Bobo @ Ocean Relaxation: rising to the challenge

[Steve]

The scant reviews for this place on Broadway near Burrard are rather mixed. Tonight, I’m welcomed there by an older, friendly Chinese lady named Eva. To my request for the all-inclusive she responds evasively, quoting room fees "only for massage."

“Look,” I say, “I do this a lot. You don’t want to lose my business. Almost everywhere else they offer an all-inclusive.” I wave a bundle of bills under her nose, and she hesistantly says okay. I ask how many girls are working.

“Two tonight,” she says, “but one’s busy. Only one girl available now, very beautiful.” I ask to see her before handing over the money. Eva leads to me a spacious room with a shower, a narrow massage table and no couch.

Moments later the “girl available” appears in the doorway and, without making eye contact or exchanging a word, turns to disappear quickly. “Wait a second,” I say; “don’t run away. Tell me your name.” Shyly she says, “Bobo.” “So, Bobo,” I ask, “what part of China are you from?” “Sichuan,” she says.

Bobo has a short and stocky built and a square plebeian face, with no trace of either makeup or smile—a far cry from the beauty I was promised. Several thoughts race through my mind. Walk or stay? Bobo seems unpleasantly defensive, perhaps because she’s not often chosen. But when she’s the only choice, it must feel like a humiliating blow when a client bails out—conveying the message, “You’re too ugly for me.”

I always find my compassion triggered by girls in this line of work who’re a little deficient in the looks department. Plus, I’ve warm memories of my recent travels through Sichuan—the landscape, the food and the women. And, in my pooning experience, plain girls often try harder to please a man than pretty ones. So I fork over $.5 for the 45 min all-inclusive.

Bobo reappears just as I’m drying off. I notice two more things about her: she’s hefty around the midriff; and her boobs are the biggest I’ve seen on an Asian girl. We hug awkwardly; Bobo isn’t the type to compensate for homely looks with exuberant sluttiness. Better spend a bit of time on rapport-building, I think; here’s a chance to take up the challenge and make the most of a non-ideal situation.

Bobo insists on massage first and gives me a damn good massage. Although her English is adequate for small talk, she seems to appreciate my efforts at speaking Mandarin and sweetly corrects my pronunciation. Together we sing along to Theresa Teng songs I brought. I tell her about my recent visit to her hometown Chendu. She tells me she’s 27, has worked at this AMP for 6 months and has been in Canada, off and on, for 5 years. But she likes to go back to China for extended periods because she feels lonely here.

After about 10 min of back massage I flip and ask her to get me hard with her hand. But I don’t find her pressure and rhythm very effective. She’s obviously not willing to attempt a BJ without a condom. She does a bit of BLS but when I feel her teeth dig into my balls I decide to take charge.

I get her to strip and to stretch out on the table. Going down on her trimmed, already moist and nice-tasting kitty for DATY elicits encouraging moans. She rolls on the condom the usual way, holding the tip with her mouth. I ease Tantalizer into that moderately tight Asian hole and soon switch to forceful thrusts which she takes well. I notice she's not a kisser, and talking dirty isn't her forte either.

Then I ask her, "Go get on top." I try my new strategy to forestall rushing: telling an SP early on, nicely, that I’ll need another 10 or 15 minutes to finish and wouldn't appreciate being told to hurry up. Bobo reassures me that I can take all the time I need.

——and suddently, during CG, I get a surprise: she snaps into a strangely intense rhythm accompanied by heavier breathing and, almost oblivious to me, seems to make herself come. Whether her orgasm is genuine or not, it was certainly a delightful show. I’m happy she warmed up to me like that. The only bummer is the awful squeaking emitted by the massage table, making me worry about an imminent collapse.

A stretch of doggie slapping against her ample rear, and I almost pop. I switch to a fresh condom and have her kneel in front of me for a bit of face-fucking. More mish and CG, and I’m ready to release in ACG: I love the sight of a woman’s rhythmic heaving on top of me, impaled on my shaft, with her tits flopping up and down.
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Bobo obligingly cleans up Tantalizer. For the remaining 10 min I ask if she wants to cuddle or give me a massage—predictably, she chooses massage and goes at it with amazing energy. We chat some more, and I learn there’re a total of 4 girls working for Ocean, 3 Chinese and 1 Caucasian. We go over my 45 min even before stepping together into the shower. Before parting I give her a quick peck on the mouth and a .2 tip.

On the way out I complain to Eva about the squeaky massage table and put in a few words of restrained praise for Bobo. My subjective ratings—big-boob fetishists will be more generous: L=6; A=7; S=7.5; Massage=9

There’re 3 kinds of SPs in my eyes: those whose looks would be enduringly attractive to me in a romantic partner; those whose looks are good enough for a two-time bump and grind; and those whose looks don't do it for me at all. Bobo at Ocean Relaxation (there're lots of other Bobos) fits solidly in the middle here. She’s doing, with her limited assets, the best she knows, given her limited knowledge.

This encounter, though not spectacular, has certainly been worthwhile and relaxing. I follow it up with a wonderful meal at Seoul House Korean Restaurant just down the street. Life is good.