Oh God yes. The hottest sex of my life was in RMT spas with women that just needed some lovin. It took 3 years with one and 5 years with another. But it was a personal connection versus paying for a service. I think j sav is on The right track. Like one of my full legits when she broke down, took off her cloths and said "fuck me" . That was the 5 year investment but it was one of the hottest experinces of my life.
Wow. Respect to you guys who have campaigned for years to bed some of these women. I've only ever had "surprise" isolated incidents and I cherish those hobbying memories highly. One of these surprises was with an MP-quite a dirty one actually, but because of the way it unfolded, the experience for me was almost as exciting as a legit encounter. And in this case, I can tell you who the lady was.
I expect any of the guys here who share my inclination towards EE women know Christina who currently still works at Goldenrich. Well the way I met her was one of those experiences that was exciting as hell for me. Christina is currently a brassy blonde who must tip the scales at 280 pounds if she's a gram, but back when I met her in the early 90s she was a brunette who must've been around 140 to 150 lbs and it was all bust, bum and belly. A real hourglass shape woman.
Anyway, I went for a massage at a place that was on Hwy 7 and Rivermede. In the same plaza there was a diner that at one time was a Wimpys but back then was just a delicatessen. I scoped the talent at the asian place next door, didn't like what I saw and walked into the deli to get a drink. Working at the counter was Christina, who I was seeing for the first time. She had on a tight denim skirt, black stockings and a flesh coloured tight fitting top that her tits were bursting through. I paid for my pop and could not tear her eyes off her tits...and she was giving me a good eyeful. She was super flirty. I was not the smoothest operator or I probably could have made good progress with her on the spot, but as it was I just stumbled out of there and went back to my car. I was sitting there drinking the pop, when she came out of the diner and got in her car. Before she closed the door, she gave me a wink and what I think was a nod. When she drove, I followed. We came to the first light, and she blows me a kiss through her window. This continued through traffic as I unthinkingly followed her. Anyway, you can imagine what was going through my horny head. I thought this deli waitress was leading me on to either get fucked or mugged.
There are coincidences in life and this was a bizarre one. I remember very clearly my incredulity as I saw her finally park her car....and walk into Shira's massage parlour on Steeles just west of Jane. Yes, I know it's long gone now, but it used to be right beside the donut shop that seemed to cater almost exclusively to middle eastern cab drivers. I really had to pinch myself to believe what I'd seen, but moments later I was walking in....to see the lobby filled some really gruesome examples of EE womanhood. I started to ask if the lady who'd just walked in worked there....when Christina herself came out from the back room, walked directly towards me, took my hand and led me to a massage room. The door was not even closed and we were all over each other. I almost sobbed when my face disappeared between her huge tits.
Now, I wish I could say that things proceeded as my fantasies had projected...but no. The heavier things got, the more Christina started to sweat. And I'm not talking sexy sheen here, this woman had rivers of sweat running down her face, chest, arms etc. and her pussy...it was literally dripping. The more of her that got on me, the less turned on I was. We did the deed, and it was again bbfs, but I was grossed out by act II.
It was years before I saw her again and when I did she had massively increased in size. Today she reminds me of Juggernaut from the Marvel comics. I'm pretty sure I've changed too (for the better
) and that she doesn't recognize me. That grossed out feeling is still there when I see her, but so is the memory of that initial excitement.
Same sort of thing happened to me with an East Indian girl that I followed on the sidewalk downtown one summer afternoon , right into a 2nd floor MP that used to be across from the Reference library at Yonge and Bloor. That one had a much happier ending...but it's another story.