Jasmine at Downtown Accupressure
I made a pilgrimage to Providence today. Even the conservative newspapers will admit that "Prostitution isn't illegal in Rhode Island as long as it occurs indoors." Let's keep it that way. In its early years Rhode Island was a refuge for exiled religious sectarians and for those accused in the witchcraft trials. Today let it be a safe haven for mongers.
Situated in the confusing rabbit warren of streets that is downtown Providence, you need to go prepared with the address for nothing shows on the outside. Nor are there ads in the papers. It is legal. It is non obtrusive. Let it be.
I was not sure I was in the right place or that it was open until I scaled the broad wooden stairs in the old and elaborate office building. On the 4th floor I finally saw a simple sign for Downtown Accupressure. I rang the buzzer and a little bit of a thing in a loose T-shirt and blue short shorts let me in with a smile. I asked her name and she said it was Jasmine. This was about 11:30 AM. She brought me to a standard massage room with massage table, cabinet for fresh towels, etc., hooks for clothes, and a flower painting. I paid $60 for the door fee, stripped naked, and awaited Jasmine's return.
She wrapped a towel around me and led me to the small but nice wood paneled sauna which was set up for me to lie on my back. After I was quite par-boiled, she collected me and took me to the table shower room. She thoroughly washed the table off and then she thoroughly washed me off, using just her hands and a bar of soap. I don't think my nuts and penis have ever been so clean. She was happy to hear me say, "that was a great table shower." Then she scrubbed my face with a washcloth, toweled me off, and did some quick cleaning of the room and her feet and legs. Going back to the massage room I saw the mamasan. Another larger, darker, but pretty enough massage girl disappeared into the room next to ours.
On my stomach on the massage table, Jasmine worked me over hard. She seemed to be able to tell that my neck is chronically a bit off. She flexed my joints and cracked some of them, and prodded my shoulder blades and ribs into obedience. She finished that side with a soft massage, concentrating nicely on the fanny and cleft. "Turn over."
I think she could tell I liked her. She made an up and down motion with thumb to forefinger. I started to speak but she shushed me with a finger to the lips. Necessity is the mother of invention. I got the idea to nod my head vigorously. Same motion, but with mouth getting in the act. Big nod from me. Another motion that I didn't quite get. But I decided to nod enthusiastically, not wanting to miss out on anything good.
Jasmine shimmied out of her clothes. God! It should be illegal for a woman like that to wear clothes, she looks so good naked. I couldn't see a single imperfection (though admittedly the lights were low). Nothing but good firm, healthy flesh. The perfectly sized hips and chest narrowed down to a tiny, but proportionate, waist. Even her narrow, slightly angular face was a perfect fit to her body. I think her breasts may have had a little augmentation, but they looked great, and perfectly proportional. When erect her nipples are huge, like the erasers on the ends of pencils.
The old condom went on of course. CBJ with absolutely marvelous attention to the balls. Then this champion rodeo girl rode me cowgirl. My hands roamed. Everything felt as good as it looked. Segue into missionary, enjoying the incredible view while repositioning. I couldn't resist giving her a little kiss on the cheek. She had soft smooth silky skin and a sweet little smile on her face. And god did her breasts look great from this angle. I told her I always need to finish with HR. I mouthed her nipple as we were changing position. Nice. I finally exploded looking up at her perfect ass.
She cleaned me off with tissue and a hot towel. She actually dressed me: shirt, shorts, shoes. I pulled out my wallet and gladly handed her a Franklin which is the standard rate in other places. Pout. I hand her a Jackson. Pout. Another Jackson. Smile. It was well worth it. If you look up "full service" in the dictionary, they have a picture of Jasmine.
On the way out she unwrapped a peppermint candy and popped it in my mouth. We exchanged pleasant goodbyes with smiles on our faces. Mine lasted quite a while. In fact I'm still smiling.
Great Report Double Nickel--Keep 'um coming
Does Double Nickel have a history of providing fictional reports on this or other boards?? Sorry Risd, but we disagree again. I for one enjoyed his distinguishing writing style and detail very much. [b]...rabbit warren of streets...[/b] I'm gonna have to look that one up, lol.
He readily admits that the room was not well lit and therefore he may have overlooked something (such as a blemished right shoulder) For that you need to hammer the sheat out of him?? Why,[b]WHY?[/b]
Have you ever thought about why someone might be reluctant to provide a report--posts like #227.
Thanks--UF
