Blue Sky Spa. Crystal Lake
I found out about this place almost by accident in Chicago Back Pages.
It's not easy to find. It's tucked way off the side of the road on IL 31, north of IL 176 in a business park. I recommend using a GPS to find the place. PM me if you require more detail.
Overall, it was an odd experience (at first) , but well worth it. I will return. I think they are just starting up and may have opened prematurely. But the talent is pretty cool.
The entrance was located inside the building, which I found a little unusual. No lights seemed to be on, but the door opened and I let myself in to the reception area. I saw the dark outline of a woman who let me in. She was young, probably late twenties, early thirties, and not unpleasant looking. And what's more, Asian American! Her accent and body language were that of a local, not an import. This rather delighted me: an AMP experience with someone who's English is fluid!
As I came in, I heard a noise and looked to the side where I say a workman placing drywall. I started to apologize for not realizing they were closed for repairs and excuse myself.
"Oh, no! You're fine," She said."Follow me."
She lead me to one of the rooms. I noticed the back door to the place was wide open. I felt the urge to flee, but decided against it. Glad I did.
The room was nice and cozy. I paid her, told her I wanted a TS and got undressed as she left.
Turns out the American girl was the mamasan. I was soon greeted by a different person whose English was very limited. She called herself May, was probably in her late thirties, and quite pretty. Sorta Rosalind Chao-looking.
The TS was a little different. The room looked like it was still under construction, with shower curtains tacked against the wall where the table was positioned. May did a thorough job, especially in certain areas where I indicated the scrubbing felt extra good.
No sauna, which really surprised me. Maybe it's still being built. Wouldn't surprise me, based on what I was seeing.
They also had the AC shut off because of the handyman doing all his work. This lead to the massage room getting stuffy and warm rather quickly, and I started sweating. When I asked if she could bring a fan, or something in to the room, she disappeared and suddenly the air came on. Things were better, then.
Overall, I got a decent massage. Before the flip, she spent a lot of time with Jim and the Twins while I raised myself up on my knees a bit. She REALLY knew what she was doing and really knew how to manage the Twins in particular.
I finally had to be the one to turn over. I think she may have kept going and finished me off that way, had I not. On the flip, she want back to work. I gingerly placed my hand on her dress-covered ass, asking if it was okay. It was! Hooray!
This woman is an artist. I mean that. She varied the type of attention and the rates in such a way that, by the second time she suddenly slowed down and went about things languorously, I was in near-agony. The third and final time before she finished up? I wanted to marry her.
She cleaned me up, I got dressed, and left a good tip. I got a good hug and some water before I left. I look forward to this place being fully operational. We have a gem on our hands, here, gentlemen. May is quite possibly my new favorite masseuse.
