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Bodyline is a parlour in the West of Melbourne that specialises in Rub and Tug. It calls itself a massage parlour or relaxation centre. You have a nice time with a lady culminating with her jacking you off. Some of the girls there give full service but in the main it is not to be expected. I mean there arent even any beds there. Just large massage benches.
I hadnt been there for ages (I normally go to places where Full Service is provided). But I decided to re-visit the other day to see a German girl I have always liked.

Frulein Cindy remembered me well. I adore her accent and her looks. One thing about Bodyline Spa, there are some damn fine looking women there, and this German beauty with her fabulous glamour model shape, green eyes and porcelain skin is one of the best.
So its off to room number three with the disco lights, which we both agree to kill in preference for conventional lighting dimmed down.

Frulein Cindy has a good German work ethic and strong hands and arms. You want a massage, shell give you one. Personally I reckon massages are for sports people and people who are unwell, or suffering from muscle complaints. I want a massage about as much as I want to go out the back and fold their towels for them.
Id actually attended the place because I wanted sex. Funny that.
Not that there was any problem there. Cindy is the kind of girl who is quite happy to skip the rubbing and get straight into the hanky panky stuff.
There was a fair bit of fooling around as we crawled all over each other with different goals, aims and intentions.
Thats when I came straight out with the full service proposal, and duly got my arse smacked. With such an ambiguous response I had to ask a few more times.

You know what the answer is now stop asking Whack!
Oh it wasnt that hard, she was only fooling around. Im not into all this hurtie stuff anyway. But I did follow through on the game and told her I now have the right to slap her arse in return.
Ja! Okay, she says.
Shes on the bench in no time, gorgeous arse raised in anticipation Whack!
No! Must be harder! She says.
Oh? Whack!
Now thats too hard! She complains.
Look Cindy, I say, Im a rank amateur at this arse slapping stuff. I dont mind one or two love taps for a bit of a laugh but
Like this, she says turning round and sitting up to get at my arse Whack!
Oh I get it! like this, I respond Whack!
Ja! Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Okay enough! I say.
You gone all soft, she says, giving my confused old fella a shake.
Thats because my body doesnt know if its here for sex or prisoner interrogation, I tell her. Now lay down again. I want to show you something.
Which way?
On your back.
What are you going to show me? She asks mockingly.
Hey! Ive learnt a lot since I last saw you, I tell her. Did you know there is this thing called sexual intercourse?
Dont start that again.

I kiss her here; I kiss her there. She giggles.
What are you looking for? She asks.
Erogenous zones.
Here, she says, raising her perfect leg and pointing to the back of her knee. I massage the area with my tongue, whilst my fingers attend to her nipples. She goes off into a trance. Wow! Now where on the right train, I think.

Now my sweet Cindy is relaxing beautifully and were both mmming and arrhing in satisfaction.
She rolls over. I stop her half-way to kiss her back as I stand behind her. In the half light of the room I look at her in the mirror. There is just enough light to make her whitest of skin luminous. She is one of the most perfect images of the classic pose, nude reclining that I can remember seeing.
Stay, like that, I whisper.
Ja. She answers softly.
I step back and I really am deeply touched by how beautiful she is. It is quite an extraordinary sight. Its like she knows Im being fulfilled just by looking at her. Like the classic marble sculpture of beauty I have asked her to become, she simply lays there whilst I continue to drink in her beauty. After a while she sighs with boredom. I sigh with awe at her beauty. Then its back to work.

Well for me anyway as I run my hands over her exquisite being, explore here, explore there and cough up an extra $30 for the allowance of cunnilingus, which I wont describe, because you know how to do it, you know how it goes, but lets just say a mighty fine time was had by both parties.

She gave back to me by sixty-nine position and her usual impeccable skill with lotions, hands, and determination to shower her tits with man milk.
Cindy is great fun. She is certainly one of the best I have ever known in this confusing almost but not quite skill they call Rub and Tug.

But in the end, I issue a stern reminder to myself: I WANNA GET LAID!
There is no point in wasting time and money in places like this hoping she might be one of those girls who will give full service for extra payment. Better by far to go to a place where you know it is going to happen in the first place. And much better value for money too. I mean, Ive had a couple of full services in a massage parlour, but even when it happens, trying to enjoy each other on a massage bench is nowhere near as satisfying as a king size bed.

It was lovely to see Cindy again, but $250 is a lot of dough for what I got.

I keep thinking I could have gone to any parlour and got full service for that. I should have and Im a little cross at myself for not doing so.
But there again they dont have Cindy.
Ja!