I tried to post this as a review, but couldn't because the masseuse has no web-site I know of. Anyway, this concerns Lindsay, a massage provider w/an ad in the RFT. I had almost no computer access for two months while in STL, so I had to rely on RFT. I had pretty good luck, up until this experience:
I called Lindsay a couple of times to schedule a massage, and when she finally answered her phone, we got together on the Friday before Xmas. I found her incall location w/no difficulty--she actually gave good directions (I'm not from STL). I get there, to kind of a run-down office building in Hazelwood. It's gigantic. Plus, the suite numbers don't have any rhyme or reason to how they're placed, and not all are marked. I saw this as a GOOD sign: if she wanted discretion, maybe I'd have a good time. I call her and ask her where she is. She's on the way. Gets there, tells me she left her massage table at her house, and would I mind if she ran and got it? Not at all--and to be fair, she was back in 15 min. I helped her carry it in and get set up. It seemed like a large office suite she had, but she was careful not to let me but in one room, even though we were the only ones there (and I was sure--I listened, and it was pitch dark when she unlocked the office door). She turned the lights off, lit some candles, turned on relaxing music, and told me to get comfortable. I stripped down, and lay on my stomach while she went out. She came in and began a great massage. She asked how I wanted it, hard or soft, and I said, "soft," not only because if you say "hard" a masseuse will try to kill you by breaking you in half, but also hoping that would clue her in that I really wanted sensual or erotic massage.
She began a fantastic soft massage, and she began grazing my balls when massaging the crack of my ass. I spread my legs a little, and she didn't say anything, but kept on massaging there, so I thought we were home free. Although she stayed clothed, there was lots of contact with her legs and stomach and arms from her leaning over. That was nice, too, because she's young and hot and felt good. We talked some, but after awhile, it felt so good that I just relaxed and didn't say much. There was lots of that soft, fingernail-stroking thing on your back that gets you instantly hard. She told me to turn over. She put a towel around my by now enormous erection, and I figured it was just part of the tease.
About this time, someone came in the outer office and she went out to see them. Whoever it was stayed (sounded female) and when I came out of the session room later, she was doing something in the kitchen. Anyhow, Lindsay came back and proceeded to massage my sides and thighs, grazing my balls again (which weren't covered by the towel), to the point where I thought I would actually explode. It was so intense, my thigh muscles kept locking up, and she actually went back and re-massaged the legs after she said "try to relax."
Then, she turned the lights up and said, "OK, we're done." I was speechless. There I am, realizing I've had an ENTIRE HOUR of sensual massage, and now I'm confronted with the worse case of blue balls I have ever had and an erection that feels like it's made of solid granite. I asked, somewhat lamely, if people normally tipped, and she said, "Um, well, 20% for service, just like a restaurant." Her rate is $ 65 for the hour, and I gave an additional $ 25, but I was extremely disappointed. When I left, she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and asked me to come back soon.
I don't know what to think--talk about your mixed signals: wonderful massage, but all the signs for having a good time were there--ad in RFT w/picture, run-down business location, really hot girl not wearing too much clothing (tight jeans and short t-shirt, which showed nice thong and tatoo), no double-take when she came in and I was naked, no problem massaging my ass or inner thighs, lots of light stroking which was a huge turn-on--and then NOTHING. I've never had anything like that happen before--you know pretty soon into a massage if it's going to include something good at the end or not, and if you're not sure, the provider finds a way to let you know. She never said anything or hinted that she wanted me to say or do something I hadn't done. I just don't understand it--she HAD to know that was a huge turn-on, she could SEE the erection! I don't know if she's someone who insists that the customer make an offer, or if I smelled like 5-0, or if the presence of her friend, or the fact that she had another client coming later, had anything to do with it. I wasn't expecting FS, but I was certainly expecting an HJ or BJ by the end, and it was just never offered. I'd go back to see if it was just a comfort thing w/her, which improves on more visits, but I'm really curious if anyone else has had a different experience. Nice girl, but seemed new, and if I ever needed a release after a massage, that was it.
So, thankfully, another masseuse from RFT I had seen several times came through in a pinch and worked me in and gave me the BBBJ I needed an hour later, and I felt so much better afterwards I was nearly in tears!
Sorry for the long post--feel free to PM me w/thoughts. I'm back East now, but may come back to STL, and would like to know more about what's there (but I probably won't have computer access while there, so gotta do research before I go).
