Slim and flexible Lola was my first venture into the Candy Shop. Arranging the meeting was straightforward enough—a simple WhatsApp exchange led me to a location on Maiselova. A short wait, which I’ve come to learn is customary at CS, had me waiting behind a curtain while the women at the desk ushered another guy into the room. I was offered a drink, which I always find sweet but unnecessary since I carry a water bottle with me. Still, it’s a nice gesture. It wasn’t long before Lola emerged from behind the dressing room curtain and confidently glided over to me. She’s slender and on the taller side. A bit awkward on high heels, but in a flirtatious, cute way. We kissed, and she led me to our room.
The room was down a hidden staircase (one day that’s going to get me) and to the right. Once inside, this fiery redhead turned to me and asked what I had in mind. One hour of B2B should suffice, I said. She asked if I wanted to add kissing. I didn’t know that was on the menu, but yes. Very much, thank you. The kissing started immediately, and she’s a natural. My hands found her firm rear, and we stood there for a moment before undressing and heading to the shower. This room is quite inconvenient in that the client and masseuse have to put on robes and head back to the hallway to get to the shower. Unfortunately, once we were in the shower and my hands were back on that gorgeous body, I forgot about the hallway. The shower was standard, with lots of deep kisses and full-body washing for both of us. Afterwards, she helped me undress, and we headed back to the room for the main event.
On the bed, she had me lie on my stomach to start. This always feels like a waste to me because I’m such a visual person—I want nothing more than to have my eyes on the masseuse during the session. …Not to mention my hands. But Lola got into it. She oiled up that long torso and used me as a toy until I was stiffer than an oak branch. One detail that didn’t quite work was her cold rear. Once she flipped over and planted that gorgeous bottom on me, I nearly froze. Maybe poor circulation in the cabin? Finally, I was allowed to turn over and see this fair-skinned beauty. Not a classic beauty, but I prefer girls with a bit of character. Every time her hungry lips pressed against mine for a deep kiss of swirling tongues, my head spun. She’s truly a fantastic kisser. Hungry and excited. Passionate. Before long, I found those long fingers wrapped around my shaft. Oiled up and ready to rock. Lola’s twisting movements caught my attention as I looked heel-deep into her round eyes. Unfortunately, can I never finish with a hand job? Am I the only one?? Judging by the reactions I get from masseuses, it seems that way. I prefer the exhibitionist route—jerking off while gazing at a beautiful naked stranger lying at my feet. It does it every time—even if they playfully protest that I’m “doing their job.” …Some girls really take it personally that they can’t finish me themselves. Maybe I’m some kind of anomaly? …Or I just really know what my guy needs. After some cleanup and great chatting on the bed, we made our way back down that chilly hallway for our second shower. A few more kisses and that was all she wrote. All in all, a great time. My first of many, many fruitful visits to the Candy Shop.
One hour of B2B with French kissing. My fingers also found their way to her moist kitty.
Paid 2000+500 for extra
