Twirling towards freedom!
At our new interesting place in springtime. Stopped in recently and the place was dead. In fact the MT I had my first time there was acting as the mammasan. Either their temp check device is in need of adjustment or I'm one cold, dead cat.
Anyways, I am introduced to the new MT, Di, who knows about 40 words of English, half of them "Honey". Shower took about 10 minutes because she continued to check and wash over and over. Not that I really minded. In fact if the MT who gave me my first table shower ('92, Michigan City) did that, the session would have been over way quick.
Back in the room, Di did a soft touch massage for about 15 minutes, then "Everything?" OK. She puts her long hair up, then proceeds to use her tongue in ways that evolution did not intend. Cover on, then cover off, and she proceeds to give me an oily Russian for a few. Cover on and its Ride 'them cowboy. But a few minutes into it, she does this really weird twirling motion with her hips that just felt too good. I tell her to stop, but it was too late. Di was nice enough to massage me for about 10 minutes after.
Just so we're clear, this is not a case of premature. This is a case of too good to be true.