Amazing girl. But its the last time
After my recent issue with an African scam in Marina, I decided to head back to well tried and tested avenues in Deira.
I'd stayed in contact with a girl who used to be a great provider at the Distance Marker, and when she arrived back in Dubai recently I had to pay her a visit. She'd returned to work at a place nr the clock tower in a spa located inside a building which has the name of now retired supersonic airliner. The spa is named after the main female character in Charles Dickens' "Oliver".
On arrival I was met by a familiar faced receptionist who took care of house VIP room fees.
Seeing her again was all I had wanted it to be. She had maintained her excellent figure, still had great enhanced rack, and her massage service started with long strokes of her hands in all the right places and her tongue probing all my favorite places. As things progressed and we both got more frisky we were keen to return to ploughing her fantastic field. But she had no cover for my fella. This led to lots of extra teasing and rubbing across her and general sounds of "oh baby, but I want you to fu*k me" feelings. And then it all went bad when she started to encourage me to enter her bareback. It was of course, incredibly tempting with the blood all rushing to the fella. And there is absolutely no question that she was happy for me to go in uncovered as she tried to pull me inside 3-4 times and even going so far to ask me if I was clean.
Fortunately, I kept thinking with the head on my shoulders, and so decided to finish over her tits. But, of course this now leads me to the conclusion that she offers a bareback service which is just a huge disappointment, and will mean that this is my last visit to this great girl. It's just not worth the risk.
Great session, and I think this spa is a much better environment that the old distance marker. Highly recommend the venue, but not the girl.
Weekend Marina Double Header.
I appreciate a bit of upselling from time to time. When I lived in west London, the dry-cleaner's wife who minded the counter on a Saturday would always ask me when dropping off my suits if I wanted a special hand finish for an extra few quid. As she had a nice smile and huge whoppers, I always readily agreed. To be honest, I never did find out what the special hand finish was.
So I checked out a place in the Marina yesterday which I've written about a couple of times. It's very out in the open, along the tram route, but that type of thing isn't really bothering me any more.
Was offered oil massage AED250 for one hour, or VIP for AED300 +15 minutes. I asked the Thai MILF sort at the counter to explain what VIP was, and in a garbled explanation she said something like the lady will help the man finish, in the shower and scrub. Sold!
I was shown to the room by Miss Whoppers who was also a little chunky, but I wouldn't have complained if it was her delivering the service.
So after I disrobed, in walks quite a plain looking PRC, with a boyish figure and no evidence of Whoppers. Massage was just ok, absolutely zero conversation, and the mood was so flat that when the offer of extra massage came up, I told the girl I didn't want it. So 45 minutes in, she shows me into an adjoining room set up like a hamman, asks me to take off my shorts and lay dawn, rinsed me off, and then did scrub, followed by shampoo. Now this felt quite pleasant and I started getting aroused, and the offer of HJ came about again. Water off, and luckily I came quickly as I was beginning to feel quite cold. Turned on front, scrub and shampoo, and then that was the hour up. So the +15 minutes VIP is nicked from the hour that you already bought. Looks like I missed the smallprint.
Despite the girl, I really liked the finish, and the fact the VIP part happened in an adjoining room.
Today I wanted to return, and made up my mind that I would ask for a Thai lady. Different receptionist suggests I take a PRC, and I say no Thai please, her reply. She will bring a PRC and if I don't like, then she will bring Thailand. I stood my ground and she seemed hacked off about it.
I was glad I stood my ground, because Miss J was bright, bubbly, quite attractive, modest be cups (which I never got to play with). Delivered better massage, AED200 for what was a purely functional HJ, and a head massage which almost put me to sleep. Into the hamman, and started on my front. As I flipped over, she gave me some good attention around the privates, and even though I was rock hard, I started to see, which made her giggle. I guess when you got to go, you got to go.
We went back into the massage room and MissJ was kind enough to dry me off with a towel personally.
WIR? Yes but only for MissJ or MissA, a different Thai who I encountered on a previous visit.