I recently needed to be out in the east for a lunch time appointment. I had some time beforehand, so it gave me the opportunity to try out one of the suburban shops. One of the earliest reviews I read on PP was of a well regarded Chinese girl, Jennifer, at Oriental Angels (OA). So I thought, what the heck, it’s on the same train line so why not go out early and see?

 

I found OA amongst the panel beaters and mechanics and was welcomed in by a boyosan to a largish private intro room, complete with blaring TV. I was still busy finding the volume button when the first lady came in. Eva was certainly a looker, and leant in close to murmur promises of delight before departing. There was another girl, very tall, so brief and businesslike I can't recall her name. The startled looking Cici or Sisi from China who was a bit vague, but had a very thin tall statuesque figure and her hair up in an enchanting style.

 

Finally was Sakura, who told me she was Japanese, which I privately doubt. She also promised all sorts of things, said she even enjoyed them with a younger (?) man... No worries about all the juicy bits being only extras at this place. Sakura was a kisser even in the intro, had a cute girlish grin with engagingly crooked teeth. She knelt, embraced, held hands and whispered endearments into my ears, went to leave and came back again, a couple of times. I felt a bit awkward, because she was obviously keen for a booking, but I'd pretty much decided to see Eva already. She even bowed deeply when she finally did leave. Maybe she is Japanese after all.

 

When the boyosan came back, he told me I'd have to wait 20 minutes for Eva now. The old bloke who looked about seventy who shuffled in ahead of me must have had the same thoughts as me, but he was happy with 20 minutes. The boyo was almost eyeing me harshly as if to say 'fool, you should have grabbed her when you saw her in the intro.’ I was in no rush, so decided to wait for her. This gave me plenty of time to consider that I'd probably chosen the top booker over the shop struggler (Sakura) even though the latter girl tugged at my heart strings. Time would tell if it was the right decision. Interestingly, while I was sitting waiting, I overheard phone bookings for and one punter arrive to see the famous Lotus. I never saw her, but I understand she’s a bit of a legend out here.

 

Having tried all the available TV channels, I was beginning to despair at the sort of crap that gets fed to morning viewers when the old bloke in his cream corduroys shuffled back past and gave me a sly nod through the gap in the curtain. I heard him telling someone (the boyosan?) it was such a nice day he was off for a round of golf! Shortly after Eva magically reappeared all ready to roll. I had booked her for 45 minutes at $150. She ushered me into the room and left me to shower.

 

The rooms here are big, but there was definitely a musty or sweaty smell that was unpleasant. After a minute or so, I couldn't notice it, but it was a bit of a turn off when first walking in. Eva was back even before I'd finished showering and started ferreting around in her little bag, then proceeded to lift her short black dress over her head, revealing a completely nude body. She comes from Singapore, speaks reasonable English and said she’s been at OA for a month or so. She talked a bit about her study and the difficulty in finding a shop to work in while I dried off. When I conservatively guessed her age at thirty, she replied ‘something like that.’

 

I declined the offer of a massage, and invited her to embrace and nuzzle, which we did with a bit of laughter and tickling. She had said ‘kissing’ in her intro, and indeed there was. But only light and definitely not passionate or DFK. I’m actually happy with just light kissing if I feel it's initiated by the lady or genuinely reciprocated. It was neither in Eva's case, but I tried not to dwell on it or frustrate her by pushing. There were plenty of other things we could do...

 

We rolled around a bit; she pressed her shortly trimmed bush against my stiffening penis whilst she laid atop me, as I traced my fingers over her lithe back and firm small arse. She has an unusual birthmark which she showed me. As well as English, she speaks both Mandarin and Cantonese. My feeble efforts at the language (I've dated Chinese girls and spent some time there) earned a flurry of questions and attempts to engage me in conversation beyond my ken. "Did I have a Chinese girlfriend?" and my favourite initially "Do you like Chinese girls?" What to say, - nah, I kinda just stumbled on this Asian only place in the back streets of Blackburn and the fact that we're engaged in a pretty intimate embrace right now is really an accident, I was looking for a Russian.... But, I just said yes Eva, Chinese girls are lovely.

 

Eva's breasts are nice, petite and completely natural. My attentions to them elicited sounds from her that I could clearly tell were "enhanced' though. Her ruby coloured nipples grew in their proud length but remained soft rather than getting hard as I suckled them. For some reason when I'm immersed in a woman's lovely breasts I get distracted by the thought that I am giving one such attention at the expense of the other, that I should swap to ensure I'm being fair. I must remember to ask a woman one day should I just really concentrate on one, or if giving equal time is better for them. Of course, each woman might have a different answer, but anyway...

 

I told her I wanted to pleasure her, rolling her over onto her back. Kisses along her side, on her belly, down and then up her legs. Kissing her feet made her wide eyed, but I was eager to get to taste her sex so didn't dwell on them for too long, novel though that may have been for this girl. The DATY was good, though she took a while to relax into it. I was pleasantly surprised to find she had her own natural scent and taste - not that of soap or worse, lubricant. Maybe the old bloke had only settled on a tug or a head job, good on him.

 

For me her naturalness was heavenly. We talked about pussies and pubic hair interspersed with licking and teasing for a minute or so. Eva seemed astonished to learn that I actually prefer natural full length pubic hair on women. Her experience is that punters, particularly younger men seem to prefer shaved.

 

Enough talk. Conversation gave way to serious cunnilingus, with long lapping strokes of her quite fine (and wet) labia, and jiggling of her clitoris. She is quite small within her hood, taking a bit more concentration to find the little thing and remain on task. I had already said to Eva, that this was for her, she didn't need to worry about putting on a performance for me - just enjoy this if you like it, if not tell me. Well, she seemed to like it, giving me positive verbal encouragement and ultimately a vocal hip thrashing conclusion. Her hands and fingers went to mine, briefly into my hair and then finally grabbing my wrists so tightly I thought her nails would leave marks.

 

Kissing gently as she was indeed sensitive afterwards, Eva said she hardly ever comes (maybe she says that to all the boys?...) so was now exhausted. ‘You kill me!’ Happy but tired. I lay my head on her belly and let her rest a few minutes, before she told me I was naughty as one of my hands had surreptitiously found its way to her right breast and nipple. Checking I was still hard, (as if) she offered to blow me. I knelt up, she put on a dom with an unusual stretching style, ensuring it covered right down to the base. She knelt forward from her laying position and descended her head to my groin and engaged in some very shallow throat, really only sucking on the head.

 

I wanted to stroke her hair and kiss her ears, but she asked me not to. I traced her legs, her short pubes and very carefully and gently the outline of her outer labia, as she had her legs quite apart and her bum on the bed. She batted my hand away with her elbow. Maybe she was thinking ‘For Christ’s sake let a woman go about her work!’

 

Soon she left off her sucking with a loud popping slurp and reached for a tissue to deal with her saliva. Perhaps all my hand roaming meant she knew that I was distracted or she really was tired. She looked pleadingly at me. She'd been at it for all of two minutes, though I imagine it would have been an uncomfortable position for her. I offered to lay down on my back for her continue, but she just asked ‘Why don’t we fuck?’

 

Okay, let’s do that then. I gently laid her back and we went straight into a nice mish with lots of embracing and arse squeezing. I kept forgetting myself in wanting to kiss and stroke her hair. Mid coitus we had a brief discussion about it. I do understand the problem with hair and make-up, but nevertheless those things in the middle of making love just come naturally sometimes. I suppose that's the difference in choosing a private escort who has less hurried service, understands what guys seek in GFE and is more comfortable with that kind of intimacy. At least those are my thoughts, anyway.

 

I built up quite a head of steam in mish and could see myself breasting the tape soon if we continued, but I wanted to try other positions. Eva expressed reluctance! She grabbed me more tightly, gave me a cursory kiss and told me she was tired and wanted to do it this way. Oh well, I continued on my task. About now though, her moans started to sound clearly faked to me, which had the opposite effect of what I suppose she was trying to achieve...

 

I knew the moment had passed, so asked her to change to a 69. When she got up to change positions and wipe herself, she actually went to her bag of tricks to check her watch! Seriously we would’ve been lucky to be half way into a 45 minute booking! Whatever.

 

We settled into a 69, but she kept almost hovering herself just out of comfortable reach of my mouth. Eventually I physically grabbed hold of her hips and brought her back to earth. She got the idea. Eva had gained no more enthusiasm for her CBJ since the earlier effort, so as much as it was pleasant, I knew I’d need stronger stimulation to come.

 

I asked her use her hands, which she did – with the condom still on! I grabbed it off myself only for Eva to say she was worried about my cum getting in her hair. I suggested she sit up a bit, knowing that it would give me more of her pussy and arse to enjoy as well as removing the immediate risk to her oh so precious hair. And thus we eventually got there, through a mixture of her and ultimately my hands. Oh, and I was very modest in my emission, ensuring it was all contained in my fingers.

 

Even though I was laying in a giddy post orgasmic bliss, I was alert enough to be surprised that Eva just jumped up off the bed without a word and hopped into the shower. OK, end of play 15 minutes early I surmised. They have a one shot only policy here unless you pay an extra 20 up front. But still, there’s such a thing as enjoying laying with your lover afterwards...

 

I cleaned myself up and eventually moved to join her in the shower, only to have Eva put her hand up in a STOP motion, telling me she’d be finished soon. OK, so I just stood there with my deflating cock, not knowing whether to look at her or somewhere else, lest the pleasure of looking at her naked was supposed to end with my coming as well.

 

I showered and then cursed myself that I hadn’t brought a towel over. I really didn’t want to drip all over their carpet. Eva was busying herself tidying up the tissues, the bed sheet, and the towels. I had to ask her to bring me one. She was still naked at least and she is very beautiful, so I stole what little pleasure I could watching her move around the room as I dried and dressed. At one point, once dry, I went to stand with her and place my arm around her waist, but she pulled sharply away, giving me a clear message that there was no more touching.

 

Eva kept saying over and over “I’m so tired, you kill me, you kill me...” Now I don’t think I taxed her endurance that much. After all, I’d agreed to only have intercourse in her preferred position and it wasn’t all that long, the BJ and HJ had been pretty pedestrian. Maybe she found DATY hard work. If she found it hard to start work at 10am, that was something she needed to take up with her bosses, rather than me. I know some girls can be not on song early on, so it’s always a risk you take I guess.

 

I even got to wondering what the old codger had got up to before me. Jesus, he couldn’t have worn her out in twenty minutes, even if he was a sexual athlete! He still had enough go in him for a round of golf after his early morning punt after all.

 

Eva slid her dress back on over her head as quickly as she’d discarded it, a lovely process to watch. Then she did something extraordinary. As I was almost dressed, putting my shoes back on, she came over and sat next to me on the edge of the bed and sweetly asked if she could have a tip.

 

Whoa? Did I miss something? She must have sensed my initial reaction, because she launched into her argument that I should because she came, and she only comes like about once a week, and since I made her come I should really give her a generous tip. I couldn’t follow the logic. It was then just 35 minutes since I’d walked into the room after paying for a 45 minute booking, and all intimacy had ceased at my orgasm. In the intro I was sure she’d even said she’ll come in my mouth, so why was it such a big deal now? Maybe I misheard and she’d said I could come in hers. Don’t know how my swimmers would have burst through the condom in that scenario.

 

So, I said I didn’t think so. While I had sucked and fucked a very attractive girl, as far as I could tell, all the effort had been mine. I said, perhaps the best tip I could give would be repeat business, but Eva was clearly unimpressed. Time to leave this awkwardness behind. At the door she said goodbye, turned on her heel and walked down the hallway.

 

On my way out I caught a glimpse of Sakura glued to the telly. I paused and she looked over and gave me a sad smile and a wave. If only, I thought...

 

Source: Oriental Angels - September 2011 - Eva (new girl?)