My First ever FR
Have been reading the FRs posted here and was quite intrigued by the MP business. Had made a debut with limited knowledge and was disappointed when no extras were hinted. Reread the posts again and shortlisted Lโฌโฌ SPA opposite S@าP@d@ railway station for my sojourn, this past Sunday.
Called beforehand to confirm the counter charges @ โน1500. Visited in the afternoon and was greeted by a receptionist who inquired if I had called earlier, asked me to pay the counter charge and asked me to follow รยกสยฅ@.
About the place: A shop at the corner of a building. Small reception cubicle. Doors to the right. Wallpapered. Sofa, coffee table with mineral water bottles, reception table with CC TV monitor and other clutter and at least 2 girls who double up as receptionists apart from รยกสยฅ@. Once inside the inner door, small open space, a bathroom and 3 maybe 4 massage rooms (could not count because of sudden change from sunlight to spotlights to darkness.) The massage room (about 4โx10โ) had a massage table (obviously) adjacent to one wall covered with a disposable sheet and a pillow. The door had a port hole with the facility to cover it with clothes | towel hooked onto the pegs above. A blue strip light does indeed magnify the darkness. A shared air conditioner was doing its job through a hole in the partition.
About the masseuse: She is about 5โ2โ, filled in the right places. Nothing much to write homeโฆerrโฆ.write on the forum about, but yet not ignorable altogether. Not talkative. Would seem to be lost in her own thoughts. No nakharas. Had initially quoted 2K for b2b, however was ok with 1.5K. She was wearing a faded jeans and a dark top (the top one-fourth of which was fishnet โ I believe you get what I mean), though which the straps of her dark bra were visible
About the massage: Once รยกสยฅ@ guided me to the room, she pulled up a disposable from under the table and asked me to wear it and went out. She came back in after a couple of minutes and pointed out that I have worn the disposable incorrectly. Boy! I was waiting for this comment and immediately removed and handed over the disposable to her. She fumbled for a while and got the correct orientation and handed it over to me again. I wore it and lay down on the massage table. Was asked if I need a cream massage or powder massage. I tried to remember desperately as what is to be preferred but could not recall any post suggesting any wisdom on this topic. So asked her to use cream. She started with my back and applied the cream liberally and started rubbing (Yes! Rubbing is what I would call it. I have had proper rai-ka-tel massages in my vyayamshaala and would know the difference) with her fingers, palms and forearms. After a while, she covered my back with a towel (fresh), climbed up the table and sat on my back lightly. Then started the massage of the back of my legs. There was a certain rhythm to it. By and by she reached my butt and teased my butt crack. I could sense her wiping her fingers on the towel after each circuit from ankles to butt. Next, she climbed down, eased the disposable and gave a good bum massage. Then asked me to turn over massaged the chest, arms and thighs. It was now, that I could observe her in the dim lighting. To me she looked more like a shadow and extended my arm to touch her to confirm that there was indeed someโbodyโ teasing me and not a shadow. It was then as if she has come up from a reverie, that she looked at me, smiled and asked me what I do for a living. I just smiled and she asked me if I was โmilitaryโ. I donโt know if this is a regular question for these girls, an ice-breaker, but I get this question every single time โ whether MP or Indie or SB, even though I have been trying to blend in for years. I asked her what made her reach that conclusion and she said that she hazarded a guess (based on what, she refused to divulge). After some time, say about 40-45 minutes, she asked him whether I would prefer a service and I asked what was on the menu. She quoted 1.5k for HJ & TL and 2K for b2b. Once again all the FRs on this forum flashed before my eyes and I confidently informed her that I donโt pay more than 1.5K for b2b, even FS to which she smiled, said nothing and removed her top. I asked her about BJ and she (almost apologetically) said that it is not on the menu. Next she removed the disposable, and started teasing my inner thighs and balls with her tongue. Ah! She knew what she was doing, was doing it skilfully. Her actions were triggering impulses in some nerve endings and sending jolts of current throughout my body making it taut from head to toe. I believe that even the hair on my head was standing erect. In a frenzy, I pulled her towards myself and started kneading her boobs. She immediately took off her bra and I started sucking on the orange-sized, soft boobs. After a while, she took applied about a ton, may be a ton and a half, of the cream to jhonny and started stroking it. This girl is obsessed with rhythm it seems. The strokes were regular almost metronomic. We started kissing and whoa! She Is A Kisser. Had a long DFK which ended in both of us panting for breath. I pressed her butt and something in her hip pocket told me that, I was probably her second catch that day. Then I reached in her jeans and she promptly loosened it and allowed me access to her clit. We started kissing again and I was ready to come, but nudged her hand to slow down. Instead she stroked harder. This happened about a couple of times more and she whispered that normally the service should not go on for more than 5-10 minutes. I was not happy to hear this and controlled myself from ejaculating for about 5 more minutes. Then the strain was too much and I exploded. By that time we both were panting audibly. She cleaned her hands, quickly put on her clothes, went off, washed her hands and returned. Then she started cleaning me with the towel, sprayed some Dettol mixed water and wiped off everything and asked me to dress up. I obeyed, dressed and handed over the money. She gave me a long parting kiss and said goodbye. I came out of the massage room into the common room and saw another masseuse (this one having too much of bulge at the wrong places โ now the eyes were accustomed to the darkness), smiled at her, received a frown in return, passed through the reception, collected my helmet and exited to the frying pan outside.
W I R โ I have concluded from the reviews that this is an average | below-average SPA, though being a beginner, I would rate this as a good experience. However, would like to enhance my experience with above-average | near the top rated SPA and masseuse with the same or a slightly hiked spend. Any help here would be appreciated.