Ok, this babble may give some of you a good laugh.
After browsing through her website, I decided to book an "open" massage appointment with this Mandarin speaking lady. Her Chinglish is polite and understood. Me? I don't speak Mandarin. Even though her website states no sexual services, I thought I would give her a try just in case there was a chance. Upon arrival, I dial her condo number and she advises me to meet her in the lobby after she buzzes me in. She's approx. 5' tall, a mature auntie, and was dressed rather conservatively in a dark coloured cable knit sweater and a floor length skirt. With her sweater on, one can still tell she has a rather healthy chest.
Her massage room has an ensuite full bathroom and judging by the many shoes by the door, she works out of her family home. After a half hour "consultation" that should have lasted 15 minutes, she left the room while I disrobed and hopped onto the well padded massage table. A shower was offered but I had showered prior to my arrival. During the massage, she whispered frequently some verses from her "consultation". There were many moments where she made the eerie immortal sound like Hannibal Lector made just before his comment, "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti".
Verses and eerie sounds aside, the message was gentle with heavy focus on the thighs, bum and kiwis... poking and light slaps. The rhythm of her hand work was relaxing and quite arousing. All while avoiding my proud and erected monument. Hmmm, hard not to take it personally but I go with the flow. At approximately the 20 minute mark, she asks if I want her to continue to the half hour mark to save some money or should she continue. I request her to continue IF she has the time, so I agreed to a 45 minute massage. Out of her soft spoken voice, she says, "whatever happens, happens naturally". I think to myself, "Great, there is a possible happy ending here".
Soon after that, she tells me to position myself in the puppy-dog-pose position for my captured Navy Seal prostate interrogation. With her lubed gloved hand, she inserts a finger. I held ground and retain all military secrets. After a few minutes of that, she tells me to flip over where she continues to probe for military codes. Again I held ground. She then said, if you want to cum, please help yourself... I don't do that kind of service. HA!
I chuckled a little in disbelief but at the same time, I respect a woman's boundaries.
I didn't push it, nor did I take matters in my own hand, so I told her I was done and thanked her for the massage.
For those interested in a 15 minute to half hour Mass with a "Church Lady" followed by a relaxing and arousing massage with no H/E, SHE is the one for you.
Peace.
