I had some big plans for last Thursday evening but unfortunately the course of nature conspired against them and they were condemned to failure, but that's another story. I thought about giving the whole idea away and going home to watch TV with some soggy pretzels.

 

The problem was, being so anxious for the previous several days or more, it would have been impossible to put sexual connectedness from my mind. WTF, I need to release the tension somehow and something was telling me a quick trip to the gents wasn't the answer. I decided to dust off my little black phone and give a few places a try. I rang a couple of places and to cut a long story short, eventually settled for Madame Leona's as the guy on the phone ensured me Rebecca would be there. Rebecca had recently received a pretty positive review on FIA so my desperation may yet be mitigated.

 

On arriving at ML and making an enquiry about Rebecca, the guy on the desk said "not come in, I just phone, she not come today". Am I a gullible SOB or what? The oldest trick in the book. "Many other nice girls, you take look." Oh man, what's happening tonight. Despite a strong desire to tell the guy to shove it up his tutu, my other brain (the bigger one below the belt) is telling me a different story.

 

To cut a long story short, there were 4 pretty, young, Asian ladies who did strut their stuff. All were pleasing to the eye, all were touted as being super-love-godesses and all had the attention of "The Brain". This was tough. I wanted to leave to teach that guy a lesson for dragging me down there without Rebecca so I picked a sweet Taiwanese lass called Happy. The lesson would have to wait.

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah I know she's the best. Yeah I know she make very good time. Yeah, yeah, yeah very beautiful. Come on dude just get my change and point me to the room.

 

Happy came into the room and we made some small talk about Taiwan and a visa (don't know where that came from, perhaps she mis-heard my remark about the guy on the desk being a real teaser). I told her about the description of her skills he'd portrayed. She laughed her head off. At least she has a good sense of humour. Happy was some young age, she said 26 but I reckon less but it's hard to tell. I suppose she'd know. She had a lovely face and a great arse and slender body. She did have incredibly small tits though - almost none at all. Not sure what's smaller than a A-cup.

 

We got into the shower together and things were looking up. The trouble was that the water had a mind of its own - hot, cold, hot, cold, fucking hot, fucking cold , it was getting annoying. Happy was laughing again and I wondered again what was so funny. I estimate we were in the shower for 15 of our 30 minutes with a twist of the tap and a twist of "The Brain", another twist of the tap and another twist of "The Brain". It was kind of working but mainly not. At least there was no doubt we were very clean.

 

After an eternity we got out, dried off and started to get sociable on the bed. The shower scene behind us things started to improve. Happy was a skilful kisser, gave a really excellent CBJ which almost had me off several times. She then athletically moved to CG to finish. All the excitement had taken its toll on "The Brain". He wasn't so smart anymore, after all. Happy lay by my side and used some adept tap twisting motions to return some life to the traitor and we finished with a very pleasant HJ and some nice, if not a little reserved, kissing.

 

Would I see Happy again, yes sure after water restrictions are finished.