CHERRY @ Angel Massage: striking paydirt

[tilly17]

Adversity always brings out my determination.

After my little fiasco at Hawaian Girl I trudge through heavy slush to Angel Massage, several blocks west. Cute little Mimi welcomes me cheerily at the reception, recognizing me from half a dozen visits almost a year ago.

"Who's available?" I ask. "Well, there's ME," she answers. "Anyone else?" I inquire. She hesitates a little. "Ah...there's Anna, Cherry, Christina and Mia."

The rooms at Angel are remarkably well-decorated; if only the massage table were wider! All the girls parade in front of me—each appetizingly vamped up, in full war-paint and tempting outfits. And not a single customer in sight this snowy Boxing Day evening, except Yours Truly.

I feel sorry for them. A hard choice; but there's something about Cherry's beaming smile and voluptuous tallness that stands out. We start with a soft hug followed by a nice deep oil massage and conversation in passable English. She says she's 29, from Beijing, here as a student, and worked in a noodle restaurant until recently.

She comes across as quite an alert, communicative and sensuously appealing girl. "You're very beautiful," I say. "I'm big girl" she answers humbly, almost self-disparagingly. "You're exactly my type," I say. "I chose you out of five girls, but if there had been a hundred, I'd still have chosen YOU."

Her face brightens into a radiant smile. She gives me a passionate smack on the lips and then offers me the tip of her tongue—the start of some of the most passionate kissing in my pooning career. I imagine bigger girls have a tougher time being chosen from a lineup—because modest-sized guys rarely pick them, and bigger guys like me also often find smaller girls cuter or less intimidating.

But there're few stronger turn-ons for me than a voluptuous beauty who, like Cherry, displays humility or insecurity about her beauty. Holding her in a scissor-like position where we're partly straddling each other in a facing position, I decide it's time to talk dirty. "So," I say, "you'll let me fuck you?" A girl that has a good answer ready while looking me in the eye gets major points from me. "Yes," Cherry says, "I like you fuck me."

I lick those lovely nipples of her ample breasts and let my tongue linger, longer than usual, on her trimmed, strawberry-flavored kitty. But it's not until I ram Tantalizer home, with her legs high over my shoulders, that it dawns on me: Eureka...I've struck paydirt!

I pump her robust flesh like crazy in all positions and even face-fuck her to my heart's content. She's obviously an appreciator of big solid Western cocks. Not only does she have nice-sized, surprisingly natural-feeling tits, she also possesses what few Asian girls have: a big booty. On the two occasions in my life I got to bang this kind of ass it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

I touch that starfish and do her in doggie, including her standing up bent over the massage table, but don't bring up anal play just yet. It's enough for today to luxuriate in Cherry's nubile, resilient fuckability.

I explode in mish, and we hold each other tenderly for a minute, kissing. She cleans me up, then climbs back onto the massage table to cudde. I cradle her against me, cheek to cheek. "I like go to sleep like this," she whispers.

I mention my trips to China and being well-received by women there. "Chinese girls like Western men," she says, simply. "You miss China?" I ask. "Perhaps feel lonely here sometimes?"

"Yes," she answers promptly, "very lonely." "Me too, sometimes," I say. "But I don't feel lonely tonight, thanks to you. You made me very happy."

Before we part she feeds me several candies, gives me a deep wet kiss and takes me to a back door I didn't even know existed. What can I say? Unreserved friendliness, tenderness, slutty abandon, eagerness to please—from beginning to end. This kind of first encounter makes me fantasize about the next.

L=8 (for those of us who love tall, voluptuous Asians); A=10; S=9. 45-min all-inclusive $.5 + .4 tip. I'd rate the chemisty between us as close to 100%.

 

[CARNAGE *Anti-YOU]

Now that was a review par excellence! I happen to quite often be in the area of Hawaiian Girl Spa (AND apparently Angel Massage) and I've glanced at HG's front door and figured it is too "exposed". I read your previous account of Lisa shouting at your retreat in full view of the Starbucks' folk. Had to have been embarassing, I'm sure.

Your bounce-back with the "big goil" at Angel obviously more than made up for the prior incident at Lisa's hand/tongue. Keep up the good work.

bigguy

 

[Pompal 09.]

btw, Hawaiian has a discreet unmarked back entrance on Albert St.
tant, you're on some kind of roll...
so there was Mimi, Anna, Cherry, Christina and Mia -- 5 girls! nice.
(Sounds like it was Mimi's turn though.)