It took me eight months, but here I am: I finally booked a session - and thank the gods, it was before the new lockdown. I was a little worried that I maybe built her up too much. That’s happened before. More than once I've gotten to see a girl that had been on my TDL, and the whole thing was kind of disappointing - and I can’t even point to any one thing that could have been better, and yet I felt... meh.
Not with Andrea. She blew my mind. On the day, and still today (a week of perspective), I think this was my best session ever.
She comes into the room while I’m still showering - so I don’t have my mask on yet, but I assure her I’ll put it on as soon as I come out. When I come out, she gives me 6ft to get my mask and then we get to forget about all that from now on.
She's cute. Really cute. I'd say her pics are definitely highly polished, but not misleading.
Andrea tells me to get comfortable, and she starts to warm the oil. Just before I lie down on my stomach, I notice that she’s placed a towel on the chair. I’ve never seen that before and I’m intrigued, I start to wonder if she has some sort of magical routine already planned for me. As she runs the hot water, she takes off all her clothes. Woah... her body is fantastic. I know her boobs are fake, that's why I booked with her - but they look really natural. And really big. We’re chit chatting while the oil warms, and I already know that I’m going to jive with her and this was going to be a good session. It hasn’t yet, at this point, occurred to me that this could be the best session.
She gets to massaging me, and it feels like a regular therapeutic experience. It maybe helped that I had been to the chiropractor earlier that day, so I was already in a ‘clinical’ mind set. So, when she leans into the massage and her breasts rub on me it’s extra erotic - like this is forbidden. From the head of the bed, she maneuvers my hands forward, so that I can reach her. She places my hands on her waist. Her body is amazing. Her skin is so smooth. She takes care of herself, you can tell. I start massaging her, as she stands at my head continuing to deliver a respectable massage. (If my RMT is 10/10, I’d say she was 7/10 which is a good grade).
She moves around the table, making sure that she takes care of every part of my body. Her voice is soft and calm, again like you would expect in a therapeutic situation. But she says things like “I’m going to take care of all of you, you deserve to be taken care of, you work so hard.” Nothing is overtly sexual, and yet I couldn’t be more turned on. She’s on and off the table, doing all sorts of different techniques. I remember thinking that if the whole rest of the session was going to this, laying on my stomach getting this level of massage with this kind of care and attention - I will be totally satisfied... but then she tells me to turn over. And everything is even better.
At some point she kinda lays next to me, almost like we’re cuddling. She encourages me to explore her body, touch her wherever I’d like - again, somehow conveying to me that I deserve all of this. She puts my hand on her breast - a move that I still melt for as much as I did as a teenager. She’s so good at reading the room. I told her this, and she swears she can’t read minds - but I’m not convinced. It’s like she knew every single thing I wanted just before I did. I don’t remember what we spoke about, only that it was pleasant. She’s smart and eloquent. She enjoys her work. She’s in her early-to-mid twenties, I deduced. Having learned about me and my fetishes, she says “oh, you must love finishing Russian! So, shall we? Sitting up? On top?” Then I remember the chair with the towel, and mention that.
Next thing you know, we’re moving over there. Earlier, she spoke about how she used to be a dancer at some strip clubs and how I really miss strip clubs. Before we get restarted, she turns down the lights, turns the music WAY UP (stupidly loud) and I’m transported into a strip club. She even put a towel across my lap and gave me a classic lapdance. Only, unlike the Bass Rail... I’m naked too, and I got to finish on her, and no need to worry about the mess.
My gods... it was amazing.
Since I opened myself up to erotic massage parlors about three-ish years ago, the bar was set really high by my first one. Since that first girl (no longer in the business) I haven’t encountered another MPA that I eagerly wanted to repeat with. I’ve had some amazing experiences with girls that I'd be happy to repeat if that's how the schedule lined up. But I always feel like I’m still chasing that first high... that I better keep exploring what the city has to offer.
Well, I got my high. The bar has raised once again. I can’t wait to repeat with her.