Jennifer @ Angel Massage

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Saturday afternoon; I resume my systematic appraisal of East Hastings massage spas. Tempted to return to familiar ground with proven track record—The Static, Prosper, Rainbow, Tom’s—I give myself a push to overcome anxiety about checking out a new place, telling myself: “Can’t live your life afraid!”

The Westender ad for Angel Massage had caught my eye: seven girls, and Happy Hour from 11-3. At 1 PM I phone that I’d like to come by within the next half hour: "May I please ask who's available?" A friendly lady named Coco answered, “Every girl is available.” Music in my ears, but wait: a Saturday afternoon, and nobody whooping it up at Angel Massage? I get the impression that pooning isn't as popular as it deserves to be—perhaps too many guys aren’t facing up to their mortality but are hoarding their cash instead of enjoying life while they can?

Well, not me. I ring the bell, and 2 appealing Asian ladies welcome me in—one of them bouncy, vamped-up Coco with red-colored hair who is acting as mamasan and has considerable slut appeal, and the other a more subdued-looking but cute Sechuanese girl named Jennifer, slim but not too tiny, with no conspicuous makeup and lots of innocent-schoolgirl appeal.

She does wear a flaming-red transparent nightie with red panties and bra—not too boringly innocent after all!—and immediately triggers in me a mixture of lust and protectiveness that simultaneously craves to envelop her with tenderness and ravish her like an animal. I ask for an “all-inclusive” but the best Coco can offer is the Happy Hour special: .5 for 60 minutes.

Jennifer leads me to a spacious, spotless massage room, the coziest I’ve yet seen, tastefully painted in blue, with a small couch, soft colored lights around the mirror, a large vase with colorful artificial flowers and a big poster of a blonde pornstar on the wall beside the (somewhat narrow) massage table. The soft, fluffy towels appear to be the newest of any massage place I’ve visited.

We hug lightly at first, and I hold her cheek to cheek, feeling a wave of attraction come over me. After a bit of friendly small talk I ask how much she’d like. She shyly requests $.4. But, for someone as lovely in my eyes as Jennifer, my sense of fairness compels me not to offer less than $.5, which she happily accepts. I ask her to put on the black stockings I brought, and she seems delighted—a good sign. Her English is fine, even though she has only been in Canada one year; she says she learnt in China.

I’ve had luck in my month-long pooning career—but no girl made me feel more relaxed from the get-go than Jennifer. I do something I haven’t done before: just lie naked with her on the massage table for a good 10 minutes, caressing each other with no urgent purpose. I notice her pussy isn’t shaven; an all-natural girl—fine with me. She almost seems a little apologetic about her breast size when I take off her bra but her nipples are huge and suckable—honestly, I far prefer small Asian breasts to enhanced but often largely off-limit ones. I ask her to stretch her delicate pussy wide open with her hands to get the hair out of the way and afford me my single most favorite type of view in the world. She doesn’t like digits to go too deeply, but judging from her moans and movements, she's appreciatively responsive to extended and mostly gentle DATY.

I use my own condoms because the standard-sized one she offers won’t fit comfortably. Okay with her. We start in mish, followed by CG, doggie, some more DATY, some face-sitting (a fetish of mine, with the right person) and more CG. I would rate her as a spinner and think of asking her to demonstrate a full rotation, but the narrow massage table makes this a little too awkward or even risky.

A good 30 minutes after penetration, I orgasm in mish, with her closed legs stretched flat and her pussy clamped tight around my cock: my favorite way to come. There was absolutely no rushing. Perhaps taking it slow in the beginning has something to do with the amazingly warm, relaxed, even cheerful rapport I felt throughout “the main course”?


For “desert” I usually have a massage, but feeling affectionately connected with Jennifer I ask her to cuddle up together on the massage table, caressing each other and talking. She tells me a bit about her life (which I’ll keep secret) and I tell her about mine (I hope she’ll do the same). I tell her, that in the opinion of any sensible thinking person, her line of work deserves the utmost respect: “Don’t pay attention to those silly, confused people who try to make you feel bad about what you do.” I feel so incredibly happy holding her, I almost feel a little infatuated.

We go over my allotted hour, with no objection on her part. After a tender hug she hands me her cell phone number on the way out (I almost feel tempted to give her mine). She asks if I want to leave through the back door. I say, “No—I’m proud of what we’ve just done.” Sure enough, on the way out I bump into another pooner in the reception area, but he averts his eyes. The reception is now staffed by an Asian gentleman who heartily thanks me for stopping by.

Jennifer is not only a good lay but also an absolute sweetie. Strange I couldn't find any previous reviews of her. My objectivity may be a little blurred right now—so I’ll be extra tough in my rating: L 8.5; A9; S8; P(=personality): 10. I’ll definitely repeat.

 

[Robert B]

hey tantalize, very nice rvw.