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What the hell...
Since jr and I are always on the prowl for new experiences, the relatively recent opening of a new parlor on Parc intrigued me. I'd driven by the Abaca salon a few times and thought I should give it a try. So I noted the number and decided to call early one morning. The woman on the phone was friendly and fairly informative, despite the fact that she did not seem to know that much about the girls working there that day. She assured me however that the three girls there would be presented to me and that I could pick. So I figured what the hell...
Found parking close by, put a loonie in the meter and got two hours. Walked around the corner to the salon, which is in a basement storefront. The door was locked, but the doorbell brought the receptionist to answer almost instantly (good, I hate waiting outside storefronts on busy streets with MASSAGE in large letters above my head). Once again, the receptionist, whose name I forget (not one of the girls for sure, a little older and not at all the type IMHO), was very friendly and took me into one of the "newly decorated rooms" to see if I liked it. The new pinkish orange paint did not quite hide the dinginess of the basement location and she added that there were "water problems" in this room and that a spill on the floor had left things damp. Indeed, a wicker mat on the floor seemed a little moldy and I would later notice a telltale mildewy smell (we've all smelled it in places like Decelles and Lotus for example). โ We have an opening special, $45 for an hour she saysโ, so again I decide what the hell, lets see what the girls look like.
She leaves and two girls come in to introduce themselves. Alexia is 5'10 in her flats, clearly Russian, jeans, blouse, fairly plain face. She does not really turn my crank. Angรฉlique is Quรฉbรฉcoise, 5'7", wearing a bra and panties under a negligee, beautiful face, curly blonde hair and tiny perky breasts. She is not really my cup of tea either, but what the hell, I'm here so I pick her...
I take my shower only to discover that the towel provided is the size of a "small" postage stamp... it is also damp since its been hanging in this damp room. The water problem ends up being drips from the door of the shower, which liberally drench the floor when you open the door to get out. I'm starting to have a bad feeling about this, but what can I do? I dry off as best I can and lay on the table.
Angรฉlique comes in and immediately sets out to explain her "options". She will get naked after the turn for 40 while I self serve (jr cringes at the thought), she will put on a "naked erotic show" at arms length before dealing with jr for 60, or for 80 she will get naked, on the table, full contact massage and erotic show with "positions". Positions? Jr is intrigued by this, but I'm sure that she does not mean mish or doggy! "Do you mean that youโll give me a Thai massage", I say. "Yes, yes, full contact and you can touch too". This seems a little weird, but what the hell, I'm here... so I take the $80 option.
Angรฉlique's massage is on the better side of a sensual massage, but it is far from therapeutic. She spends the requisite amount of time on all the right parts, but the massage is far too weak and her technique is rudimentary. As she moves to my head and leans over to do my back, my arms reach out to grab her ass... wait a minute this isn't lingerie... its her bathing suit! Fine then, my hands reach under to caress her ass, but she moves away.. fair enough we have not turned yet and she has not disrobed. So far all I've felt on my body are her hands and when she attempts to use them to tease me she does it rather awkwardly. By the time she asks me to turn, jr is fast asleep and I'm wondering where this is going.
She does a minor striptease taking off her suit and she does reveal a beautiful toned and young body (I'd say 22-24). Her tits are small but she has beautiful nipples and as I touch them they respond. She is up on the table with me and things look like fun. It turns out that positions means she positions herself so I can watch her fondle herself, or that she waves the Y in front of my face. But all this is done rather quickly, and each time I touch her she moves. She does rub her body against mine but only briefly and without any oil (not much fun). I spend the next ten minutes trying to follow as she jumps around the table. She is more elusive than a liberal bagman in front of a Royal Commission! The positions get more and more ridiculous and none of this is very erotic. Finally she says, wait Iโll get some oil and she goes to work on jr in what becomes a rather mechanical hj. Then, its back into the faulty shower and to the same postage stamp towelโฆ Angรฉlique tries to chat me up as I dress, but my overriding impression is that she really does not have a clue what sheโs doing!
The receptionist gives me a frequent flyer card on the way out and I think, yeah right! Walk back to the car and see that there is still 1 hour and ten minutes leftโฆ Apparently, the special is also 45 minutes instead of an hour. Oh well, I tell jr we can always go to the gym and watch the milfs workoutโฆ heโs not impressed.
Angรฉlique, cute but mechanical and no techniqueโฆ Abacaโฆ another rather dingy place. Maybe more mileage with other girls, but only if โerotic showsโ are not a house specialty.
Gman
Since jr and I are always on the prowl for new experiences, the relatively recent opening of a new parlor on Parc intrigued me. I'd driven by the Abaca salon a few times and thought I should give it a try. So I noted the number and decided to call early one morning. The woman on the phone was friendly and fairly informative, despite the fact that she did not seem to know that much about the girls working there that day. She assured me however that the three girls there would be presented to me and that I could pick. So I figured what the hell...
Found parking close by, put a loonie in the meter and got two hours. Walked around the corner to the salon, which is in a basement storefront. The door was locked, but the doorbell brought the receptionist to answer almost instantly (good, I hate waiting outside storefronts on busy streets with MASSAGE in large letters above my head). Once again, the receptionist, whose name I forget (not one of the girls for sure, a little older and not at all the type IMHO), was very friendly and took me into one of the "newly decorated rooms" to see if I liked it. The new pinkish orange paint did not quite hide the dinginess of the basement location and she added that there were "water problems" in this room and that a spill on the floor had left things damp. Indeed, a wicker mat on the floor seemed a little moldy and I would later notice a telltale mildewy smell (we've all smelled it in places like Decelles and Lotus for example). โ We have an opening special, $45 for an hour she saysโ, so again I decide what the hell, lets see what the girls look like.
She leaves and two girls come in to introduce themselves. Alexia is 5'10 in her flats, clearly Russian, jeans, blouse, fairly plain face. She does not really turn my crank. Angรฉlique is Quรฉbรฉcoise, 5'7", wearing a bra and panties under a negligee, beautiful face, curly blonde hair and tiny perky breasts. She is not really my cup of tea either, but what the hell, I'm here so I pick her...
I take my shower only to discover that the towel provided is the size of a "small" postage stamp... it is also damp since its been hanging in this damp room. The water problem ends up being drips from the door of the shower, which liberally drench the floor when you open the door to get out. I'm starting to have a bad feeling about this, but what can I do? I dry off as best I can and lay on the table.
Angรฉlique comes in and immediately sets out to explain her "options". She will get naked after the turn for 40 while I self serve (jr cringes at the thought), she will put on a "naked erotic show" at arms length before dealing with jr for 60, or for 80 she will get naked, on the table, full contact massage and erotic show with "positions". Positions? Jr is intrigued by this, but I'm sure that she does not mean mish or doggy! "Do you mean that youโll give me a Thai massage", I say. "Yes, yes, full contact and you can touch too". This seems a little weird, but what the hell, I'm here... so I take the $80 option.
Angรฉlique's massage is on the better side of a sensual massage, but it is far from therapeutic. She spends the requisite amount of time on all the right parts, but the massage is far too weak and her technique is rudimentary. As she moves to my head and leans over to do my back, my arms reach out to grab her ass... wait a minute this isn't lingerie... its her bathing suit! Fine then, my hands reach under to caress her ass, but she moves away.. fair enough we have not turned yet and she has not disrobed. So far all I've felt on my body are her hands and when she attempts to use them to tease me she does it rather awkwardly. By the time she asks me to turn, jr is fast asleep and I'm wondering where this is going.
She does a minor striptease taking off her suit and she does reveal a beautiful toned and young body (I'd say 22-24). Her tits are small but she has beautiful nipples and as I touch them they respond. She is up on the table with me and things look like fun. It turns out that positions means she positions herself so I can watch her fondle herself, or that she waves the Y in front of my face. But all this is done rather quickly, and each time I touch her she moves. She does rub her body against mine but only briefly and without any oil (not much fun). I spend the next ten minutes trying to follow as she jumps around the table. She is more elusive than a liberal bagman in front of a Royal Commission! The positions get more and more ridiculous and none of this is very erotic. Finally she says, wait Iโll get some oil and she goes to work on jr in what becomes a rather mechanical hj. Then, its back into the faulty shower and to the same postage stamp towelโฆ Angรฉlique tries to chat me up as I dress, but my overriding impression is that she really does not have a clue what sheโs doing!
The receptionist gives me a frequent flyer card on the way out and I think, yeah right! Walk back to the car and see that there is still 1 hour and ten minutes leftโฆ Apparently, the special is also 45 minutes instead of an hour. Oh well, I tell jr we can always go to the gym and watch the milfs workoutโฆ heโs not impressed.
Angรฉlique, cute but mechanical and no techniqueโฆ Abacaโฆ another rather dingy place. Maybe more mileage with other girls, but only if โerotic showsโ are not a house specialty.
Gman