Well, I don't know if it will sway anyone to visit, but I TOFFT at Aloha in Cortlandt Manor Saturday night. I should preface this by saying that I'm a relative noob at AMPing, and don't consider myself to have reached true monger status yet. Although I've learned enough here on UG to help me navigate the basics of this world, I've yet to come into my own. I'm a somewhat slow learner.
Upon arrival, I'm greeted by a short, thick and decidedly unattractive woman in a vinyl apron. Apparently the mamasan in washerwoman's clothing. I'm praying under my breath that she's not the one who will be serving me, but in the warrior spirit of TOFFT, I paid my $50 for 30 minutes, and followed her to a room just beyond the lobby. The door closes; I undress and lay upon the wide massage table, which has several towels layered on it, and a partially covered open headrest.
The place feels clean and decently appointed. The rooms are real rooms, with doors, and even some holiday decorations to give a homey feel. My only complaint about the environment was that it was too cold, even for a slightly furry guy such as me.
The door opens behind me, I rise up on my elbows and turn to accept my punishment, but my gaze meets a quite attractive and slim woman with a big smile. She asks me to get up so she can place one more towel on the table, over the two already there. As she does so, I see she's wearing loose and very short shorts, and a t-shirt. I lay back down, and she promptly mounts my back to begin the massage. Her smooth thighs feel warm and very nice along my sides as her small hands begin a rather weak and uninspired massage. This doesn't bother me, though, and I'm smiling as I ponder what already appears to be a pretty good chance for extras. She performs a few unlubricated rote pushes and rubs on my back, moves down to the glutes, which she spends a fair amount of time squeezing, then down to the legs and back up again. About 10 minutes of this, then time for the flip.
I get a much better look at her from my new vantage point. She's on the table again, leaning over my torso, giving me a great view of her legs and ass. I take the opportunity to let my hands roam across this very smooth and toned territory, and meet no resistance doing so. Although she's a bit skinnier than I generally prefer, her nicely tanned and very smooth skin melted any problems I feel about that. After a few cursory abdominal and leg strokes, she places her cute, round face over mine, and with alarmingly large eyes looking right into mine, she asks what I want? "Um, hand?" I say, then quickly amend that with "or mouth." Without hesitation, she says ok, and she leaves the room, leaving me alone for several minutes.
As I lay waiting, I ponder my situation: I'm apparently about to receive my first massage with extras beyond a hand job, which I wasn't necessarily looking, or prepared, for. But once again buoyed by the spirit of truth-seeking for my fellow UG'ers (not to mention the need for a nice release), I quickly resolve to bite the bullet.
When she returns, she wipes down my crotch with a warm, wet cloth, and removes her shorts, leaving her in small and slightly loose in the crotch panties. She gets back into her previous position, bent over across my mid-section with her ass and legs easily accessible, and she starts kissing my chest and nipples. As she does so, my hand is making time with her ass and, over her panties, her pussy.
Some more nipple and neck kissing on her part, and then comes the commercial interruption. Her big round eyes once again hovering closely over mine, she asks how much I'm going to spend. Caught off-guard by this well-timed question, I quickly try to recall the accumulated knowledge I've gathered on UG about how to handle this particular maneuver, but rather than hem and haw while the somewhat GFE tone she's struck so far completely dries up, I resort to calculating how much I had left in my pocket after paying the $50 house fee. So, forgetting that I'm only there for a 30 minute session, and not fast enough to remember the going rate for a CBJ in such circumstances, I blurt out "75 dollars." She laughs a little, and, as I wonder why, I take the edge off by saying "you're laughing" as I grab her ass once again. "It's ok" she says, and she moves to position herself between my legs.
Once there, she removes her shirt, revealing a truly lovely pair of real B/Cs with very nice nipples. She moves down between my legs and begins lightly licking my balls and thighs, which felt very good. After a little more of this, she reaches under the table to get what I assume will be a condom, but she produces a sheet of saran wrap(!). She lightly gift-wraps my penis and begins working it in and out of her mouth. I'm trying to get into it, but as it's the first time I've been wrapped like a leftover during a sexual act, I'm finding it a bit hard to concentrate. She's not positioned well for manual access, and my attempts to reach her breasts are only briefly successful. As lovely as she looks working my semi-erect plasticized member, the setup isn't working for me. I ask if she'll use her hand first. She unwraps me and gets some lube, and begins some manual stimulation from the same between-the-legs position. I get a good view of her breasts this way and a little thigh action, which does the job, getting me to pop after a few minutes, and before she even has the chance to get me completely erect.
She carefully cleans me up with a wet wash cloth, and helps me up. We finally chat and joke a bit as she helps me get dressed. Her name is Lee, and she's been here a week, from Los Angeles. I tell her I hope she stays a while, because I'd like to come back and see her again. I fetch the remaining cash from my pocket, a little regretful that I'd committed to such a tip, but I write it off as an investment for my next time around. With a little more foresight, I probably would have left 60, leaving the larger tips for the longer and more "complete" sessions. She drops it on the table without looking at it, and gives me a hug and kiss (I'm now "baby"), and, feeling a little sheepish, I make my way to the lobby.
The mamasan gives me a coach-like pat on the back on my way out, and as I fish out my keys I realize I only gave Lee 65, as there was a 10 still in my pocket. I took the liberty of picking up a cheeseburger at Wendy's on my way home. All-in-all, not a bad visit, and I'll certainly return for a longer session and table shower, hopefully with Lee, to see what else may be on the menu.
I didn’t see any other girls while I was there, but I’m hoping they are as nice as Lee. We’ll see. I also hope they don't get any more flack from LE. They're in a pretty low-key setup, and though they're situated at the edge of a residential district, I can't imagine the level of activity they bring being that off the charts for a commercial building in that area. Anyway, if any of you decide to visit, let us know.