works_out_a_lot_27
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What is it that makes you pick an attendant?
With me it can be many reasons. Tips from fellow posters, a glowing review, a sighting while seeing another girl, a picture on a website, or just a whim. I chose my latest for a combination of reasons but mostly, it was a decent gesture on her part that got my attention. In this case a good turn deserved another and the only way to repay was to visit her for a session. So I took the earliest opportunity to do so.
Some Background
It was a bitter cold day when I walked up the stairs at Studio B to see a new favourite of mine. As my bad luck would have it, her last appointment arrived late and I had visions of beeing banished back to the parking lot to sit and freeze. Instead a kind girl invited me in to wait in "her room". "It's too cold outside" she said. It was a short wait and soon I saw "my girl".
A week later, again on a bitter cold day, I arrived on time only to be struck by the same bad luck again. Again that kind girl invited me in out of the cold to wait in "her room". I asked to take a shower and she quickly retrieved two nice clean towels and left me to my business. After showering I sat in the room and waited patiently. Time went by. I heard the buzzer and the poor fellow being sent away since there were no rooms available. I felt bad since I was taking up one of those rooms and she had probably lost a client. "My girl" arrived eventually and guided me on to her own room.
Time Flies Forward
I was sitting in the "waiting chair" at Studio B when Mya came out from her appointment. She looked a little surprised to see me. "Are you waiting for Shelly" she asked. 'No, I'm waiting for you'. She smiled and promised she'd be with me in a moment. She bid her client goodbye and then retrieved me, appologizing for my wait. There was no need to, I had come by unannounced this time.
A Bit About Mya
I found out late in our session that Mya is Egyptian and came to Canada as a little girl. This little girl has grown up. She seems quiet and a bit shy on first meeting but she warms up nicely. On this day she was dressed conservatively in a long dress that reached down to her knees, allowing just a hint of the delights that lie beneath. Long slim legs, slender hips, a tight firm derrier and the most pleasant of breasts I have seen in a long while, natural, shapely and firm. Her body is sculpted much to my idea of perfection. She would make a unique and beautiful catch. Her manner exudes sophistication and maturity but there's a young hot princess waiting inside for discovery.
The Massage
She gave me a rubdown from head to toe and all parts in between. No parts were left wanting as she slipped to the foot of the bed to massage both my feet. This felt great and I wondered what would be next. She moved to the head of the massage table and positioned herself before my eyes. It was then that I caught a glimpse of heaven. She reached down to rub my back but I lost focus and at this point my brain ceased to function in any reality. My gaze was fixed and I couldn't look away.
My Thoughts Drifted
With me it can be many reasons. Tips from fellow posters, a glowing review, a sighting while seeing another girl, a picture on a website, or just a whim. I chose my latest for a combination of reasons but mostly, it was a decent gesture on her part that got my attention. In this case a good turn deserved another and the only way to repay was to visit her for a session. So I took the earliest opportunity to do so.
Some Background
It was a bitter cold day when I walked up the stairs at Studio B to see a new favourite of mine. As my bad luck would have it, her last appointment arrived late and I had visions of beeing banished back to the parking lot to sit and freeze. Instead a kind girl invited me in to wait in "her room". "It's too cold outside" she said. It was a short wait and soon I saw "my girl".
A week later, again on a bitter cold day, I arrived on time only to be struck by the same bad luck again. Again that kind girl invited me in out of the cold to wait in "her room". I asked to take a shower and she quickly retrieved two nice clean towels and left me to my business. After showering I sat in the room and waited patiently. Time went by. I heard the buzzer and the poor fellow being sent away since there were no rooms available. I felt bad since I was taking up one of those rooms and she had probably lost a client. "My girl" arrived eventually and guided me on to her own room.
Time Flies Forward
I was sitting in the "waiting chair" at Studio B when Mya came out from her appointment. She looked a little surprised to see me. "Are you waiting for Shelly" she asked. 'No, I'm waiting for you'. She smiled and promised she'd be with me in a moment. She bid her client goodbye and then retrieved me, appologizing for my wait. There was no need to, I had come by unannounced this time.
A Bit About Mya
I found out late in our session that Mya is Egyptian and came to Canada as a little girl. This little girl has grown up. She seems quiet and a bit shy on first meeting but she warms up nicely. On this day she was dressed conservatively in a long dress that reached down to her knees, allowing just a hint of the delights that lie beneath. Long slim legs, slender hips, a tight firm derrier and the most pleasant of breasts I have seen in a long while, natural, shapely and firm. Her body is sculpted much to my idea of perfection. She would make a unique and beautiful catch. Her manner exudes sophistication and maturity but there's a young hot princess waiting inside for discovery.
The Massage
She gave me a rubdown from head to toe and all parts in between. No parts were left wanting as she slipped to the foot of the bed to massage both my feet. This felt great and I wondered what would be next. She moved to the head of the massage table and positioned herself before my eyes. It was then that I caught a glimpse of heaven. She reached down to rub my back but I lost focus and at this point my brain ceased to function in any reality. My gaze was fixed and I couldn't look away.
My Thoughts Drifted