Been there and received FS
[QUOTE=West Chair]May I know what is this korean place that you mentioned? Is it Este Feel?[/QUOTE]Was there two weeks ago, third time and this time the girl asked for additional Y3, 000 and received FS. I was surprised as my Japanese isn't that great, but she started with BBJ and then slipped on a cover and then got on top for the ride then mis. And then doggy. Was great. Will be back.
A novice's few days in Tokyo
Whilst prepping for a short and unexpected business trip to Japan, I closely read the forum and was intrigued by all the discussion of how to find Supergirls. I got on Google Earth and found the locomotive without trouble. It simplified part one of the sortie as my hotel was in the area and I wouldn't have to navigate the underground system at all.But that is just background. I was with a fluid group and straying from the pack was not on. Most left by Wednesday and on Thursday I was down to one trusted buddy. We found the locomotive at Shimbashi Station and the neighborhood across the street. We decided to settle on a massage. He is a cheapskate; I am less so. After a neighborhood sushi-sashimi and sake dinner (less than ?15 a head, not bad) at a salaryman dive, we split up. He went for the street gals, who were offering a ?5, 000 massagi at 9 pm A little negotiation got that down to ?3, 000. But, as he found out, it was a ten minute in and out and the gal never even took off her topcoat! He was not amused but had the good sense not to make a scene. I on the other hand climbed the stairs to a massage parlour on a cross street and paid ?10, 000 for was promised to be a one hour sensual massage. She lied about sensual. The massage itself was very good until the flip (45 minutes into the deal), at which time the upsell came. Another ?5, 000 was required and it was obvious that there would be no roaming, etc. The upsell had destroyed my mood and I politely but firmly told the gal to continue on with her excellent FBM and we'd skip any erotic content. And so it was. Caveat emptor where Shimbashi massage is concerned.By Friday evening I was on my own and opted for an outcall service. TMS-Massage. Google it for the website. I called about 1700 and set up a massage with all the trimmings for 2100. (A massage is morally OK; FS is not. My quirk.) The scheduler spoke good English and, having ascertained that I was logged on and looking at the photos, told me who was working my area (Ginza) that evening and asked which lassie I'd prefer. I chose Yoko. She showed up five minutes early and called for me to meet her in the lobby as the hotel lift will only respond to the guest's key card. Went off without a hitch. I offered Yoko (a petite, dark minx of perfect proportions for her height, perhaps 1. 55 m) a drink, a glass of wine, which seemed to floor her, and she accepted with alacrity, declaring that she "liked to drink". Usually it was red wine but she was willing to learn about whites! It was a good ice breaker. A few minutes later was the usual joint shower with mutual soaping, naughty bits included. The massage was everything it was advertised to B. On the flip, I opted for a break and started massaging her, then swung into DATY, which she loved, and went on for quite an enthusiastic while. She allowed that though it was forbidden, FS could happen for a ?10, 000 tip off book, between her and me. I was not interested, but filed the intel for the report. The finish was extraordinary, with her using her partially shaved cat on my Willy to bring me to climax. After a hot towel clean-up (thank god 5-star hotels go overboard on towels), she resumed massaging with a killer foot, then scalp massage. She was not a clock watcher and I reckon I got an extra ten minutes out of the deal. Sorry to see her go.Saturday was a free day, good weather, and cultural pursuits (honest) kept me busy until about 1700, after which I decided to check out Supergirls. Finding it has been discussed endlessly and made needlessly complicated. Go to Shimbashi Station, west courtyard, and spot the locomotive (Engine CII 292, if it matters). It is impossible to miss. It sits in the middle of a red brick enclosure. Walk to the head of the locomotive; it will be over your right shoulder. You will be at a zebra crosswalk. Cross the street. The side street (it is not an alley) that is just two meters to your left, is the Supergirls street. It (SG) is on the right 50 meters or so along.I got there at 1745 and a tout immediately lit on me. A 60 year old white male which can't even say good-bye (sayonara) in Japanese. He had me down the stairs in a flash. The tariff was still ?6, 000, plus a ?2, 000 ticket fee, whatever that is. (At 1800 it rises by one thousand.) Fair enough, this was research. I paid. The tout explained in broken but decent English what the deal was, laid down the ground rules, washed my hands in sanitizer, sprayed my mouth the an aerosol mouth wash, and took me inside, settling me in the farthest booth in, on the right. I was the only customer. A glass of ice water soon arrived, followed by a gal whose name never did register. Her English was very limited indeed, but she was enthusiastic and friendly. She was probably a 5+ on a 10 point scale, but had a great body, about 1. 70 m, 50 kg or so, natural hair, very toned. She went through the ritual of laying out all the toweletts, chatting me up, laying out the ground rules once more, and hanging up my jacket. Then, off came my trousers. And, quite a surprise, in one smooth gesture, she removed every stitch on her body. Gone. An artist. Complete freedom to roam, which I took advantage of. Willy responded immediately. She lay on her back across the banquette and me, giving me complete access to whatever I wanted, whilst she twisted her head around to do the deed. If I decided I wanted a little DFK, she'd oblige, keeping her hands busy where they'd do the most good. The experience was unrushed, most enjoyable, and came to a very satisfactory conclusion in 7-10 minutes. Clean-up ensued (those toweletts), rerobing, followed by some conversation. I suppose after another ten minutes the tout (bouncer) arrived to call time (it was probably a half an hour all totaled) and I left with many thanks and sayonaras all around. I would reckon Supergirls is no longer off limits to gaijin.Back to hotel, a deep scrub, yakitori dinner, packing, and then this report. Tomorrow, I fly out, sorry I did not have time to check out the horny housewife, mid-afternoon scene (websites abound). Next trip. Sayonara.[size=-2][b][u]EDITOR'S NOTE[/u]:[/b] [blue]I would suggest that the author or another Forum Member consider posting a link to this report in the Reports of Distinction thread. Please [url=http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/announcement-reportsofdistinction.php]Click Here[/url] for more information.[/blue][/size]
