Sup my fellow hump day sufferers!
Got a real bad case of the mid week blues and the shitty weather didn't help either. I was feeling totally miserable and a tampon shy of being a total raggy koont. The greatest thing about having friends that hobby, they know when it's time for a coital cure and press the issue for those mongers stuck in a menstral rut. My hombre, the dark lord of the dirty fingers insisted we travel up north and east for the Eastern European remedy to end the fatman Wednesday doldrums. I reluctantly agreed to my benefit.
On our way to the Cossack love shack, I inquired to who will be on duty. It was the new girl Lisa and the legendary Mila of course. LT showed me the pics to refresh my limited memory of her. I saw this waifish, tall peroxide blonde in a variety of sultry poses. On a normal day I would be impressed, but today I was just meh! about her and started whining and asking about her skills since she is a bit of an unknown commodity. Canti in his usual supportive way screamed out, "just check her out you #$@^% !!! and if your still an unhappy @#^$, you can take Mila you @#% !!!!" (I am paraphrasing).
Anyhoot, we get over to her walk up and we are met by the lovely Mila and she introduces us to Lisa. Lisa is a tall (5' 9"), waifish blonde courtesy of Clairol. She is a classical Eastern Euro beauty with milky white skin wearing a very favorable fishnet-garter and lace bra. Despite her good looks, I was still sorta meh! about her. Perhaps it was the fact I don't know squat about her rub skills or I was being a beeotch or both. My dissatisfaction must have been obvious cuz I saw Canti in my periphery mouthing out one his manly compliments at me, so I caved into peer pressure and grabbed Lisa and went to the other room.
I took a quick wash and hopped on the table. Lisa was very friendly, spoke more than capable English and was in the states for schooling. I silently prayed to the massage gods she would say she is taking graduate courses in Kinesiology, but alas she was here to learn English (aren't they all ?). The rub was very light and caressing. At first I was just so-so about it, but she kept at it and it became more and more sensual with every passing minute. She mixed the gentle scratching with body to body rubbing. I looked over to the mirror to get a better glimpse of her body and noticed she sneakily removed her top. She is on the the thin side with lovely A cups and lickable nips, but I would define her body more yoga/pilates instructor than anorexic as she had muscle tone and not just bones. She saw my positive response to the body to body rub, so she upped it to licking to my legs, body, neck and ear. That sent my blood completely south and I had to flip or risk permanent injury.
On the flip, she took off her thong to reveal a lovely landing strip. For the record, the curtain did not match the drapes . She continued the licking, this time on my front with a lot of teasing around my little guy while making lots of eye contact. She lapped up the berries but no twig and dragged her tongue from my belly button to the nips and spent a long time on those man udders to my delight. She hopped on the table and rubbed her kitty all over my body at the same time giving me those fantastic Russian bedroom eyes of hers. This was a like a high end naked private lap dance. She has great skills in the sensual end. I was so enamored by her skills, I wanted to reciprocate so I dined on her very cute full labia kitty. She was very responsive the oral stimulation, but digital play was difficult cause it was so tight just getting one finger in. I made a good college try for the deuce hole but was rejected after I got to the first knuckle of the index finger...oh well. I continued to dine a wee bit longer until all my mid-week tension had escaped. She playfully and somewhat painfully continued stroking me to ensure I was completely on empty. She gave me the standard alcohol clean up and I wobbled to the shower to wash off the oil/lotion combo. I dressed gave her a final kiss goodbye and grabbed my wingman and suffered with his I told you so! BS through out dinner. Despite all that, it certainly was a great cure to the mid-week blues. Thanks Canti, you are a brother!
Nighty-nite