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In my history of this hobby I have opted for the half hour 98% of the time. I can’t recall the last time I ever took the hour. This is because I’m not really there for the massage, I just want a quick tease, L1, and leave. 15 minutes is enough for me to get on going about my day.

But with finding this new masseuse that gave me an all-star experience, I’m thinking of taking the hour so I can really enjoy her sexiness.

My question is to those that take L1 and the hour…what are you doing for that hour? Is the massage 45 minutes and 15 of happy play? Or do you get a longer L1 service? How long does the actual fun play last for you?

Because I can only last so long, I doubt I can last 30 minutes of just stroking.

Forewarning that this report will be a little long as there are a lot of small but exciting details. And also for my memory, because this one was special.

As mentioned in my last couple of reports, I’ve been trying to time a visit right to land an elusive masseuse at a particular parlor. This has been going on for a little over a month now and I still haven’t matched with her. I tried this past Monday to no avail and was so ready for a release that I went to a tried-and-true AMP, which actually ended up surprising me and did not disappoint. You can read about it in my previous post.

Well today I woke up just as hungry as ever to get matched with “Angela”. So, like yesterday, I get in my car around lunch hour and make my way. I’ve never done back-to-back days and it’s a bit costly, but as you’ll read that the end, it was well worth every dollar.

I get to the parking lot and right next to the entrance door is a little table and pair of seats for the pastry shop next door. It is lunchtime so of course there are patrons eating at the table. I wait in my car until they leave.

I take a few hits off my vape and head to the storefront, ring the doorbell, and…wait. No answer. After feeling silly just standing there I realized I struck out again and head back to my car. I should probably give up for a little. This is getting desperate of me.

As I open my car door and look back at the shop’s front door, to my surprise, I see it slightly swing open. I speed-walk back there and she lets me in. Holy shit, it’s her! From here on out, this is an AMP service I have never experienced. I’m not sure it gets better from here for my level of morality and comfort.

So as I walk in and she greets me, I see her soaking wet in a white towel. I asked her if she’s busy or with another client. In near perfect English, she says no and apologizes, saying she just got in and she’s had a crazy day so far and that she just got out of the shower “so you know I’m squeaky clean”, with a giggle. She seemed very bouncy/all over the place, with some girly bubbliness to it.

I opt for the half hour as she leads me into the room and says she will be back as soon as she dries off and gets ready. I told her to take her time, and boy did she. I must’ve laid there butt-ass naked, face in the little hole, for a good 12 minutes. I have so much time I visually inspect the room and the sheets, then lay my face down again waiting for her arrival. I even hear an intercom or something from outside saying “Angela hurry, he’s waiting”. Made me wonder if they had cameras in the room.

Finally, she walks in. Don’t know what she was getting ready for because, fellas, she walks in completely nude. This is by far the hottest masseuse I have ever had. Slender, tanned, 5’6” body with DD tits, shapely ass, and dyed-blonde hair. Face was ok as she had some strong masculine facial features, but I still couldn’t believe this was my massage therapist for the next half hour.

She takes a towel, places it over my naked body, and begins a massage over the towel. She’s naked and massaging me over a towel, odd. I then try the usual light leg touch and she playfully moves it away. At this point I’m so confused.

She then moves to my head and her shaved, tan, pussy is right in my face. Hips, belly button, fuck, I’m turned on again just writing this out! She moves my hand to her hips and says “touch me!” and rubs them on her ass.

After a few minutes of below-average massaging, she asks me what I do for work. I make up some vague bullshit, and I guess it was too vague because she leans and whispers in my ear, “are you a cop?”. You guys know the answer.

She asks me turn around and tells me tip isn’t included in the house fee. She offers FS off the bat I let her know I’m just looking for L1. She pours oil on her ass, rubs my hand on them, and asks for more green bills. The number she asked for was what I came in expecting to use anyways so I said ok. In return I ask if she can you tease me a bit, and she responds “oh I was planning to”. She was so freaking grateful and ecstatic for the extra tip she pours oil over herself and starts rubbing her naked body over mine.

I thought yesterdays experience at the AMP felt porn like, NO! This experience was it!! This woman is completely naked, rubbing her soft hands and body all over mine and my hard cock. I’m touch her ass, hips, tits, you name it. She eventually gets on the table, like the Asian woman yesterday, and sits in front me stroking me and saying some nasty sexy shit to me. She tells me to look at the mirror next to us and mentions how sexy we look.

My balls are practically face to face with her pussy as she strokes me and I’m touching her legs. I let my fingers wander down to her private area. She says rub and play but no fingers inside. I realized I’m now at the farthest I’ve ever gone sexually at these establishments. I can sense my morality and conscious start to creep in my mind, but my perv side is much stronger at this time of life, and I overcome any guilt by just looking at the hand job porn experience happening right in front and TO ME!

I ask if I can see her toes, as socks are the only piece of garment she’s wearing. She asks why, and I mention the nail polish kink, and she says how cute but they are not pedicured at this time but to let her know next and she’ll paint them any color I want.

I last longer than expected but eventually nut. She cleans me up as we make small chat learning what she’s in school for, interests, etc. I also found out she only works 2x a week so that’s why it’s been difficult to time it right.

When it comes time to leave, she mentions how grateful and happy she is that I came back from the parking lot and we connected and thanks me for being understanding and patient  while waiting for her to get ready.

This experience has me feeling all sorts of ways. From feeling satiated and full after these past two, excellent, back-to-back, experiences and finally landing “Angela”, to feeling a bit morally unwell as I let this latest experience go beyond what I’m typically comfortable with (masseuse completely nude and rubbing her pussy while her lips are pretty much on my balls and shaft). I also smell completely like her because she sprayed perfume and all sorts of shit so I hope the smell disperses by time I get home.

I think I can lay low for a bit now that it’s out my system, but who am I kidding, I’m probably going back to “Angela” in the next few weeks. Maybe by being cool and understanding, and her being new, I have an opportunity to set a good rapport with her and get some more those porn-like experiences.

Thanks for reading!

*Edited to fit within Rule 8, and 6, of the sub.

If you had happened to read my previous post, I’ve been trying to time a visit just right at an LMP to get matched with a specific masseuse. Yesterday, I tried my luck again and struck out. My previous masseuse answered the door and I asked if “Angela” was available. She said no, to which I asked if she knew when she would be available. Only to receive another short “no”, so I left. I think she recognized me from a number of weeks ago and she seemed disappointed in me not choosing an hour with her at this time.

Well I’ve been thinking of this masseuse so much that I just need any type of AMP release to get it off my head so I can better focus with my day. So today, during my lunch hour, I head to my tried and true AMP. I open the door and am greeted by the usual masseuse I get here; a cute middle aged Asian woman with an excellent pair of D’s modestly poking out of her top. I notice she has an adorable plaid skirt on, and my favorite, painted nails. I opt for the half hour this time, game on!

She playfully says “I haven’t seen you in a while” as she leads me by hand into a room. I undress completely and lay down just as she knocks and walks in. She gives me a great 10 minute back massage, as she knows I like the massage part too. Shortly after some teasing she asks me to turn around and we do brief negotiations. She says for a little extra we can “boom boom”, but I say I actually really like and prefer an L1, with her top off.

She starts a great, sensual, massage on my member and then does something she hasn’t done in any of the previous sessions with her, she gets up on the table between my legs, puts her legs so they’re each on my sides, and continues the hand massage.

It’s at this very point that I am so happy with my decision to skip trying my luck at the LMP again and come visit here. She’s talking dirty to me, looking me in the eyes as she strokes me.

She sees me look at her feet beside me. Now, I’m not really a feet guy, but oddly more of a nail polish guy, but she places her feet on my chest. With the visual of a great pair of tits in front me, her looking at me while she perfectly strokes my dick, and the visual of her ruby-painted toes on my chest, I feel like I’m in a handjob porn video. It doesn’t matter that I emptied the chamber an hour ago in preparation for my visit, I end up exploding quicker than anticipated. I wish I hadn’t because it’s clear I’m building a rapport with her and I wanted to test if she’d edge me but I couldn’t hold with the all the sexy visuals in front me.

She walks out to grab a warm towel and I lay there in post nut clarity. Those few seconds of thought when she leaves the room are something else. But I quickly over come it when she walks back in. I decline the water bottle and head back to my car.

This was everything I was looking for for an experience this time. Just pure, sexy femininity, all over me. That’s why I keep trying to match with the LMP masseuse. It’s what I crave in these AMP experiences.

This visit reminded me that sometimes you just have to go back to the tried-and-true method, and it just might surprise you.

I’ve been eyeing a visit at a local LMP for a while now. I’ve been trying to time it right to get a particular masseuse, a total stunner, but it hasn’t worked out.

I don’t like to use any technology that ties me to these places, other than my car and driving there, therefore, I can’t and don’t pre-schedule a visit with her. I’ve tried the old school way by asking when will she be there, and I’ve showed up at those dates and times she’s said to be there, but she’s either busy with another customer or not there when I arrive. I’ve only tried twice, until today, to be fair.

With the wife planning to come home a bit later than usual tonight, and the boss out on meetings all day, I thought I’d test my luck again today. But the day started with a funk, could be the dreary weather today or maybe the hit off my vape pen before work that me kinda ‘ehh’.

Ninety minutes into work and I’m shocked to see my boss walk in. Our desks are next to each other. Turns out his all day on-site meeting was canceled and he will be in the office all day. Damn, now I need to come up with some excuse to randomly leave work in the middle of the afternoon because this elusive masseuse only begins around 3pm. I typically go during my noon lunch hour when I need a release. Whatever, I have my cash ready and my mind made up. I’m still going to go.

Then around the very early afternoon I get a barrage of texts from my wife complaining about something, and that she’s going to cancel her plans because she’s not feeling it and having a shit day. Ok, well this just got a little riskier. My usual get-home-from-work time doesn’t allow enough time for me to air out the smell of the LMP. Similar to earlier I think to myself, whatever, I have my cash ready and my mind made up. I’m still going to go.

Finally the time comes, I make up some excuse to leave work for a bit and I head my way. My heart usually beats pretty hard the closer I get to the destination, but this time it’s beating harder and faster than usual. I don’t know if it’s nerves or excitement.

I get to the parking lot and park my car and wait a few minutes to see if any other patrons walk in or out. Although they have tinted windows, I can faintly see the curtains inside moving. I wait a few more minutes and walk up.

For the first time in, ever?, I ring the doorbell and no answer. I wait a minute or two, other customers are coming in and out of the shopping center seeing me just standing there waiting for the door to open. I ring again. No answer.

Finally I decide, hey this isn’t the day today. Things aren’t going as planned around me and I need to learn to not push my luck. It’s silly but I kind of believe in that shit. So I walk back to the car and debate going to a different AMP, as I’m already worked up for a visit.

But I decide to head back to work and save my cash for the experience I am really searching for. We will try again next week!