Enticing photos, two glowing reviews, a springtime mood… all of these came together with a successful booking. From the very first moments, Sandy seemed a bit different from most of the masseuses I’ve met at the parlor. Both in appearance and demeanor. This girl is lucky—what others achieve with makeup or Botox, she has naturally. Big eyes, sensual full lips. Fairly tall and slim, with soft skin. I admit, for breast enthusiasts, her chest might be a disappointment; they’re like beads of girlish shapes. But if you browse through the profiles of all the girls at the parlor, Sandy is the only one with a size 1, so you can’t really be surprised. What really got me was her approach. Not only is she nice, but she’s not afraid to make contact. This might be that mythical GFE… The massage has that kind of foreplay, a nice feeling that tickles your ego. As if it were more than just a paid service and a beautiful girl trying not to rush it, for a moment you feel like she actually likes you (!) and wants to enjoy it too, within the rules. Sure, it’s a game, but it gets you.

We’ve all experienced a nice massage that unexpectedly intensifies and turns into a ride. Posing in front of mirrors, perfect timing, and creativity. It builds up, you enjoy it, and when it’s over, you know you have a few minutes before you leave. But during that remaining time, you’re not thinking about what could have been different, about any mistake in choosing (the salon or the girl), or whether it should have been more directed… You’re not wondering if verbal clarification would have helped. You’re not planning to misbehave a bit more in the shower, knowing you won’t see each other again. None of this happens because everything just worked out that day, you have pure joy and no regrets (not about yourself, her, or the money). I digressed a bit, back on track: The initial shower with Sandy was quite intimate (after all, we’ve known each other for about 5 minutes and have been naked for about 2), she’s not afraid of a hug. More of a cuddly intimacy, but it didn’t escalate, not even a hint for the first round. Returning to the room, where it’s pleasantly warm, with enough light—she asks about the setup. Communication in English is no problem, but we didn’t talk much. I’d categorize the back massage as erotic, with just the right amount of oil. A few slides, using her knee and butt for the more forceful elements. Lived experience, intertwining fingers, moaning. She massages the butt, but more discreetly, doesn’t tease the perineum, doesn’t check the equipment.

The atmosphere thickens after the turn. Just as it was possible to beautifully perceive her moving body when she lay on my back, similar situations surprisingly occur even after turning over. Posing in the mirror is one thing, but teasing with the body is damn sexy… Girl, how do you know I’m not a pushy jerk who would take this as an invitation? I reciprocate the trust, continue the game, not wanting to ruin the tension. Instead of a frontal assault, I get a b2b, but Sandy is lying the other way around, with her ankles near my head. She’s swaying, legs bent, butt sticking out, divine view. I won’t prolong the description, you probably already understand that I enjoyed the massage. A quick finish, I can’t slow this down, and there wasn’t much time left anyway. A trip to the shower, but it still feels just right, nothing like cleaning the room-payment-reception, with another guy coming up next. (Of course, I know this, so it doesn’t need to be shown.)

Epilogue—I’m not one for repeats, perhaps out of fear that the second time would lack the tension, curiosity, the discovery of the unknown. I’ve come close twice, but either the timing didn’t work out, or I didn’t make it, and the girl disappeared.

Expectations were high, I took a risk, and the repeat didn’t disappoint me = even the second time, I wasn’t disappointed with the massage with Sandy. The process was similar, a slight change in appearance (eye makeup, thicker eyeliner) + different nail polish.
60min, winter warming (B2B), paid 2 thousand crowns