Emotion Sant
Just got back from a session with Sara and, gents, she is one of the best deals you will find in a long, long time.
I show up and knock. Nothing. I hear music so I know someone is there. I knock again. The music is turned off but no one comes to the door. I start getting a little worried. I knock a little louder and finally a woman opens the door.
Wow. Well worth the wait.
Sara is in her mid-20s and built for fun. Round butt in tight jeans (I hate it when they wear jeans) and what looks like a healthy pair of fun bags lurking under her shirt. I'm no good at guessing weight, but she's trim and fit and round only where it counts.
We introduce ourselves and she coyly points to her cheek. I give her a kiss and she smiles and points to the other one. I'm liking her already.
Although the staircase leading up to the apartment is a little dingy, the apartment itself looks really clean. She directs me to a room with a massage table (no shower and none offered until the end of the session. No big deal as I was coming from the gym). Sara excuses herself.
I strip down and hop on board, reaching under to position my kibble and bits to make them easily accessible (hard to believe it took me two or three sessions to learn this basic move).
In walks Sara and I smile. Nice. She's changed into a cleavage-revealing tank topy thing and a very short jean skirt. Lovely. I've been to a few Asian places where they do the opposite--greet you wearing not much and come back wearing a chastity belt and a flak jacket.
Her very first move is to put one hand between my legs to tickle the Black Hole and my hairy dice at the same time. Nicest handshake I ever got. Silently, I patted myself on the back for shifting Big Jim and The Twins to the happy spot prior to her coming in.
I ask for a hard massage and she delivers. Pretty hard and she found a few knots on her own that she worked on nicely. Just enough unscented oil without turning my back into a hairy skating rink.
All the while we're chatting a little bit. I make her laugh a few times and the mood is good. At one point she is kneading a troublesome part of my back and I grunt. She stops and asks if everything is OK. I tell her that if I make noise it's a good sign because it means I am still alive--a constant worry for a man of my advanced age. She laughs again and tells me next time she'll walk on my back. Instead, she climbs up on the table between my legs and leans down hard while giving me the rub. Felt great.
The only downside was she had to answer the door at one point--for her next client.
Having never been with her before, I had only booked 30 minutes and I was kicking myself for not taking the hour. You know how it is, you book an hour with a new mp and you spend 50-55 minutes bored out of your skull as she mindlessly pokes you here and there as the prelude to the Big Finish.
Sara is NOT one of those. Her massage, though not on a par with Borissa, is really good and, as I was about to find out, very sensual.
After she is done with my back, she starts working on my arse. Lots of good hard kneading supplemented quite liberally with delicious forays into the musty no-man's land of my arse crack. I mean, some seriously erotic butt play. No actual penetration, but an extended bit of sensual prodding and tickling--plus the reach around to start polishing the ol; bayonet.
Finally, the flip. She asks me what I'd like and I ask her what options I can choose from. Again, she was a very coy, giving me no menu. Instead she smiled and asked "how do you want the massage to end?" To which I replied "Happily, my dear. Happily."
We both laughed and I said a nice HJ would make me a very happy man. She nodded and went to work. Good technique; mixes it up--fast, slow; one hand, two hands; long strokes, short strokes, etc.Good eye contact, and decent ball and nipple play.
Still, I was curious about the unnamed options. I asked again and she said Thai. I was very tempted because, as I mentioned, her body is dynamite. But time was running out and I didn't want to fork out significant cash for three minutes of pleasure--as I have done so many times in the past. No prices were mentioned and I was losing interest in talking.
I should mention that during the hj I let my hands wander. More importantly, Sara let them wander. At first I just put it on her lower back, let it slide a bit to her ass, then up and under her skirt. Her butt, dear friends, is so round and firm I thought she was sporting ass-plants. Wow. G-string. I didn't get too liberal because I didn't want to push stuff, I didn't attempt fingers--although at the end, my death-grip on her right ass cheek found my fingers nestled nicely (and deeply) between her glorious mounds of delight. She also allowed me to fondle her large (at least a C-cup, maybe larger) natural breasts through her top.
Too much for this old man, my popgun popped and that was that. She cleaned me up and I asked her how much, she said $30. I knew that was the price going in, but, considering the service that was provided and the lovely woman who provided it--best deal in town.
I gave her $50 because it just seemed almost criminal to have paid so many sub-par mps $55 for a half-assed rub 'n tug and then to rip-off this gem. I know that half the fun in this hobby is to see how much you can get for how little, but sometimes ya gotta reward quality.
The extra $20--which means nothing to me, right?--put another beautiful smile on her face. Only fitting since she had done the same for me.
I don't repeat too ofetn , but I will with Sara because I'm afraid, like other gems in the past, she will disappear before too long.