A pile of shirts
Date & Time of Session: 4 Sept 2018
Location: Shang Hai Sauna
9th Floor, Sun Hing Building
603 Nathan Road, Mong Kok
Name: Joanna, #11
Nationality & Language: Local Hong Kong but we spoke in Manadarin
Age: Mid-30's at a guess
Face: 3/5
Body: 3/5
Skill: 4/5
Service: 4/5
GFE: 4/5
PSE: 4/5
Price & Session Length: 90 Minutes for $688 including tip + $20 for attendant
Repeat: If I'm up that way, very likely
OK, so there is this pile of shirts that have been amassing, in dire need of ironing and the wardrobe is nearly empty. Accessing my professional grade procrastination toolbox, I start to ponder the benefits of going for a punt versus the upside of conquering a mountain of ironing. It's no contest really but when I look at my watch, it's not even 11am so it looks like I will have to do the ironing regardless, but figure this will generate sufficient Domestic Karma as to justify a reward. I figure my only other option would be to buy some more t-shirts to give a greater buffer to the Damocles' Sword of Ironing…definite potential.
Ironing complete, Domestic God status confirmed. Possessed of a special madness, a brace of flimsy excuses and a wallet of cash, I brave the heat haze and head off to Mong Kok. I melt my way around the streets of Mong Kok finding no success with t-shirts but picked up some new trainers only because I didn't want to leave the air conditioned shop.
I recall a FS massage joint from a few years ago but can't remember the name and only know roughly where it was on Portland Street so head over that way and quickly realise it has closed. Plan B has me heading to the Sun Hing Building which has many floors of saunas, so choose the 9th floor Shang Hai Sauna for no particular reason.
The place is clean and tidy but not well-patronised at 3:30 in the afternoon. Shower and get outfitted with usual pants and robe then am shown in to the waiting lounge where the maîtres' d presents me with the choice of 90 minutes massage with or without HJ. I opt for "with" and after a cup of tea, my room is ready.
Dark room makes assessing the masseuse tricky but that is neither here nor there at this point since I just want a pleasant rub-down. The massage is actually pretty good and I end up chatting to the lady in my school-boy Mandarin. She tries to get me to extend my session but I figure 90 minutes is sufficient so she lets it drop and tells me that next time I should come before 3pm since it's cheaper.
Towards the end, she has a bit of a play down below (though I am still wearing the shorts at this point) which gets LB awake. I flip over and she returns her attention to LB through the shorts and I figure "what the hell' so my hands wander up to her padded chest and things take an interesting turn. She seems to have highly sensitive nipples and just a slight fondling evokes a very heady reaction. She is gasping a bit but manages to ask me if I want LB oiled up, to which I agree. Once she is back at my side I start stroking LS through her clothing and get the same gasping reaction. There's no attempt to stop me working my way past her panties and she is really getting into it - almost to the point that she has forgotten to reciprocate. I eventually just push her skirt and panties down to her ankles and she starts grinding against my hand and shivering. I guide her hand back towards my half of the operation and she gives me what I need while I've got her bucking and moaning. We both climax and she has to just rest on me while she calms down. Very unexpected and pretty good fun.
She cleans me up and we swap Wechat id's.
As she walks me back out to the showers I get a slightly better look at her but without my glasses on, most girls look pretty good in a soft focus way, so can't shed any more light on that aspect.
Got a bit long wih this report, sorry about that. | |
