firm breasts.
The hand job was very good and the ending was satisfying. She washed me down with a warm cloth. I have read elsewhere that a happy ending is not always available. I suggest staying relaxed and seeing where it goes.
I thought the experience was satisfying and I will return. The entrance is not particularly discreet, but I am not from the area so wasn't worried about being seen.
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