Subiman
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So today was the day, after a lot of self justification as to why not, the alluring and delicious curve of Mia's breasts simply proved to be too much.
Rang and booked for 1.30pm with Mia. As I am want, I repeated the booking details. 1.30pm with Mia. Yes. Excellent.
Arrived promptly at the TBC establishment at 1.29pm.
Another (slightly older, nothing wrong with that) gentleman already in the waiting area, that's ok, although he seemed somewhat spooked.
Got asked by (at that stage) an unknown young lady, whilst (she) walked down the corridor.
"You book for hour or 45 minutes?"
My fellow punter and I, unsure as to who the question was actually directed to, both answered at the same time, he 1 hour, me 45 mins.
I got directed to one room, he got directed to another.
As I entered the room (tastefully decorated and roomy), I got the standard preparation instructions from said unknown girl and I mentioned that I had a booking for 1.30pm with Mia.
Being the amiable gent that I am, I complied with said instruction from unknown girl and assumed position on the table. Unknown girl exited to allow me to prepare as instructed.
My masseuse walked in (still unknown girl) and before any introductions were possible proceeded to drip massage oil into her cupped hand as I lay prone and resplendent (c'mon a man can dream) on the table.
"Are you Mia" I enquired?
"No, I am Angie" was the response and thus in that moment making the unknown girl now known.
"Huh" I said, "I mentioned that I had an appt at 1.30pm with Mia when I walked into the room".
Angie, now holding the oil bottle up high in one hand (somewhat comically and theatrically) but pausing the gentle pouring into her other cupped hand.
"But Mia has an hour appointment."
Me thinking ruefully, the old guy usurped me, damn!
"But I rang and booked and confirmed", I opined somewhat wistfully and perhaps even a little whiney. I mean this was meant to be fulfillment of a long desired encounter.
Angie, with a genuine look of concern on her face, but was it concern for me or more the concern she had a cupped hand of oil?
"You want to wait?"
As the words came out of Angie's mouth I was fairly certain that her response was indeed the definition of a rhetorical question.
Scene set - naked male on massage table at AMP, room ambience very nice temperature, furnishing, music, lighting, has paid cash already for 45 minute massage, massage was booked with desirous masseuse so anticipation very high, not ungorgeous (by any standard) masseuse standing next to table with cupped hand of oil.
Sigh. Actually I did. Frustration? Disappointment? Envy for the old dude? Resignation?
The massage (c'mon we all knew what the outcome was going to be!) from Angie was of a standard I believe TBC is known and trusted for.
Other than the obvious (will I ever get to see up close and personal that most magnificent swell of Mia's bosom?) disappointment, there was little that wasn't quite pleasant.
Angie herself was more than competent with the massage, there was a little tease (not quite enough for my liking), no haggling over extra's and Angie's own bosom swell is not to be diminished.
But.
What do I now do?
Is Mia's bosom swell and I to be unrequited?
I can certainly see why TBC are so far in front of others, but the simplest sin of 'double booking' is a biggy for me.
@vivian do I trust that this was a mere blip?
Do I trudge once more across the waters?
TBC - to be continued
Rang and booked for 1.30pm with Mia. As I am want, I repeated the booking details. 1.30pm with Mia. Yes. Excellent.
Arrived promptly at the TBC establishment at 1.29pm.
Another (slightly older, nothing wrong with that) gentleman already in the waiting area, that's ok, although he seemed somewhat spooked.
Got asked by (at that stage) an unknown young lady, whilst (she) walked down the corridor.
"You book for hour or 45 minutes?"
My fellow punter and I, unsure as to who the question was actually directed to, both answered at the same time, he 1 hour, me 45 mins.
I got directed to one room, he got directed to another.
As I entered the room (tastefully decorated and roomy), I got the standard preparation instructions from said unknown girl and I mentioned that I had a booking for 1.30pm with Mia.
Being the amiable gent that I am, I complied with said instruction from unknown girl and assumed position on the table. Unknown girl exited to allow me to prepare as instructed.
My masseuse walked in (still unknown girl) and before any introductions were possible proceeded to drip massage oil into her cupped hand as I lay prone and resplendent (c'mon a man can dream) on the table.
"Are you Mia" I enquired?
"No, I am Angie" was the response and thus in that moment making the unknown girl now known.
"Huh" I said, "I mentioned that I had an appt at 1.30pm with Mia when I walked into the room".
Angie, now holding the oil bottle up high in one hand (somewhat comically and theatrically) but pausing the gentle pouring into her other cupped hand.
"But Mia has an hour appointment."
Me thinking ruefully, the old guy usurped me, damn!
"But I rang and booked and confirmed", I opined somewhat wistfully and perhaps even a little whiney. I mean this was meant to be fulfillment of a long desired encounter.
Angie, with a genuine look of concern on her face, but was it concern for me or more the concern she had a cupped hand of oil?
"You want to wait?"
As the words came out of Angie's mouth I was fairly certain that her response was indeed the definition of a rhetorical question.
Scene set - naked male on massage table at AMP, room ambience very nice temperature, furnishing, music, lighting, has paid cash already for 45 minute massage, massage was booked with desirous masseuse so anticipation very high, not ungorgeous (by any standard) masseuse standing next to table with cupped hand of oil.
Sigh. Actually I did. Frustration? Disappointment? Envy for the old dude? Resignation?
The massage (c'mon we all knew what the outcome was going to be!) from Angie was of a standard I believe TBC is known and trusted for.
Other than the obvious (will I ever get to see up close and personal that most magnificent swell of Mia's bosom?) disappointment, there was little that wasn't quite pleasant.
Angie herself was more than competent with the massage, there was a little tease (not quite enough for my liking), no haggling over extra's and Angie's own bosom swell is not to be diminished.
But.
What do I now do?
Is Mia's bosom swell and I to be unrequited?
I can certainly see why TBC are so far in front of others, but the simplest sin of 'double booking' is a biggy for me.
@vivian do I trust that this was a mere blip?
Do I trudge once more across the waters?
TBC - to be continued
