[AUS] [SYD] Thornleigh Chinese Massage - Overcharged and Underwhelmed
Date & Time of Session: 30/09/18 1.00pm
Location: Thornleigh Chinese Massage
Name: Joy
Link: http://www.massagethornleigh.com.au
Nationality & Language: Chinese, very limited English
Age: 30d
Face: 4/5
Body: 3/5
Skill: 2.5/5
Service: massage, HJ, bit of a grope.
GFE: 2/5
PSE: 2/5
Price & Session Length: AUD $50 plus AUD$70 tip for 45mins
Repeat: no.
A few years ago an ad appeared in a local paper boasting of a Sri Lankan lady offering a traditional style of massage at Thornleigh. Not being familiar with Sri Lankan massage, and being fond of sub-continental women, AND with the ad being in the "Will-Jerk-You-Off for Cash" section of the paper, I trekked over there and spent a fascinating hour with a sweet, dark brown MILF. Much of her time was spent focussing firmly on the area around my butthole with her surprisingly strong thumbs. It wasn't comfortable by any means, but it was oddly pleasurable at the same time and I came like a fire-hose.
Finding myself in slow traffic almost opposite the same shop, I decided to park up, wander in and give myself to whatever adventure waited there for me.
Her name was Joy, I was told. She had an open, warm, friendly face with a sweet smile. She looked like she could tell a good story, and I would have loved to chat with her if only she had spoken English or I, Mandarin. Tall, long, slightly unkempt hair, a rather modest black jumpsuit revealing only a big tattoo on the front of her thigh and another on her forearm. $50 was handed over for a 45 minute session; I usually only book 30 first time round, but it had been a taxing week and I liked her face.
The massage wasn't massively therapeutic, but her warm hands over my prone form were pleasing enough. I asked her to go harder, but she seemed not to understand so I just concentrated on being rubbed all over by an attractive young woman, which is never a bad thing.
All limbs completed, she switched modes. Her hands fluttered gently around my body, glancing promisingly around my scrotum and anus. After a minute or two, she leaned over and whispered
"More?"
"How much?"
"70."
"Seventy dollars?"
"70."
For as long as I can remember, the absolute standard tip for a nude hand job in Sydney has been 50 bucks. From Pitt Street to Parramatta, that's the price. What you get for that depends totally on the girl, but over the years it has on occasion bought me DFK, frantic finger fucking, prostate massage, pussy slide, face-sitting.. like I said, it is completely up to the lady and I never expect more than a pretty girl with no clothes on making me cum with her hands. For seventy dumplings, however, I would be expecting a little more...
"What do I get for 70?"
"70."
She smiled. Naked, on my back and with my cock pointed towards the ceiling isn't my best reasoning position, so I agreed the fee and she slipped out of her jump suit. C cup, natural breasts were a pleasant surprise. Her tummy bore evidence of motherhood, but I like that. Oil was applied to my chest - body slide, possibly?
No. She massaged my nipples. I fondled her arse. She stroked my belly. I took the weight her left breast in my hand; she must get tired lugging those around, and I thought I'd help out as I was in the neighbourhood. Her hand moved to encircle my cock. Mine drifted down to part her resplendent Bush and delve into the dark interior...she deftly manoevered her nether regions just out of reach. Say what? I tentatively tried again, with the same result...
OK. I always respect boundaries. The masturbation was progressing rather too quickly, so I removed her hands from my all-too-eager member and she set about fondling my groin and testes while I composed myself. It was warm in the room and a she had worked up a light glistening of sweat, which helped my hands glide around her fleshy frame and added a level of intimacy to the proceedings.
Back at the wheel, she revved up the motor and we reached our destination in good time.
A clean up, then she hopped out for some hot towels and gently cleansed me of excess oil and squirted semen. Then finished the session with a relaxing head massage.
We parted friends, and I resumed my journey along the Pennant Hills Road.
Honestly, if the tip had been $50, I would have been reasonably satisfied with the punt. But the extra lobster, coupled with lack of access to the portal of her womanhood left a nasty taste in my mouth - and not the nasty taste I enjoy so much in these situations either!
It's a mixed bag of punts I've been having lately. Here's to the next one, and some stability!
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