Pompal 09.
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On a mission to explore the wider range of Vancouver-area erotic offerings, I feel like getting a really good massage for a change, after a week of binge pooning—but not just a massage.
I'd long been curious about the plainly named "Massage Center" across from Superstore on No. 3 Rd in Rmd. It's on the second floor, and I climb the stairs to a reception desk located at one corner of a spacious foot massage area. There're 2 friendly Asian guys but not a woman in sight. I pay one red for the 45 min body massage option, asking them to send me a "nice lady"—which they assure me they will.
It's an austere massage room, but with a shower; a promising sign that it's not going to be just massage. While I'm drying off, in comes Tina, a striking non-beauty wearing a prim outfit with black pants. She’s huge-boobed, short-haired, stocky, raspy-voiced, slightly bug-eyed and bullfrog-faced—exactly the opposite of my favorite type. She's from Taiwan, a single mom with two kids and two jobs.
Though she speaks only rudimentary English (after 9 years in Canada!), my efforts to speak Chinese put her at ease. She tells me that the Massage Center employs a total of 10 girls. There’s a certain breezy jocundity in her personality, and she’s certainly not lacking the charms of sleazy, down-to-earth vulgarity.
She massages me all over with the desired strong pressure. I'm getting a nice tingle from the way she rubs my ass cheeks and upper thighs very close to my blowtorch. Still lying face down I ask, "So what do you do here—handjobs, full service or just massage?"
"Taiwanese massage," she answers curtly. I don't inquire further but allow myself to drift into a massage-induced stupor. At some point she asks me to turn over and, putting her hand on my goodies, asks in Chinese if I want or don't want this: "Yao bu yao?" I say "definitely yao."
I'm pleased about how comfortable I feel, these days, letting myself be sexually serviced, as an integral part of my personal health program. Tina has no trouble getting Tantalizer rigid, but pulling his trigger is of course another matter. Her movements are pleasant enough in terms of speed and pressure. She puts my hand on her enormous boobs, feeds me her nipples and lets me rub her pussy through the pants.
But Tantalizer is a spoilt-rotten brat, conditioned for at least 20 minutes of penetrative stimulation. Even her well-rehearsed soundtrack of moans brings him nowhere near orgasm but certainly puts me in a mood to bang her. I propose full service.
"Not here, " Tina says, pointing to the glass window on the door, "outside." It appears she's thinking I have a condo nearby to which we could go after her shift.
I ask if I can see her pussy. She loosens the zipper of her pants and starts frigging herself, but gives me only the barest hint of a glimpse of her nether region.
After 10 min of jerking I take mercy on poor Tina and lend her an experienced helping hand. I bring myself close enough to the edge so she can finish me off with a few more tugs. She emits a happy squeak when I squirt.
After the cleanup I utter the magic word, "Tip?" We hadn't discussed this before, but the word sparks an instantaneous response. "Yes," she nods enthusiastically, "tip please."
I hand her a green. She frowns and says, "Fifty, please."—"Too much," I say and hand her another green. She seems satisfied. I take a quick shower and dress while she tidies up the massage table.
On my way out I notice the guys at the reception have been joined by 3 girls, all of them prettier than Tina. One of the guys asks "Okay?", and I say, "Yes, fine." No use complaining. He recommends that next time I should go for the 2-hr foot & body massage combo for .8.
Overall, a relaxing experience—though a far cry from the euphoria that quality FS reliably induces in me. On the other hand, I incurred half the cost and got a very decent massage. For R & T aficionados, of whom there's apparently a sizeable crowd, MASSAGE CENTER might not be the worst place to check out. But ask to see the girl first.
I'd long been curious about the plainly named "Massage Center" across from Superstore on No. 3 Rd in Rmd. It's on the second floor, and I climb the stairs to a reception desk located at one corner of a spacious foot massage area. There're 2 friendly Asian guys but not a woman in sight. I pay one red for the 45 min body massage option, asking them to send me a "nice lady"—which they assure me they will.
It's an austere massage room, but with a shower; a promising sign that it's not going to be just massage. While I'm drying off, in comes Tina, a striking non-beauty wearing a prim outfit with black pants. She’s huge-boobed, short-haired, stocky, raspy-voiced, slightly bug-eyed and bullfrog-faced—exactly the opposite of my favorite type. She's from Taiwan, a single mom with two kids and two jobs.
Though she speaks only rudimentary English (after 9 years in Canada!), my efforts to speak Chinese put her at ease. She tells me that the Massage Center employs a total of 10 girls. There’s a certain breezy jocundity in her personality, and she’s certainly not lacking the charms of sleazy, down-to-earth vulgarity.
She massages me all over with the desired strong pressure. I'm getting a nice tingle from the way she rubs my ass cheeks and upper thighs very close to my blowtorch. Still lying face down I ask, "So what do you do here—handjobs, full service or just massage?"
"Taiwanese massage," she answers curtly. I don't inquire further but allow myself to drift into a massage-induced stupor. At some point she asks me to turn over and, putting her hand on my goodies, asks in Chinese if I want or don't want this: "Yao bu yao?" I say "definitely yao."
I'm pleased about how comfortable I feel, these days, letting myself be sexually serviced, as an integral part of my personal health program. Tina has no trouble getting Tantalizer rigid, but pulling his trigger is of course another matter. Her movements are pleasant enough in terms of speed and pressure. She puts my hand on her enormous boobs, feeds me her nipples and lets me rub her pussy through the pants.
But Tantalizer is a spoilt-rotten brat, conditioned for at least 20 minutes of penetrative stimulation. Even her well-rehearsed soundtrack of moans brings him nowhere near orgasm but certainly puts me in a mood to bang her. I propose full service.
"Not here, " Tina says, pointing to the glass window on the door, "outside." It appears she's thinking I have a condo nearby to which we could go after her shift.
I ask if I can see her pussy. She loosens the zipper of her pants and starts frigging herself, but gives me only the barest hint of a glimpse of her nether region.
After 10 min of jerking I take mercy on poor Tina and lend her an experienced helping hand. I bring myself close enough to the edge so she can finish me off with a few more tugs. She emits a happy squeak when I squirt.
After the cleanup I utter the magic word, "Tip?" We hadn't discussed this before, but the word sparks an instantaneous response. "Yes," she nods enthusiastically, "tip please."
I hand her a green. She frowns and says, "Fifty, please."—"Too much," I say and hand her another green. She seems satisfied. I take a quick shower and dress while she tidies up the massage table.
On my way out I notice the guys at the reception have been joined by 3 girls, all of them prettier than Tina. One of the guys asks "Okay?", and I say, "Yes, fine." No use complaining. He recommends that next time I should go for the 2-hr foot & body massage combo for .8.
Overall, a relaxing experience—though a far cry from the euphoria that quality FS reliably induces in me. On the other hand, I incurred half the cost and got a very decent massage. For R & T aficionados, of whom there's apparently a sizeable crowd, MASSAGE CENTER might not be the worst place to check out. But ask to see the girl first.