Pompal 09.
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I saw this ad: http://calgary.en.craigslist.ca/ths/2790754711.html
Being that I've always wanted to TOFTT as a way to contribute to the group, I called the number and a very sweet woman answered the phone. I asked how much for an hour massage and she replied $70.00. Because her voice alone gave me a boner, I asked how much she charges for a HJ. She replied, “I’m going to get in trouble.” It was then and there that I knew it was a pooner’s joint. Usually, legit massages pretend not to know what a HJ is. But then again, I could be wrong.
The place was fairly accessible off Macleod Trail by Chinook Mall. Strangely enough, if you go in past 7pm, the front of the building is locked. I called her and she came down to let me in. The moment I walked in the building, the neighboring units are law offices, security contractors, health care and the sorts, which gave me an impression that her unit is in the midst of a typical office corporate center.
She led me in, and I noticed right away that there was a pair of boots at the entrance mat. “Hmmm, here we go again,” I thought. The unit is divided into two massage room and the outside of those rooms are Japanese blinds that created a little corner office for her. As soon as I went in, she gave me some magazines and told me she will be back in 15 minutes. On the floor, there were a variety of hand-held massagers, that if you were looking through your peripheral vision, they almost seemed like dildos. In any case, good thing I had my iphone to entertain me.
15 minutes later, she entered and I proceeded to remove all my clothing including my underwear. She did not object. Tina, as she introduced herself to me, is around mid 40’s (not including the 5 year age buffer zone), but I got the impression that she was not advertising herself as a younger girl. In other words, or at least I thought, she was a MILF. Oddly enough, for a woman her age, she was cute.
She started pouring oil on my back and started to “pat” my back and then I felt a nudge of her elbow. It continued on for another 5 minutes this way and I started to realize that it was not going to get better. So I asked her what kind of services she provide with tips. She told me that she is a registered massage therapist and she does not do those kinds of things. So I said, “Can I then just get half hour massage?” and she agreed without resistance. Then she had asked me to flip over and she gave me a pillow.
I started getting confused. I was naked and my dick is in full view and she started massaging my stomach, my legs, while completely bypassing my groin. She then whispered in my ear, “I want to make you happy…are you sad?” of which I quickly replied “No. But I’m sorry as I thought you give happy endings.” I turned my face to the side. My eyes were closed and when I opened it, her face was within inches to me. She started smiling and giggling and in broken English, told me I was handsome. I told her that it is nice to hear that. I asked her if she liked me and she started giggling again and told me “Yes.”
I don’t know what came over me, but the moment her face got closer once again, I kissed her, and surprisingly, she started making out with me. I asked her to open her mouth so I can stick my tongue in and she opened it wide as if she was at a dentist’s chair. I started laughing and I slowly closed her mouth with two fingers, just enough for me to slide my tongue in. I slowly took her hand and moved it over my dick, which at this point is starting to feel aroused. She said, “I’m scared. I do not know what to do once you become horny.” I quickly reassured her that it is okay. She then told me, “Show me how to do it.”
Folks, I kid you not, I taught her how to hold my erect cock, how to apply some pressure just enough to create a pleasurable friction. She was very happy. She was looking at my dick with great intent – as if it was a science project. She started stroking it faster and faster, and she started tonging me more on her own, until I came.
After I came, she did not know what to do. She was looking at her fingers with my load dripping all over her hand. She ran out and came back with some hot towels and cleaned me off. As soon as I’m outside the room, I told her not to kiss her customers – but just me. She said, “I know.” I told her “Next time, I want to be inside you.” She jokingly slap me in the arm, “But I’m going to be in trouble.”
Overall damage: $90.00 ($40 ½ hour massage plus $50.00 tip). As soon as I got to my block, took a quick detour for a pint, to absorb how incredibly lucky I was to get a newbie who really liked me, and for me to have the opportunity to teach. I really like her too. She told me she had another girl with her. Maybe I can check her out too next time. But with the way things went, I have a sneaky suspicion that I'm going to be seeing her again, regardless of the lousy massage.
Being that I've always wanted to TOFTT as a way to contribute to the group, I called the number and a very sweet woman answered the phone. I asked how much for an hour massage and she replied $70.00. Because her voice alone gave me a boner, I asked how much she charges for a HJ. She replied, “I’m going to get in trouble.” It was then and there that I knew it was a pooner’s joint. Usually, legit massages pretend not to know what a HJ is. But then again, I could be wrong.
The place was fairly accessible off Macleod Trail by Chinook Mall. Strangely enough, if you go in past 7pm, the front of the building is locked. I called her and she came down to let me in. The moment I walked in the building, the neighboring units are law offices, security contractors, health care and the sorts, which gave me an impression that her unit is in the midst of a typical office corporate center.
She led me in, and I noticed right away that there was a pair of boots at the entrance mat. “Hmmm, here we go again,” I thought. The unit is divided into two massage room and the outside of those rooms are Japanese blinds that created a little corner office for her. As soon as I went in, she gave me some magazines and told me she will be back in 15 minutes. On the floor, there were a variety of hand-held massagers, that if you were looking through your peripheral vision, they almost seemed like dildos. In any case, good thing I had my iphone to entertain me.
15 minutes later, she entered and I proceeded to remove all my clothing including my underwear. She did not object. Tina, as she introduced herself to me, is around mid 40’s (not including the 5 year age buffer zone), but I got the impression that she was not advertising herself as a younger girl. In other words, or at least I thought, she was a MILF. Oddly enough, for a woman her age, she was cute.
She started pouring oil on my back and started to “pat” my back and then I felt a nudge of her elbow. It continued on for another 5 minutes this way and I started to realize that it was not going to get better. So I asked her what kind of services she provide with tips. She told me that she is a registered massage therapist and she does not do those kinds of things. So I said, “Can I then just get half hour massage?” and she agreed without resistance. Then she had asked me to flip over and she gave me a pillow.
I started getting confused. I was naked and my dick is in full view and she started massaging my stomach, my legs, while completely bypassing my groin. She then whispered in my ear, “I want to make you happy…are you sad?” of which I quickly replied “No. But I’m sorry as I thought you give happy endings.” I turned my face to the side. My eyes were closed and when I opened it, her face was within inches to me. She started smiling and giggling and in broken English, told me I was handsome. I told her that it is nice to hear that. I asked her if she liked me and she started giggling again and told me “Yes.”
I don’t know what came over me, but the moment her face got closer once again, I kissed her, and surprisingly, she started making out with me. I asked her to open her mouth so I can stick my tongue in and she opened it wide as if she was at a dentist’s chair. I started laughing and I slowly closed her mouth with two fingers, just enough for me to slide my tongue in. I slowly took her hand and moved it over my dick, which at this point is starting to feel aroused. She said, “I’m scared. I do not know what to do once you become horny.” I quickly reassured her that it is okay. She then told me, “Show me how to do it.”
Folks, I kid you not, I taught her how to hold my erect cock, how to apply some pressure just enough to create a pleasurable friction. She was very happy. She was looking at my dick with great intent – as if it was a science project. She started stroking it faster and faster, and she started tonging me more on her own, until I came.
After I came, she did not know what to do. She was looking at her fingers with my load dripping all over her hand. She ran out and came back with some hot towels and cleaned me off. As soon as I’m outside the room, I told her not to kiss her customers – but just me. She said, “I know.” I told her “Next time, I want to be inside you.” She jokingly slap me in the arm, “But I’m going to be in trouble.”
Overall damage: $90.00 ($40 ½ hour massage plus $50.00 tip). As soon as I got to my block, took a quick detour for a pint, to absorb how incredibly lucky I was to get a newbie who really liked me, and for me to have the opportunity to teach. I really like her too. She told me she had another girl with her. Maybe I can check her out too next time. But with the way things went, I have a sneaky suspicion that I'm going to be seeing her again, regardless of the lousy massage.