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Your first "Massage"

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Do you remember the first one - whether it was a successful one or not doesn't matter!

Mine was in Brighton in the early 90's - I found her details in the Friday Ad and it was planned meticulously so that I could be sure it was what I wanted - plus the Missus (at the time) was going to be away.

To be fair I can't even remember what the Lady looked like but the one abiding memory was that she used latex gloves for the "main event"!

It was weird looking back but as it was my first time I really didn't know what to expect - she spent ages getting ready with gloves, towels, tissues etc - very off putting if it happened today but back then the excitement far outweighed the actual event.

In fact memory tells me there was very little massage more "nether region activity" than anything else.

I was allowed two pops which was easy for me in those days.

Anyway it certainly made me want to try elsewhere (which I have absolutely done) and amongst a few really bad ones (which we have all experienced) there have been some memorable massages with some absolutely lovely ladies.

I would be interested to hear about other peoples first massage experiences.

Thanks

G

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My first massage was at a place in Southgate (on the small roudabout if anyone remembers) in 1986. Decided to go there one saturday afternoon after passing by a few times.

Walked into reception and innocently asked 'Do you do massage?'. I should have known the answer due to the bloody great sign in the window :D. Anyway, was told massage and a jaccuzzi will be £20 so booked in and through to the main area. There was another guy sitting in there reading a book and I was horified at the thought of another guy being there. Nowadays, I would probably end up having a chat with him. Was then shown by the receptionist/ masseuse where to put clothes etc. and here the jaccuzzi was so got undressed and into the tub.

Sat there for about 15 mins enjoying the bubbles when she came through and said the other guy was in no hurry and I could have my massage whenever I wanted it. I got out of the tub double quick and towelled down ready to go to the room. I noticed that she stayed with me and kept glancing towards the old boy but was still not sure of what to follow.

The maseusse was an australian girl I found out who was over there on a working holiday. I don't remember her name but I do remember that she had red hair and was pretty fit. The massage started as usual with me on my front and was (I think) fairly light and sensual. Still nothing to lead me to believe that anything else was on offer until she started to massage my back from above my head when she started grinding her body against my hands on the end of the bed. That certainly started things stirring!! (remember this is my first massage). After my back she started wotk on my legs again with a few cc swipes and touches of the balls before I was asked to turn over which was not difficult as the old boy was nearly pushing me onto my side by now :D.

Seeing me lying there with a big hard on she started on my front gradually getting nearer and nearer to me until the magic words 'Does that need some attention as well?'. The thought had never left my mind since she stood in the jaccuzzi room :rolleyes:!!.

After some small discussion, I got a naked HR for £15 as I remember it and very nice it was too. She also tried to upsell me for other delights but then I was too new to this game to even consider them. Still it did get me started on a long career searching for the elusive perfect massage/ punt.

After all these years, I still look back on that first massage with fondness although I never did see her agian as she had left the shop before I returned again. Over the years I have had some good massages and some really crap attempts by others but this one still sticks in my memory as no doubt many others on here remember their first time.

BaZ

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I remember my first experience as though it was yesterday althought it occured in the 1980's. Like Godolphin I found the ad in the local Friday Ad. The lady was located in East Grinstead and had a mini spa in a log cabin in her garden, quite well equipped with jacuzzi, sauna and massage table and she was wore the obligatory white uniform with front zip.

She gave a very professional massage and it was left to the client on turning over to ask if she did any extras! HR was on offer but she wouldn't go topless or allow touching only a good view of her breasts via a lowered zip!

On subsequent occasions a much larger menu of delights were on offer.

There were very few masseuses operating in those day and the Friday Ad pre internet was about the only source of information. How things have changed.

By strange co-incidence I had a massage a few years later in Lingfield area and it turned out to be her daughter so by a round about route I ticked off the mother & daughter fantasy in my list of things to do before 50.

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Yes, in Singapore in a spa joint in my hotel (!) close to 10 years ago. It was with a lovely girl called Ivy, I think she was from Hong Kong or Malaysia, cant remember now. Lovely C cup tits. Cant actually remember how the massage or the HE was, but remember she was a pretty little thing. Went back to see her twice.

Not sure why, but I took a complete break from sensual massage until about 2 years ago...glad to be back!

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Mine was in early 1970s in the basement of a sauna joint on the Seven Sisters Road south Tottenham near Manor Park tube. Remember the girl wore a tartan mini kilt and low cut top. Had a massage don't know if it was good bad or indifferent as had nothing to compare it with, offered "manual hand relief" (or similar phrase) for I think £3 which I declined:eek:

Subsequently went to a few other places around Eversholt Street area by Euston and similarly declined the offerd HR:confused: too scared I think.

Eventually learned the error of my ways and plucked up the courage to have HR:p

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Michael that ran a massage service in Luton - 1989? His house in Strathmore Ave (before he moved to Alton Rd). Ad in the Luton News.

Attractive, plump, bespectacled student aged 19 to 20 I would say.

Great massage but I was disappointed when it ended. Asked was "that it" - "oh did you want a topless hand relief finish?" - "yes please" was my response. Came quickly and was "satisfied".

He ran a great place and some great friendly girls worked for him.

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Having had endless therapeutic massages which involved nothing more than varying levels of pain, my first taste of the 'other side' came as a complete surprise and as such could never be repeated....

Backpacking in Nepal I returned from an arduous trek to the delightful town of Pokara. I decided to treat myself to a good rubdown having spotted a makeshift 'massage' sign. In a spartan room that opened straight into the street I was offered tea by 3 wrinkled cronies. We smiled at each other and expressed ourselves monosyllabically before being joined by a rather delicious 20 yr old grand-daughter who spoke a touch more English.

I was then asked to choice who I would want to perform the massage. Nowerdays I would scream 'You are kidding, arn't you?' but too embarrassed to express a preference I handed back the decision-making process. I got the young girl - and realised there is a God after all.

I was plonked on a proper massage table behind a curtain. She soon ripped off my underpants as I lay there and protected my modesty with a tea towel.

Simply having my bum done was an expected joy and I revelled in the informality.

On turning over, her hands eventually ran freely down my front and got the required response. She then whispered a price of about £3 (half the massage itself) as she tapped her intended target. I nodded and she retired to quickly return with special oil and some cleaning products.

Wow! I thought is this really happening? It was, it did, and at the age of 27 I was hooked by the whole concept - slightly chastising myself for all those wasted years...

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Mine was way back in the 1970s in an establishment close to Victoria Station called Sultan's Sauna and Massage. I was quite young and naive in those days but had read somewhere-probably in Men Only or Penthouse- that these sort of establishments offered topless HR. I certainly wasn't disappointed as a young student type called Jo who was very friendly and who had given me a very relaxing massage had a quick look at my enhanced "condition" down below and kindly suggested that she thought that " he" would appreciate a massage too. She proceeded to administer a very sensual finish but what I remember particularly was her touch belied her tender years (she was about 19-20) and the fact that she used both hands to gradually effect a controlled explosion :D

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My first experience was in the 80's at a place that is still going but it is more full service now back then it was the called "The Orchid" in colindale now its called Mirage.

It was a simple 2 girl setup then (Within a couple of years of me going it turned into full service multi girl occupancy)

I had a choice of 2 georgeous blonde english girls I chose the one with bigger tits no joke this girl was page 3 material with figure to match.

I think it cost me all in £30-£40 for a nude massage with relief didnt have a clue what to expect its all a bit of a blur now but I was hooked from that moment and got friendly with the other girl I turned down first time and ended up with some fantastic experiences

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My first visit was "Claudines" near Euston station. I saw the ad in a soft porn mag. It may have been "Knave" or "Parade" and those mags had quite a few massage ads inside.

The year was 1976 and I had a sauna and massage for (I think) £8.50 and HR was another £5 but I went for a tit wank which was another £8. The girl was an attractive blonde named Anita.

In those days, people were only earning about £1.20 per hour, so the money spent was more than a day of pay unless I worked a 12 hour Sunday. Yes, rather pricey relief but I was young and single and rather carefree in those days. I still wish I was!

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My first massage was at Genesis in West Bridgeford, Nottingham in the early 80's when I was a student in the city.

I recall being very, very nervous (being only 20 years old at the time) and the time between the masseuse starting the HR and my sudden ejaculation was only a matter of seconds.

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God, it was so long ago...I think it was with a lady called Delilah, she'd just split up with her boyfriend after a head-shaving prank had misfired...:)

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My first visit was "Claudines" near Euston station. I saw the ad in a soft porn mag. It may have been "Knave" or "Parade" and those mags had quite a few massage ads inside.

The year was 1976 and I had a sauna and massage for (I think) £8.50 and HR was another £5 but I went for a tit wank which was another £8. The girl was an attractive blonde named Anita.

In those days, people were only earning about £1.20 per hour, so the money spent was more than a day of pay unless I worked a 12 hour Sunday. Yes, rather pricey relief but I was young and single and rather carefree in those days. I still wish I was!

Pretty well matches my own experience, though I may have beat you to it by a couple of years. Was it Claudine's, or New Experience, or that place in Chalton St, I wonder?

Things have improved unrecognisably since then.

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Late 70's , I was 18 and the place was Stratford Sauna when it first opened. Single ladies and couples also used to go and you could sunbathe naked in the garden area.

The masseuse used to put a towel no larger than a flannel over your privates when you turned over - but it didn't stay in lace for long. The girls would get the sack if the owner found out they were giving extras but turned a blind eye to any hanky panky by couples or with the single ladies in the showers & sauna. The first time I went I was so naive I didn't ask the masseuse for a happy ending but I soon learnt the ropes. From what I can remember all the girls 18 - 25 and very fit.

Shame the place went downhill so much when the owner sold it and it became knocking shop.

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Sometime in the 70's, at a place called Neptune Sauna in Hendon, long gone. I had no idea how things worked but had heard that such places offered HR. I got an Australian girl with very rough hands, I think she must have been a cattle hand back home! She gave me a massage and then said, "Is that all you want?" in a rather impatient sort of way, so I asked what else was available, and got a menu I did not understand, Swedish, French etc. so I had to ask for further details, feeling something of a prune. Eventually we agreed on HR and I had to get up and get out my wallet. She remained fully clothed and did the deed.

It was such an lacklustre unexciting experience that I did not go for a massage for over 20 years, and concentrated on the amateurs instead. Then I had a course of massage for medical reasons, which was enjoyable and I thought it would be good if there was a little more to it!

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September 1976 having just left the parental home to start university in the big city - the somewhat generous allowance I received from my father was burning a hole in my pocket.

Like the Jolly T and possibly Mr B, I went to Claudines which was being plugged heavily in David Sullivan's top shelf mags (Playbird/Whitehouse) after spending a couple of hours at a nearby porn cinema also picked out from these mags.

The masseuse was mature, prob late 40s and very well spoken. I had the topless HR option which was very tame by today's standards. Once settled at university, I found I didn't need to pay.:)

My second massage was almost exactly 3 years later just after starting my first job. This was at the New Experience in Kentish Town Road. The masseuse here was a Uni student type with massive natural boobs. I had underestimated the inflationary effects on this industry and didn't have enough on me for her lowest priced extra which was topless HR. She offered to provide fully clothed HR for what I had - a serious pity as I would have loved to have seen her without anything on.

It was several more years until my 3rd experience havng found myself in a serious relationship.

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my first was a girl in southend 20 odd years went for a massage wondering what would happen went in and saw a girl about 25 dressed in lingerie .

i went in nervously and had a massage after 10 mins she asked how i wanted to finish ,i didnt have a clue and said however you like .

youre new to this and laughed and started to rub my cock followed by on with a condom and oral to a quick conclusion we had a chat and i left slightly confused:confused:

went back a month later with less nerves and ended up with the works finishing with reverse cowgirl .

tried to contact her again but she had gone and i didnt punt for 5 years:eek:

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Pretty well matches my own experience, though I may have beat you to it by a couple of years. Was it Claudine's, or New Experience, or that place in Chalton St, I wonder?

Things have improved unrecognisably since then.

It was certainly Claudines. Later that year, I went to the New Experience at 275 Eversholt Street and was massaged by a busty blonde girl. I got HR for a fiver. By the way, a fiver would buy 12 pints of Stella or Guinness in those days.

I hope HR has come down in price in London now or I may be forced to go teetotal on my next trip!

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Mine was in Scorpios in Edinburgh whilst visiting for the festival around 20 years ago. Thankfully it was the less aggressive of the brothers on duty that day. The girl I chose was a student at one of the universities (Heriot-Watt), very much a student you could imagine trying to impress when I was a student myself.

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