Angela @ Sasa Spa: an astonishing beauty's less than perfect service

[boffin1979]

Curious about Sasa's ad “$80 30 mins (incl. tip)” I head over there for a lunchtime quickie. Elsie, the cute manager, welcomes me warmly. She remembers me from previous visits.

“I’m here for the ½ hr special,” I say. $80 sounds too good to be true, and it is. “That’s for half service,” Elsie says. “You know, massage and…” Her curled hand makes a few up-and-down motions. FS is an additional $40.

Cheap enough. I ask to see the girls. Elsie leads me to Sasa’s best room and says, “I have special girl for you.” Moments later "Angela" appears in the doorway. A well-chosen name: there’s indeed something angelic about her features.

I hand Elsie the donation; no need to see the others. “I might want to stay more than half an hour,” I say. “Can I pay the difference on the way out?” Elsie says okay. Nice having the option of basking in Angela’s radiance longer...if things go well.

As usual I make the room cozier with my own music and blanket. I give myself an extra-careful scrub in the shower, feeling exultant at the prospect of embracing beauty. When Angela arrives, I find her visually exquisite—with a bewitching shimmer in her almond-shaped eyes and an impossible-to-overlook cleavage. The innocent schoolgirl type she's clearly not.

I try to warm up with chitchat. She gives brief answers, in excellent English. She says she's from Hongkong and has been in Canada for 1 yr. "Haven't seen you here before," I say. She claims she has only worked at Sasa for 1 wk. Her age? I’d have guessed around 20, but she later tells me she’s 24.

We hug while I free her enhanced boobs, which are soft and touchable. Then she strips naked, except for the stockings I gave her. She readily goes along with intimate cuddling, though she insists on placing towels on top of my (freshly laundered) blanket.

Angela willingly fondles Tantalizer. Her pussy is already wet (or perhaps pre-lubed?) She doesn’t mind my rubbing her clit and labia, but I realize quickly neither DIGITS nor DATY are welcome. She’s not a kisser either.

But her naked body is, in my eyes, the epitome of female perfection. Eager to slide into that trimmed and prominently bulging mound between her thighs I roll on the condom myself and let her guide me inside. It’s wonderfully tight in there!

Angela isn't the smiley type. She doesn't really look at me during sex, and I can’t help feeling she doesn’t exude a high level of enthusiasm, but never mind; I’m all fired up by her loveliness. A certain melancholy in her demeanor even adds to her sultry appeal.

We go into ACG. Angela crouches at an angle that’s less than ideal for me, so we soon switch to DOGGIE. As I spread those ass cheeks to look at her starfish—and contemplate entering it—I suddenly feel myself shooting a partial load.

I quickly get off the table, to dispose of the Trojan and put on a Lifestyle. She makes no comment. Asking for a blowjob I put Tantalizer close to her mouth but, to my chagrin, she shakes her head. No CBJ. But I decide not to make a fuss. (Just as well: afterwards, Angela tells me she doesn’t mind giving blowjobs, but only if a guy’s hands haven’t touched the condom. I should have let her put it on!)

Back to banging. She feels so tight in LAZY DOGGIE that I worry about hurting her. So I switch back to MISH and pump away. I also talk dirty, in several languages. Angela remains quiet, apart from saying “What??” at one point.

Floating on a cloud of bliss I feel I could keep pounding this enchantress forever. But there's a frown on Angela’s face. She sure doesn't look like she's enjoying this as much as I do.

To her credit, she lets me do my thing without rushing. When I decide not to hold back my orgasm any longer, I'm surprised at its intensity. Such is the astonishing power of beauty, in spite of flawed service.

We separate quickly. I roll on my back, and with a gentle hand she cleans me. “You relax, I take a shower,” she says. I don’t want to go beyond my 1/2 hr, so I forgo my usual post-climax cuddle—anyway, we don’t have the right connection.

While I dress we chat some more. “You like your job or hate it?” I ask.
“It’s okay,” Angela replies.

I suggest it would help if she could smile more. “You looked unhappy, almost afraid, when I was fucking you,” I say.

“Afraid, yes”, she says. “Because you’re big.”

I feel overcome by a wave of empathy for this lovely woman who just shared a vulnerable part of herself, for little money. So I hand her an unplanned .2 tip. She's suprised and grateful.

“Perhaps you want to do this job only for a while,” I say, “and get more education, to explore other options.” But she’s utterly unreceptive to this line of conversation. I feel a little sad; I suspect Angela is the kind of pretty woman who found, early on, that offering sexual services is a relatively lazy way to make a living—to the detriment of developing the rest of her potential as a person.

We hug goodbye, with an affectionate rubbing-together of cheeks. She promises me a BJ next time.

On the way out Elsie tells me I’m 5 min overtime. "But that's fine, I hope everything's alright." I’m tempted to say something mildly critical, but decide against it and ask instead about the other girls. Elsie briefly describes them. They’re new; all the girls I knew left for other MPs.

“Thank you for your business,” Elsie says as I leave.

My rating for Angela
L=9.5
A=7
S=7

I used to scoff at 1/2 hr bookings in the past. But in a case of a stunner like Angela—who can be enjoyably banged without allowing much of a connection— 1/2 hr bookings can be optimal.