Waning Wellness in Waltham?
Jessica must be shitting herself based on the last two weeks. Not that I would know. I was busy getting on the same bandwagon to J Spa that everyone else has been on.
My visit was actually last Sunday but I haven't had a chance to post about it. I called a few minutes after 9:00am from around the corner assuming I'd be the first appointment of the day. Clearly I was right. Whoever answered sounded like she had just woken up. She said I could come right away so off I went.
The outer door was locked but I rang the bell and she came down to open up for me. As far as I could tell, there was nobody else inside. She introduced herself as Linda and brought me into the far room on the right. Everything was exactly as described by others, right down to the bad Kenny G. Where does one even buy Kenny G these days? At least it wasn't Yanni.
At some point during the massage, someone else showed up because I could hear her messing with the stereo system. Then later on I guess one of you lazy lumps managed to get out of bed and head over for a session.
Anyway, "Linda" did a nice job with the massage. Good technique and an appropriate amount of teasing. I gave the proper leg-stroking signals throughout the session and the message was apparently received loud and clear.
Just before the flip she gave me some great reach-under action to start getting my blood pressure up (in a good way). When she asked me to flip I was already at full mast. Her response was an almost adolescent giggle and a slight hop of excitement. Her English seems to be abysmal but she was at least able to get out an "ooooh, very nice nice!"
Grabbing hold of my obelisk with great enthusiasm, she proceeded to lick and gently nibble my nipples. No complaints from me at all. Subsequently, she produced two delightfully globed peonies upon which I could return the favor. I'm a big fan of nipples that can get very, very erect. She did not disappoint. In fact, she even gave the appearance of enjoying it by moaning in tempo with my tongue.
We kept up this mutual game for a while longer until an idea seemed to strike her. She put her finger to her lips as if to "shhh" me and then reached for an alcohol wipe to swab the fingers of my left hand. Down with the pants! You can guess where she placed my hand next.
Apparently she didn't want to end there. Her next move was to begin with a little prostate massage. Not usually my thing, but I was game to let her go on. Something from an old Stephenson novel jumped into my head about chakras. I digress.
Following some more stroking, licking, pumping, moaning, inserting, etc. suffice to say I had a powerful and intense sploogeplosion all over myself. Mission Accomplished and I didn't even need to stand on a battleship.
She cleaned me up nicely with une serviette chaud du microwave and then put my socks on. No other article of clothing...just my socks. I'm not sure why, but who doesn't really like someone helping them don their socks.
In the end, damage was $60 house fee and $40 tip. No haggle. She didn't even look at what it was. Just a big smile and a "you come back, ok?" followed by a hand-holding escort to the door and a bottle of water.
So. One would think this a successful experience, right? Well, I guess it was for the most part. Service was great. However, I can't seem to get over one thing about this metropolitan area. The best service is given by providers that simply aren't all that attractive. That's right...Linda is on the chubby side of life. While we all like our members to get chubby, we don't like the one stroking it to be chubby. Even with my hand navigating her secret river of life, I couldn't keep myself from thinking that I had to run the rapids of roly poly fat rolls to get to it. Ew.
Apparently there is hope. Many of you describe Lily as being a different sort altogether, albeit a little grabby with the tip but we all have to make compromises. I'll give her a try next time.
BTW, I love that double entendre: Grabby with the tip!
