After a while of sticking to the safe havens of renowned, tried-and-true massage salons, I decided to dip my toes into uncharted waters. Something a little more provincial, a touch amateurish—just the kind of delightful adventure I was looking for. A review of a girl named Bara caught my eye, described with vivid detail and no frills, as well as the enticing offer of a discount on the first massage. Naturally, I couldn’t resist.
The first hiccup appeared when I realized the salon didn’t have a schedule. Booking was a bit of a chaotic affair, more like a spontaneous ad-hoc arrangement depending on when the ladies were available. You could see who was working that day on their website, but planning ahead was a challenge. I decided to test my luck and booked a 90-minute massage a few days in advance using SMS. It took several confirmations, even on the day of the massage.
I arrived, parked, and approached the salon, only to find a different sign. A relic from a previous business, perhaps? But the sign at the door warmly invited me to enter, and I rang the bell. A voluptuous and scantily clad lady opened the door, confirmed my appointment, and dropped the bombshell: my masseuse wouldn’t be available for another hour. What a mood killer! I showed my confirmed SMS, but alas, she wasn’t quite ready. The ladies present offered their services, but I decided to leave with my dignity intact and a lesson learned.
After querying their operator, they apologized and offered another appointment for next week—possibly. A word of caution: avoid salons without clear schedules.
Fast forward to the following week, and there was Bara , a very pleasant and communicative Ukrainian beauty with natural curves (though they might need a surgeon’s touch down the line), a slender figure, and as I would later discover, a beautiful butt. At around 25, she wasn’t exactly a spring chicken, which became evident during the massage. Payment was made upfront with a discount.
Led into a spacious room with a large massage tub, I was stripped and showered. What started poorly the previous week was now off to an unexpectedly great beginning. After the shower, we stood face to face, pressed against each other in a tender embrace, lightly caressing and exploring each other—delightfully pleasant. The back massage on the large bed was brief, about 15 minutes (out of the total 90), before Bara flipped me over and continued with an all-over body-to-body experience. She offered her breasts to my hands, her perky nipples to my mouth—it was simply fantastic. I couldn’t resist and caressed her everywhere without any restrictions.
Bara took charge of my package with a unique method, a kind of playful shaking I wasn’t accustomed to, so I showed her a different technique. Before long, she was on her back, allowing a full body massage, her inviting femininity clearly open to mutual touch. Meanwhile, she skillfully attended to my friend, who was only too happy to respond. What can I say? Soon, we both had our fill, and as Bara squeezed her thighs together and declined further lower exploration for a bit, we shifted into a playful 69, where I found my bliss.
The ending was a joy, as Bara didn’t simply drop my friend like some other masseuses might. She finished with a gentle touch, cleaning and pampering him. We lay together for a while, entwined in an embrace. A shared shower, dressing, a quick chat, and a fond farewell followed.
In summary, a 90-minute “pussycat” massage was a rewarding experience. Points deducted for the initial communication with the salon, but plenty of kudos to Bara —an exceptional, adaptable companion for any visitor. I’d gladly return for an repeat. Just a small note: the lovely lady knows reviews exist and did ask if I’d write one.
