Empire Spa Yonkers: 347-670-5888 Nikki
I had disrobed and was hanging my pants when Nikki walked in. I feigned embarrassment and hid my groin with the pants; we chuckled. My impression was ‘Wow – best looker I’ve seen here in a half-dozen visits.'
Upon entering she made brief eye contact and smiled; but instantly stepped left and looked at the supply table for an odd eternity; and then back at me advancing for a full frontal hug. Curious how that five-second disconnect wedged in my psyche like an omen. We exchanged names and I complemented her looks. Her size and shape were very comfortable and familiar, typical of several ex GFs. I would instinctively know all the positions that work. I was thinking this Nikki session is looking good – though I wasn’t feeling it.
Petite but a bit fleshier than my image of a spinner, this Asian 5'2" 100 pound jewel was in 4” heels, white floral pattern sun dress with a wide deep scoop. Her hourglass shoulders, chest, midsection, ass, legs, arms and bust (34 B?) were perfectly proportionate, very appealing. She had pretty features, medium-gauge makeup, darker tanned skin than I've seen on a Korean, a blown-out brunette ‘doo’ falling to top of shoulders. I saw puffiness in the upper and lower eyelids, perhaps suggesting the next task for her dermatologist. I thought she looked late 20's / early 30's after I saw her buff, top to toe.
She asked me to lie down and covered me with a blanket ‘for a minute’ and left; perhaps to ensure I wouldn’t encounter a customer; soon returned. The table shower chat was fine; her English is good. Also fine were her soapy hands, which cleaned the backside but focused pleasantly on the front bits. Her attention didn’t cause any enlargement; 'nothing happens' in mid-tier AMP TSs as these are not erotic to me. Still, I sensed her playbook was clinical, reading more like an operator’s manual than a bodice-ripper.
Back in the room she asked for the total ($70 house and $140 tip) and left. I sat on table edge facing door as she returned. She indicated to lay face down. But I stood up and stepped in, waltz distance for a hug. “Wait a minute, I want to see this lovely woman who will be massaging me.” My right hand slid under her left bra cup to expose a lovely breast, aureole and nipple, all firm and likely natural. I kissed the top of her left breast while my hand slid to caress the right. She likely oh'd or ah'd. I said “I’m sure you've heard of GFE...” - she laughed before I finished the sentence. “There’s no GFE here and I don’t do that.” I chuckled and said “That? What is GFE to you - what don’t you do? Kissing?” “No, everything I do is safe, I care about my health.” “Well sure, the sex I do is covered, but I don't like covered BJ.” She said “I do covered like everyone here.” “Oh, so you know nobody kisses and everyone does CBJ here.” I laughed and dropped it - apparently she has no menu to order from.
I had slid back to sit at table edge, with her in tow. She stood as my face nuzzled her breasts. She shed all garments while fondling me. My hands wandered breasts, ass, inner thighs and up, spreading lips a bit and circling the clit. I sensed this touching was overstepping. She said “Lie down.” Expecting I drove us into a slow zone with speed bumps, I started to turn face down but she corrected: “You’re the man, on your back.” She kneeled between my legs and was about to oil my member. “Please, I want a lot of mouth first.” On went a cover. I was pleased with five minutes of licking, sucking and stroking the trinity despite the cover. After a while she put a pillow under my ass - a perfect segue to rimming - though i knew that wouldn’t happen. She repositioned for another 5 minutes of oral, applied the oil, and I was happily enjoying her skilled touch while about 90% erect. (ED is causing me to demand a lot of fluffing.)
Despite my voicing pleasure and encouragement for oral, she paused to slide on a cover. She started CG which allowed me to enjoy her pretty face and body; as well as her adept vertical and grinding moves; then her slide back onto her butt to angle me sharply. Several of her choices were costing me my stiffness; direction was required. “Wait a bit; switch.” She pulled off the cover and resumed oiled soft touch but momentum was lost. I felt annoyed I ignored an omen. I glanced at the clock and we were exactly 30 minutes into the hour. I said “You know, let’s stop here. We’re not connecting”.
She was hot and skilled and she knew it. She was apparently disinterested in accepting suggestions, much less flowing intuitively with a customer. Of course she replied “Nooo… I’ll make you feel good.” I stayed despite doubt. She moved to all fours on my right, knees near my head, left hand by my left hip, her mouth resuming CBJ, with a right hand soft touch. Ok, I could now caress her breasts, kiss the left one. And I was re-inflating somewhat. My right hand fondled ass cheeks, then kitty and clit, even had FIV briefly. But she shook her ass as if wagging a scolding finger. With my hope dashed for an erotic wet wank I knew I was stuck at 70% inflated.
I said “Ok, sit down here and ... tell me a story.” She sat back to wall and I faced her as she gently massaged the member. I let her pick the conversation. She spoke of how she left the $300 an hour Manhattan GFE scene because of all the things she had to do with people – singling out several nationalities – as people who had no idea if they were diseased. She said this place has rules everybody follows and I laughed quietly. She said she knew the owner – the girl at the front only works the phones – and yes she was taking names. “Who here is doing any GFE things, and what?” I motioned my lips were sealed; and had to repeat that gesture as she touted The Rules. I could not believe this woman's sense of entitlement. She shifted into health topics. I made my last rejoinder: "Sure, nobody should do anything they think is dangerous – but people think differently."
Finally, she said it was very slow today. I blamed the disgusting cold rain, knowing where she was headed. She said the Florida busts probably scared people away. I thought: Well, I'm here and my dick is limp from you - not LE. At the knock she did a thorough cleanup. We stepped out into the hall and I wished her well. As the phone lady walked me out we nearly teetered into an empty room. She joked “You want another hour?” Grinning I said “I need another hour”. But I kept mum about this weird and unsatisfying session with Nikki.
I had disrobed and was hanging my pants when Nikki walked in. I feigned embarrassment and hid my groin with the pants; we chuckled. My impression was ‘Wow – best looker I’ve seen here in a half-dozen visits.'
Upon entering she made brief eye contact and smiled; but instantly stepped left and looked at the supply table for an odd eternity; and then back at me advancing for a full frontal hug. Curious how that five-second disconnect wedged in my psyche like an omen. We exchanged names and I complemented her looks. Her size and shape were very comfortable and familiar, typical of several ex GFs. I would instinctively know all the positions that work. I was thinking this Nikki session is looking good – though I wasn’t feeling it.
Petite but a bit fleshier than my image of a spinner, this Asian 5'2" 100 pound jewel was in 4” heels, white floral pattern sun dress with a wide deep scoop. Her hourglass shoulders, chest, midsection, ass, legs, arms and bust (34 B?) were perfectly proportionate, very appealing. She had pretty features, medium-gauge makeup, darker tanned skin than I've seen on a Korean, a blown-out brunette ‘doo’ falling to top of shoulders. I saw puffiness in the upper and lower eyelids, perhaps suggesting the next task for her dermatologist. I thought she looked late 20's / early 30's after I saw her buff, top to toe.
She asked me to lie down and covered me with a blanket ‘for a minute’ and left; perhaps to ensure I wouldn’t encounter a customer; soon returned. The table shower chat was fine; her English is good. Also fine were her soapy hands, which cleaned the backside but focused pleasantly on the front bits. Her attention didn’t cause any enlargement; 'nothing happens' in mid-tier AMP TSs as these are not erotic to me. Still, I sensed her playbook was clinical, reading more like an operator’s manual than a bodice-ripper.
Back in the room she asked for the total ($70 house and $140 tip) and left. I sat on table edge facing door as she returned. She indicated to lay face down. But I stood up and stepped in, waltz distance for a hug. “Wait a minute, I want to see this lovely woman who will be massaging me.” My right hand slid under her left bra cup to expose a lovely breast, aureole and nipple, all firm and likely natural. I kissed the top of her left breast while my hand slid to caress the right. She likely oh'd or ah'd. I said “I’m sure you've heard of GFE...” - she laughed before I finished the sentence. “There’s no GFE here and I don’t do that.” I chuckled and said “That? What is GFE to you - what don’t you do? Kissing?” “No, everything I do is safe, I care about my health.” “Well sure, the sex I do is covered, but I don't like covered BJ.” She said “I do covered like everyone here.” “Oh, so you know nobody kisses and everyone does CBJ here.” I laughed and dropped it - apparently she has no menu to order from.
I had slid back to sit at table edge, with her in tow. She stood as my face nuzzled her breasts. She shed all garments while fondling me. My hands wandered breasts, ass, inner thighs and up, spreading lips a bit and circling the clit. I sensed this touching was overstepping. She said “Lie down.” Expecting I drove us into a slow zone with speed bumps, I started to turn face down but she corrected: “You’re the man, on your back.” She kneeled between my legs and was about to oil my member. “Please, I want a lot of mouth first.” On went a cover. I was pleased with five minutes of licking, sucking and stroking the trinity despite the cover. After a while she put a pillow under my ass - a perfect segue to rimming - though i knew that wouldn’t happen. She repositioned for another 5 minutes of oral, applied the oil, and I was happily enjoying her skilled touch while about 90% erect. (ED is causing me to demand a lot of fluffing.)
Despite my voicing pleasure and encouragement for oral, she paused to slide on a cover. She started CG which allowed me to enjoy her pretty face and body; as well as her adept vertical and grinding moves; then her slide back onto her butt to angle me sharply. Several of her choices were costing me my stiffness; direction was required. “Wait a bit; switch.” She pulled off the cover and resumed oiled soft touch but momentum was lost. I felt annoyed I ignored an omen. I glanced at the clock and we were exactly 30 minutes into the hour. I said “You know, let’s stop here. We’re not connecting”.
She was hot and skilled and she knew it. She was apparently disinterested in accepting suggestions, much less flowing intuitively with a customer. Of course she replied “Nooo… I’ll make you feel good.” I stayed despite doubt. She moved to all fours on my right, knees near my head, left hand by my left hip, her mouth resuming CBJ, with a right hand soft touch. Ok, I could now caress her breasts, kiss the left one. And I was re-inflating somewhat. My right hand fondled ass cheeks, then kitty and clit, even had FIV briefly. But she shook her ass as if wagging a scolding finger. With my hope dashed for an erotic wet wank I knew I was stuck at 70% inflated.
I said “Ok, sit down here and ... tell me a story.” She sat back to wall and I faced her as she gently massaged the member. I let her pick the conversation. She spoke of how she left the $300 an hour Manhattan GFE scene because of all the things she had to do with people – singling out several nationalities – as people who had no idea if they were diseased. She said this place has rules everybody follows and I laughed quietly. She said she knew the owner – the girl at the front only works the phones – and yes she was taking names. “Who here is doing any GFE things, and what?” I motioned my lips were sealed; and had to repeat that gesture as she touted The Rules. I could not believe this woman's sense of entitlement. She shifted into health topics. I made my last rejoinder: "Sure, nobody should do anything they think is dangerous – but people think differently."
Finally, she said it was very slow today. I blamed the disgusting cold rain, knowing where she was headed. She said the Florida busts probably scared people away. I thought: Well, I'm here and my dick is limp from you - not LE. At the knock she did a thorough cleanup. We stepped out into the hall and I wished her well. As the phone lady walked me out we nearly teetered into an empty room. She joked “You want another hour?” Grinning I said “I need another hour”. But I kept mum about this weird and unsatisfying session with Nikki.
. And on my way out she thanked me for coming, we both really laughed. BTW I did not roam as it was my first time and I did not want to overstep.
