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hawk007
Once again, great write up to a new chapter, looking forward to ur next chapter
Thanks, bro. Next chapter coming up real soon…
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teki
TS thanks for very nice share. Please keep up the good effort.
I shall try not to disappoint …..
Supper is the best meal!
I hardly venture to massage shops. Mainly because the up-selling by the masseur can be a kill-joy, and ultimately bad value. And this is after I have pre-established that the joint is reasonably clean (in a hygiene sense) and the location is not screaming out for attention, my other considerations. Maybe I’m just a picky, stingy punter.
It was a week before Chinese New Year. The festive mood was muted given the covid-19 situation and its enforced restrictions. One uneventful afternoon, I was looking for a quick “pick me up”. My buddy recommended that I checked-out
Baby
at a massage shop, he believed she ticked most of my boxes: a decent massage, pretty face, good body and high playability in a hygienic and mundane setting.
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The receptionist sat on her chair behind the counter, teasing me with half her breasts exposed in a loose top as I looked down at her after scanning in. She had a sweet tongue behind the mask she wore. Plus it was around CNY. What the heck, I’ll just part with $88. The recep called out for Baby.
The beaded curtains not far from the recep counter opened up and Baby appeared. I liked what I saw: alluring eyes behind the mask; long wavy hair highlighted in golden brown; a tight fitting black t-shirt suffocating what appeared to be well-endowed breasts, and a matching black, thin cotton track pants. She was about 1.6m tall and exuded a sexy feel overall.
“Gen wo shang lou ba” (come upstairs with me), Baby said. I walked two steps behind her as we made our way up a flight of stairs to the second level of the shophouse. I did not fail to notice her visible panty line and slightly perky ass.
“Xiao xin, man dian” (slowly, be careful), she turned her head sideways as we were half-way up the stairs. I was convinced it was a well-rehearsed move, her beautiful long hair swept aside appealingly, and the half-body-turn accentuating the outline of her breasts. Any hot blooded bloke would like “this move”.
Baby took me to the corner room and handed me a warm towel. I’ll wait for you outside, she said in Chinese, and closed the room door behind her. Moments later, I opened the door with the towel wrapped around my waist and Baby walked me to the bathroom at the opposite end of the corridor.
I peeped into the bathroom and was impressed – clean (not a single strand of hair to be found), polished and no bad odour. Baby smacked my backside playfully and said, I cleaned it myself! Somewhat amused, I stood there for a couple more seconds and Baby continued, I am not bathing for you!
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Baby was standing along the corridor when I finished my quick shower. She took my hand and we walked back to the corner room (wow, great customer service to hold hands to the room
). Put these on, she handed me a pair of disposable shorts. I will get you your hot tea, and she left the room.
So far so good. Pretty (as far as I can tell behind the mask), friendly and attentive attitude. I was looking forward to the massage, and perhaps getting physically acquainted with her increasingly desirable looking body.
I took a few sips of the lukewarm tea Baby brought before lying face down in a proper massage bed. Her massage skills were commendable, it was obvious she is a trained masseur, and she was able to soothe my genuinely tired back. She also constantly checked if I was comfortable with her strength and areas to focus on. Quite pro, I must say.
As I slept on the pillow Baby had just prepared, I saw her mask-less for the first time. She smiled sweetly, showing her slight dimples. Baby continued with her massage, and when it came to my thighs, her hand would go underneath the paper underwear I wore, accidently (?) brushing against my cock. Not surprisingly, my cock began to come alive. Then she gave me a stomach massage, again her hands making unconscious contact with my now-slightly erected dick.
Baby stepped closer to me and started working on my arm. From where I was, I was looking up at her twin peaks in that tight t-shirt. A well-defined tent emerged in my shorts.
“You gan jue la?” (you have feeling now?), Baby said, noticing my development. “Yao bu yao bang ni?” (shall I help you?), she continued cheekily. So far, I had been impressed and happy with everything. Without bothering to negotiate, I agreed to the additional $100 she asked.
Baby pulled the disposable shorts down to my ankles. Like a physician, she inspected my cock – she seemed pleased with its state of erection and symptoms of on-coming salivation. She then stroked my cock for good measure, causing it to harden even further.
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funfox
Another awesome contribution from TS. Same power ending but always refreshing to read the different circumstances leading to the sensual climax 😃😋
Thanks for your continuous support, bro!
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Baby pulled the disposable shorts down to my ankles. Like a physician, she inspected my cock – she seemed pleased with its state of erection and symptoms of on-coming salivation. She then stroked my cock for good measure, causing it to harden even further.
“En, wo men ke yi kai shi le” (yes, we can begin), Baby declared. She glanced at the door (there was a rectangular glass panel at the door) to make sure the coast was clear. Baby rolled up her tight t-shirt, and unfastened her bra, setting her breasts free. While I expected something bigger, I had no reason to dislike a decent pair of natural 34B. As I had expected after seeing the fair and smooth skin on her hands when she massaged me, her body was equally fair and smooth. There was a slight gloss on her body, which made her quite sexy (like a very light layer of oil on a naked body). Alas, it was her sweat…
Baby used wet wipes and cleaned her breasts before drying with a towel. She then applied some oil on my cock. Gradually, a shadow loomed over my head. Baby lowered her upper body over my head, with her nipples fast approaching my mouth. I seized the opportunity to extend my tongue to meet one of her nipples. Soon, I was gulping on her breast as Baby slowly tugged on my cock. She moved a bit to let me taste her other breast, and now she was massaging my cock with all her fingers, spreading the oil evenly along my whole thick shaft. She nibbled on my neck when she can as I continued to feast on her lovely, succulent boobs.
My right hand squeezed her buttocks and I could feel her panty line, I was beginning to get really horny. I attempted to put my hand into her track pants but was stopped. Nevertheless, she allowed me to finger her from outside her pants. I can only guess that she wore a thin, translucent-like panties, as my fingers could easily feel her vaginal opening.
Baby moaned seductively whilst we both multi-tasked – me sucking hard on one breast, one hand squeezing her other breast and my other hand rubbing frantically at her G-spot through her track pants. Baby was licking my neck and wanking me at the same time. In an uncoordinated fashion, I sprayed my massive sperm when I switched to grabbing both her breasts to experience the soft, warm sensation of attractive pair of 34B.
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Baby was back at the room with a fresh cup of warm tea when I finished my shower. She leaned against the partitioned wall and watched me change. As I was putting on one-leg of my underwear, she remarked “hao da” (really big), her eyes motioned at my dick. I continued wearing my underwear and had to manually (i.e. used my hand) adjust my cock so it parked comfortably within my bikini-style undie. Baby stepped up to me and squeezed my cock and balls very gently from outside my underwear. I began to have another hard-on. “Zai guo lai” (come over again), she whispered into my ear.
After getting fully dressed, I paid her and we exchanged WeChat contact. She initiated a tight hug, squashing her breasts fully on my chest. Holding my hand, Baby led me downstairs and saw me off at the main entrance.
I walked away from the shop briskly and turned right at the first side street. I was dying for a smoke. I picked a quiet spot outside a few shut shops and lighted my cigarette. It was 3pm, a good one hour after I first entered the massage shop. Not bad, she utilised almost the full hour with me. Massage, “ancillary” service and GFE were good, too. Playability was OK for a maiden visit. The place was fine by me as well. It was time for a late lunch.
As I ate my solo lunch, a WeChat message came in. It was Baby. “Man zou, “da” ge” (take it easy, “big” brother). I fully understood the inverted commas on the word “da” (big). The message ended with a phallic emoji.
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As I ate my solo lunch, a WeChat message came in. It was Baby. “Man zou, “da” ge” (take it easy, “big” brother). I fully understood the inverted commas on the word “da” (big). The message ended with a phallic emoji.
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I did not think about visiting Baby again. While it was a satisfying experience, there were other options for $188, and perhaps with even more “value add”.
“You kong lai kan wo ma?” (free to come see me?), read Baby’s message. It was over two weeks after my first (and only) visit to Baby. I wanted to be frank with Baby. The possible outcomes were she doesn’t contact me anymore, or she ups her game without upping the price.
“I like your service”, I started my reply in Chinese. “However, I can get similar services for far less (money), thank you for understanding”, I continued. I complimented her and did not reject her outright. It was ultimately her call, if she wanted to retain my patronage.
“Just pay for normal one hour massage $60 and pay me what you decide”, came Baby’s reply quickly. I was aware that around that time, business was slow at massage shops. Baby confirmed it in her subsequent reply. “I barely have customers, please try to support me”, she texted. The message ended with a teardrop emoji.
“See you tonight 9pm”, I replied. “Thank you”, she replied immediately.
I had a light dinner ahead that day. There were few cars on the road as I neared Baby’s shop. I found a street parking lot unusually easily in that area and walked the 20m towards Baby’s shop. The shop front was dark as I approached. I texted Baby. The door opened slightly and I saw Baby.
Save for a small lamp at the reception counter, the shop was dark, as if it was closed. The same receptionist manned the counter. She showed me half her breasts again. I scanned in and paid $60, there was no attempt to up-sell. Another masseur was resting at the sofa at the reception area. There was no one else. It felt like a private arrangement for me.
Baby, standing beside me all this while, grabbed my hand and we went upstairs, using the light from her mobile phone. This time, we used the room next to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and returned to the room. The whole place was dark except for the light in the assigned room.
Baby was in the room with a warm cup of tea. As I sipped my drink, she inched up and removed the towel around my waist. I was a little surprised. I did not have an erection, but my dick still hung out majestically. This time, I was not offered a pair of disposable shorts. She tapped on my butt and asked me to lay on the massage bed. From the moment I stepped into the shop, Baby did not have her mask on. Like they say, sometimes looks grow on you. I realized she is quite pretty.
Business is not good, boss wants us to cut down on utilities, explained Baby. And we don’t push our $88 package anymore, she added. True or not, I don’t know, but Baby claimed I was her second and last customer for the day. It was just past 9pm (the shop had to shut by 10.30pm).
The massage was as good as before. Baby was more relaxed and talkative this time around. Despite the gloomy business conditions, she kept a positive attitude. I was heartened by her positive mindset but cautioned her not to be overly optimistic. Covid was not going to go away anytime soon, I told her. So it might be better to have regular customers at a lower price, rather than hope for walk-in customers. I enjoyed chatting with Baby, she can be quite entertaining (mixture of being funny and sarcastic).
Since I was totally naked, Baby took the liberty to massage my whole buttocks; when I turned around later, she diligently massaged my thighs and teased my cock with her magical fingers. Naturally, I developed a massive hard-on.
I ran my hands from the small of her back to her buttocks. She wore a loose-fit t-shirt and track pants. With a little difficulty, I was able to put my hands up her t-shirt, on her back, to unhook her bra. Baby paused and stared at me.
“Gao shou!” (you’re skilled), she exclaimed with a wide grin. I was able to unhook her bra in a single motion while she was fully clothed.
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beneco
Must learn this skill!
Hi bro, a little tip: if you can master the art of eating roti prata with 3 fingers (thumb/index/middle), it should help to unhook a bra “by feel” (not by sight
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Don’t you want to fly to Guiyang to look for her? Or arrange to meet up at a “neutral” location in China? Shanghai, GZ or Beijing? Why not?
Can tell a different feel from your story and thought you might be more adventurous. (Or as adventurous as before).
Bro, it did cross my mind to visit XL in China. But I always wrestle with the concept of “Let It Be” – if she had not initiated/maintained contact after returning home, I won’t contact her. Coz sometimes people don’t want to be reminded of their past, especially if it’s not something to be proud of. That said, there is a small number of ladies who still keep in touch with me through the years. I meet them (in China) when I can.
Ironically, I was in Guiyang about 2yr plus after XL went home, for a work trip. A few days prior to arriving in GY, I did WeChat XL. She did not reply. I assumed she chose not to reply, or as in some cases, it was a “work” WeChat account that was not used after their Singapore stint…
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“Gao shou!” (you’re skilled), she exclaimed with a wide grin. I was able to unhook her bra in a single motion while she was fully clothed.
That night, she wore a strapless bar, so it was easy to remove it from her body. We skipped the hand massage part as I pulled Baby towards me. She pulled up her t-shirt and wiped her breasts with a wet towel that she had previously prepared (I thought it was for wiping my cock later on, but never-mind…).
My cock was already oily as Baby had been fiddling with it earlier. She placed her breasts near my face, but not close enough for me to lick it. Her fingers were circling the rim of my cock, and I felt the urge to bite those nipples just inches away from my mouth. My pent-up lust got directed to her pussy. I slipped my hands into the front of her track pants, immediately feeling the cosy warmness of her private area outside her panties. She did not protest. As I cautiously slipped my finger underneath her panties, she buried her breasts onto my face…..
The collective feeling of slight suffocation, my fingers toying with her damp love hole, and her fingers sliding up and down my oily shaft can only be described as heavenly. While I am not into extreme sex games, I began to understand why some form of suffocation can take you higher.
Baby moved her breasts away from my face before I ran out of oxygen. She lowered her pants down to her knee cap so I could more conveniently access her pussy. But she refused to let me pull her panties down. Still, it was a step up from the last visit where I could not even touch her vagina, let alone see and feel it now.
My right hand played with the outer walls of Baby’s moist pussy, and my left hand squeezed her breast. Though my body was in an awkward position, I didn’t care as long as my sexual senses were fully ignited and gainfully engaged. Baby applied more oil on my dick and kept sliding my cock at a teasing pace, the kind where it’s not aggressive enough to cause a sperm-laden eruption, but slowing “taking you there”. Pre-high, I would say.
She was also paying homage to my cock, waxing lyrical about its size, shape, texture and firmness. I stole a glance at my own dick and I must admit I was proud of that thick, long thing covered with oil as her tiny fingers molested it from the tip to the balls.
My fingers were soiled with Baby’s cunt juice and I decided to finger fuck her to relieve her of the agony of being left high yet unfulfilled. She had a slightly angry look but at the same time she was unable to camouflage her expression of lusty delight. She looked like she was about to protest but instead of words, moans came out of her mouth.
As my fingers explored the inner sanctuary of her love tunnel, Baby moaned louder and wanked my cock at top speed, causing an explosion of sperm which partially landed on my chest.
Baby’s beige-coloured panties were visibly stained with her own cunt juice. Inevitably, I accidently wiped more juice onto her panties as I withdrew my finger from her pussy. I looked sheepishly at her, half expecting to be scolded. Fortunately for me, she quickly wiped her sperm-stained hand on the towel and pulled up her pants.
Baby shook her head and muttered, “gao shou” (which can be contextualized as “Masterful”)(I think she likes those 2 words). The slightly angry look gave way to a fuzzy glow. She was unable to hide her pleasure.
I hopped next door to wash off the oil and sperm on my body. Like before, Baby waited for me in the room with a fresh cup of warm tea when I returned to the room. I took a sip and placed the cup on the table. Baby went behind me and removed the towel around my waist and helped me wipe dry my back.
I turned around, stark naked. My cock was spent, but it still retained a certain length and firmness, at least enough to impress Baby. She handed me my underwear, jeans and t-shirt, and watched me change. I did not feel uncomfortable. I actually felt a closeness with Baby, as if I had known her for more than the combined two hours from the sole past and just completed sessions.
I tipped Baby $60 (down from the $100 a few weeks ago), she accepted it gracefully. I felt $60 + $60 was reasonable. It was one-third cheaper than the $188 that I paid the last time.
Leaving the shop, I began to think maybe I could go further with Baby, but certainly not at the shop as she seemed cautious (I found out the receptionist was the boss, who occasionally checked on the masseurs who were not allowed to offer full services).
First visit, in the afternoon, was good. Second visit, after dinner, was better (and cheaper). Perhaps a late night supper appointment – after the shop was closed – might be interesting…..
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First visit, in the afternoon, was good. Second visit, after dinner, was better (and cheaper). Perhaps a late night supper appointment – after the shop was closed – might be interesting…..
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The “supper opportunity” presented itself some three weeks after I last visited Baby.
One of my buddies is a professional photographer. As a freelancer, he does not maintain an office, he operates on-site or at rented spaces. He had a few projects for product shots, and knowing that I had preferential rates at certain hotels, he asked that I booked a suite on his behalf at a 5-star hotel, which technically can be cheaper (and more conducive) than renting studio space for a full-day shoot.
I managed to secure an early check-in at 10am (not that suites were fully booked during covid). Passing him the room key card, I reminded him that he (and his assistants) needed to vacate the suite by 7pm. I went back to the hotel at 6pm and they were done shooting. They would return the next morning to dismantle the lighting/equipment/backdrop as they had to disband to attend to other matters.
Save for the large living room, where the gear was set-up, and the powder room (toilet), the suite was mostly untouched. I called housekeeping to request for a “touch up” of the suite, replenishing the coffee capsules, used cups and the like.
Earlier on that day, I had contacted Baby. I informed her I wanted to book her privately. She welcomed it enthusiastically, “dang ran ke yi ya!” (sure, of course!). She had two conditions, though – it had to be after the massage shop closed, and for a 3-hour block to make it worthwhile for her. We agreed on $300 “for a professional fully body oil massage and other related services (as in “xiang guan fu wu”) within 3 hours”. I was amused by how she scoped her services. It was rather broad and somewhat ambiguous. But I liked it
Neither Baby, nor I, remotely insinuated anything sexual in our texts, but I guess we both left it open ended. However, for clarity, she added “wo zhi wei ni fu wu, bu neng you qi ta ren” (I only service you, and no one else). As I am not into gang-bang or orgy sessions, or having an audience to observe my session, I assured her I will be alone.
Baby texted me just after 10pm; there were no more customers at the shop, which had to close at 10.30pm, so she/the staff had started cleaning the shop. She estimated she could meet me by 11pm.
Ten minutes to 11, Baby texted, in Chinese, “I am close to your hotel, see you at the taxi stand.” I had instructed Baby to let me know in advance prior to arriving at the hotel. At that hour, all the F & B outlets were closed, thus it would be more convenient if I met her at the taxi stand and we walk into the hotel together (she does not speak English). I was also hoping Baby did not dress too seductively that security may want to ask questions.
Baby wore a body hugging t-shirt and slim jeans with high heels. She also wore a baseball cap, and everything was black in colour, including her mask, giving her a trendy and slightly mysterious aura. After meeting her at the taxi stand, we held hands and strolled the short distance to the hotel entrance. I flashed my room key card at the security person before Baby and I did our safe entry. We looked like a normal couple. “Have a nice evening”, the hotel staff said.
Baby liked the suite. She looked at the (photography) gear and asked jokingly if I was going to photograph her. She then checked out the kitchen, and the study, which led to the bedroom.
Can I smoke, Baby asked me, as she made her way back to the living room and admiring the flower arrangement on the coffee table. It was out of courtesy. I had been smoking in the room and the ashtray already had a few butts. Baby kicked-off her heels and rested her legs across the 3-seater sofa. She took out her cigarettes from her handbag. Before she lighted up, she unbuttoned hear jeans and heaved a sigh of relief. I was hoping she would unzip too, but it did not happen. With her hair down, light make-up and body hugging clothes, Baby did not look like a masseur. She was not bad looking, too. If I were at a bar, I would have chatted her up.
I only had three customers all day, Baby told me. So it’s nice of you to book me privately, I don’t have to share the (massage) fees with the boss, she added. She was still intrigued why I had the suite and stuff. To put her mind at ease, I told her it was all (office) work, and I really wanted a good massage after a hard day’s work, so it was natural that I invited her over. In turn, Baby said although I was a relatively new customer (only two visits at the shop), she felt comfortable with me. She also claimed to have given me a discount in visiting me. Baby is street-smart and a smooth talker. I felt good knowing I was dealing with someone who knows what she was doing, and what she was potentially getting into…..
I moved from my seat and slide-up to Baby in the big sofa she occupied. Turning on my charm, I looked her in the eyes and stroked her long wavy hair. Let me help you with a hot shower, it will make you feel more relaxed.
“Hao ba” (ok then), Baby replied. As gently as I had stroked her hair, I squatted by the sofa and rested my hands on her stomach for a few seconds. She looked at me innocently and managed a weak smile. I slowly moved my hands away from her stomach and began to unzip her jeans. Baby allowed me to undress her. I was careful not to remove her panties together with her tight jeans. The jeans came off. I stood up and Baby automatically raised her hands skywards, allowing me to remove her top. She wore a matching set of lingerie, the lacy type which would give any hot-blooded man a serious hard-on. The black coloured lingerie contrasted seductively with her fair, smooth complexion. My cock was suffocating. It was erected and pushing hard, really hard, against my underwear and jeans.
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