Spent an hour with Coco recently.
Her eyes and well kept figure gave me the impression that she prided herself on her looks and outward demeanour. Unlike many of the overly make-upped grannies with hair up and teenager clothes looking for deep pockets, Coco looked fresh but pretty.
The room was spacious and table adequate though cheap and rickety. I would have liked somewhere to hang my jacket.
I was not offered a shower nor did I ask for one as I like a bit of oil on my skin during the dry winter months, and Coco did a spectacular job with the after massage hot towelling.
Her massage skills I would put in the 6-7 range. A bit too much elbow digging with aggressive forearm strong arming. Never mind she didnโt ask me what my preferred pressure was which is always a red flag. I am very doubtful she is the RMT of record for this parlour.
Though I will say, in between excruciating periods Cocoโs hands followed the contours of my ass and groin ensuring I was continuously at full mast eager with anticipation for the flip.
She played shy, or maybe she was, so I ran with it after all it was our first visit together. Future visits may prove more open an offering, however she followed my cues and I left happy and relaxed.
What followed is what I find brings me back more than many of the reasons we seek this companionship. Coco continued the massage. Head and face, arms, and finally a spectacular hot towelling on both front and back.
I will return but I will dictate the massage better and maybe a bit more.