I arranged for a one hour �sensual�...
I arranged for a one hour �sensual� massage for $100, which she said was a $40 discount. Maybe I should have been tipped off by the fact that she says in her ads that she�s a yogini, artist and hypnotherapist, as well as a massage therapist, for there was too much new wave yogini and artist and not enough massage therapist. Booking a time was frustrating, as she�s somewhat unresponsive, but I hoped this was just a sign that she was popular. Then I had to sit in a parking lot near her home to await a text message with her address, which was annoying. When I finally reached her home, I was greeted by an elderly woman who introduced herself as Meg�s mother, setting the tone for the weirdness to come. Meg came out about 5 minutes later, dressed drably and looking like she had just come out of the shower. She�s not exceptional looking, but she could be sexy if she tried. Unfortunately, she doesn�t try. She greeted me rather coldly, and led me to her area of the house, where she had me undress and lie naked face up on the table, which may have been about the last pleasure I experienced until I released. She covered me with a blanket, from foot to chin, to ward off the chill in the room, but then made me get back up to get the $100 �donation,� which she had forgotten to ask for That done, and back under the blanket, she explained her pricing menu (which includes HJs, nude work, body-to-body, BJ�s) and asked various heath questions, like whether I had been recently tested for STDs. This is when I was surprised to learn that a HJ was not included in the �sensual� massage and would cost another $20. I also asked about the hot tub and shower therapy she advertises, but that requires the client to pay for time at a hot tub rental place. She started the massage through the blanket, which was interesting when she started by laying her hands far down on my stomach, rubbing up against my dick, but when she left that area it grew tedious. For the 10 minutes or so she was laying her hands on me through the blanket, she focused on breathing and talked of harnessing inner energy, chakras, life forces, and other new-waviness, which I�m not really opposed to except when it�s to the exclusion of the sensual massage I was paying for. She then removed the blanket and started the real massage using hand lotion, which I chose because it was the only unscented lubricant she had. The room was still cold, as was I, but she made no effort to warm any of the many large blobs of cold lotion she lathered on me, first on my front, and then the backside. Nothing she did was sensual, and I should have declined the HE, but I paid the extra $20 just to salvage something of the hour. She took her top off and said I could touch her leg! Yes, that�s right, her leg. I asked about touching her breasts, but she denied permission, saying they were too sensitive. She gave a reasonably good, if mechanical HJ, but when it was over she let me clean up with the greasy towels I�d been lying on, as she went to get a hot towel, which turned out to be a cold wet towel that did nothing to remove any of the lotion. I could feel the cold lotion binding up my shirt as I dressed, and when I removed it later at home the neck and back were caked with coagulated lotion, and I had to shower before I could put on another. She made it clear throughout the session that there was more to be had by her regular customers, but I have zero interest in being a regular customer.
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