I've been mongering at AMPs for over 20 years, and oh boy, the stories I could tell you! But I believe this one takes the cake.
I call ahead, drop some names so they think I'm a regular, they say come on in! Looks like your typical AMP once inside, small couch with a small counter across from it. 2 girls are there when I walk in. I didn't want to say any names and then look stupid if I didn't know the right girl, anyway, one girl looks like a real pro, short, made up, quick talker. The other looked like a library attendant. She was very timid and quiet. Bookish. Glasses, taller. Not a spinner but not chubby. Just the most plain Jane Asian girl I've ever seen. The short one takes her hand and puts it in mine and off we go. I had decided on an hour after reading posts about these girls actually knowing how to give a massage, so fitty up front. Place is very clean, but curtains for doors, which sucks.
I ask her name, she smiles, no answer. I ask again, still no answer. I point to myself and say I'm ! Point at her and ask, you? She finally gets it...Toonie. I ask again, really? Toonie? She nods, Toonie. Clothes and belongings are tucked in a bin as previously noted. Nekkid, face down on the table. A/C was a little chilly, but it was sweltering out there today.
Well, Toonie got to work and proceeded to give me one of the best massages I've ever had. Legit or non legit. Strong hands, fluid strokes, all the right spots. Her technique was flawless. She reacted to my sounds and movements. If I groaned in pleasure in one spot she stayed there a bit. If I shifted myself towards a hand motion, she worked the new spot. I was in and out of consciousness the whole time! She literally was knocking me out! I was in heaven! The time flew! Before I know it, she asks me to flip, but there was no s/t around my butt or thighs as every AMP mongerer looks forward to. No tickle tickle or reach down...but I'm so happy with the massage that I'm going to overlook that detail, and even if there is no HE I'm ok with it b/c 50 for an hour of massage perfection is hard to come by. This is where it gets weird.
On the flip, I'm totally limp b/c there was no s/t going into it, she blobs a mound of hand lotion right on little HJ. No attempt at arousal what so ever. I'm thinking this has to be a joke. But it's not. She grabs me and tries to pull on me like taffy. Stranger still is she leans forward and starts pressing her cheek against mine. My right cheek against hers. She's wearing glasses remember. She pressed her face against mine the whole time. Now she speaks no English. So I'm not sure what's going on or how to ask her what she's doing. I figure I better make the best of it and try to get off. I reach up, under her shirt, pull down that granny bra and start playing with her perky B's. After a few minutes I start to get a little chub so I gently take her hand in mine and show her the finer arts of hand manipulation. Remembering the boys of course. Before all this began, I looked up at the wall and saw that she had actually given me a solid one hour massage before starting with the HE. So after all the commotion, I was there for a solid hour twenty.
Standard clean up. But on the way out I asked the 2 other girls sitting there my girls name and the both said Toonie. I would definitely repeat on massage skills alone. But I swear to you, I think I might have been that girls first trick ever, and possibly her first HJ ever. No joke.