Gentlemen, long-time lurker, thanks for the helpful postings.
A lazy afternoon. In my dream, I found myself with a partner out of town, lunching on Korean noodles outside the District, and, wanting to complete the experience, before I knew it, circling a K.
Caveat here, it wasn't the first time I've dreamed of FS at an AMP. It was however the first time I've had a sober vision of said activity. For the curious, handshakes down south make a nice interruption for a long drive. Oh, and I'm completely disease-free.
Anyway, past two, I might be the first one there. Mamasan greets, 'you been here before? ' (I think. I was pretty much rushed in to a room on the left before I could get the lie out.) Gal comes in, I suppose it was Phoebe*--long straight hair, very nice body, decent face, never asked her name, sorry. She wore heels and a bikini. I'm a bit tall, she's I guess 5', may have been why she wore heels. Maybe she always wears heels. Not into shoes, just thought it was different.
Gal requests $60. I pull 3 Jacksons. She asks, "want everything? " I hand over five more. She takes, leaves, I undress. On return, hand-in-hand, we walk to the TS area. It's all good, water, soap, the mystery is away but parts of me are still pleased to be noticed. Decent massage, she works my upper back quite well, eventually stripping down to rub the tips of her nipples against me (this was good.) On the flip, an oddity. My favorite appendage had been drooling at the thought of her, so before paying it closer attention, she wiped it with a cloth. Then the side of the shaft was licked, then the cloth, then side licked, then the cloth, then the balls. Then the cloth.
Somewhere during this process, I got the impression I should not ask for a BBJTC, as a certain moodiness was apparent. I was suddenly wrapped. She discouraged touching of another fun area and lubed herself. We faced off on the table, in a sort of faux-Kama Sutra hug, and finally she climbs on me.
What followed was about 10-15 minutes of typical Asian couple sex (minus kissing, of course.) You know, her setting the rhythm from up high, me matching it, providing guidance with my hands at her sides, the pair of us looking for maybe an angle that might just get her where she needs to be. That didn't happen, but finally she propped up a bit, banged out a finish, wiped, discarded, yawned, "baby gotta go. " As I was almost to the door, she remembered we needed to hug.
Now, I was probably her first customer of the morning. It'd been a few weeks for me, and I suppose I'll look elsewhere tomorrow or the day after.
Wasn't quite what I was after. But not bad. 8/6?