Expensive and disappointing session
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Being at a complete loose end on a Saturday afternoon and wanting to block the ongoing football match out of my mind, I went back on a recent resolution and phoned the former Hot Tui Na Chinese massage parlour (now called "Good for Life") in Goole. I discovered that there were two new girls - and also that Emma wasn't there. So, looking forward to a change and maybe better luck, off I went, listening to the 2nd half of the match en-route, which only further dampened my spirit, so I was looking forward to a lift.
On arrival, I was greeted by a tallish, slim and very nice looking Chinese girl who I placed at around 25-30 yrs old (she later conformed that she was 28 years of age). She had a 32B bust with huge nipples and long black hair. I was shown into the rear massage room where there is a shower if you want it. She introduced herself as Lucky, which suited me fine and asked how long I wanted and so I handed her the £40 for the hour. Then, wallet still in hand, I tried to get the next stage of business out of the way immediately, which is usually welcomed, but on this occasion her poor English and resulting poor communications meant that she wouldn't accept more at that stage.
So, onto the table I went whilst she went out of the room, back in again and then silently began the massage, still dressed in what could only be described as outdoor clothes, complete with outdoor boots. It was a very oily and quite beneficial massage, kneading my aching back and shoulders and sometimes with long strokes across my backside, but zero teasing swipes or suggestions of anything else. So, combined with the refusal to take more money, I was guessing that this might be me drawing a blank and getting a legit massage.
After 30 minutes of decent massage, she asked me to turn; unsurprisingly at this stage my better half was still asleep and so looked unimpressive - and then for the first time ever of going to this place, she covered me, and proceeded with a gentle massage of my abdomen, occasionally nudging the old chap and smiling.
Using hand gestures, she then enquired as to whether or not I wanted a happy ending, which was a relief and she said that it was the usual £20 - but there then followed several very awkward moments of enquiring about a body-to-body massage, whether or not this included taking all of her clothes off, when they might come off and for how much? I explained it was always £80 for the lot (£40+£20+£20), but she was after £100, saying that even that was at a discount and that it was less than she charged in London. I pointed out that we were in Goole!
A long and painful story made short, I initially refused, but weakened when she dropped to £90 total as I had to see - and hopefully get to grips with - her body. She insisted that I got up and paid there and then, spoiling the flow rather. She also quibbled about taking her pants off, but I wasn't having that and so off they came, revealing the usual thick black bush and a nice smooth shapely bum, which completed the package of an attractive young woman. She wet-wiped my old man and my fingers, which I mistakenly took as a promising sign.
But, keeping out of reach of my touch at all times, on she went with the massage, annoyingly leaving the room once to answer the door. The session got even more bizarre as the so called body-to-body massage was performed with a huge wad of paper towel between us, which more than spoilt the effect. She also didn't allow fingering, but I was externally touching her prominent clit, which she seemed to be enjoying, although not allowing any hint of fingering-proper.
As she'd been wanking me fairly continually, despite me trying to hold on for longer, I eventually relented and came, unimpressively. She immediately disengaged and threw me some wet-wipes and then spent ten to fifteen minutes vigorously wet-wiping herself, washing and dressing fully and sorting herself whilst I was still lying there like a spare part, before she returned for the last five minutes to give a cursory head massage and a paper towel down, with no hot flannels or towels like this place is usually good for, especially with Emma. So, of the fifty-five minutes, she'd had her hands on me effectively for about 40 minutes.
In conclusion, she might have been Lucky, but I wasn't. The session was rubbish altogether. Chatting as much as the language barrier allowed during dressing, she confirmed that it was her last day before returning to London, but they do re-circulate here and she said that Emma would be back next month.
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