2 More trips to Blue Sea Spa - Tina & Cindy
Addicted to AMPs: Blue Sea – Tina (Jersey City)
One to be added to the hallowed disappointing AMP experiences in my mind. This visit was initially intended to be another jaunt to Spa 297 (or Eastern House or whatever the hell they are calling themselves today). But I had to call Spa 297 twice before getting someone that said ‘maybe 30 min from now good’. But I wanted within the next ten to fifteen minutes and really did not want to wait around as it was raining (yes again, Jersey is turning into Portland folks).
I walked down towards Thai Style, but found as I got closer at that very moment I wanted a sure thing. So, I called Blue Sea. Someone answered (I think it was Coco), but she said no one available, some chit chat on their end, and then another voice saying ‘for you I am always available’. In any case, I walked over to Blue Sea and was let in by Coco who this time I got to see in a fabulously tight black and white dress. Damn, I had not realized how curvy, slightly chunky and busty she was.
Yummy, I thought to myself as Coco brought me to my room, the same one I’ve been in many times before. I wondered for a brief second why I never got to see the inside of any other rooms. Once inside, Coco then asked me if I post online. Not sure what she was getting at, she asked if I posted about my AMP visits there. I said, maybe I do, and certainly not under my AMP visitor name of ______. She said, she knew it was me. It confirmed that they keep records of who comes when and where, and who sees who, and their preferences. I bet the folks at Blue Sea were searching the web and came across ampreviews.net where I and others post frequently. She asked to not post about Blue Sea, and I said, ‘yeah sure. I understand’. She tried to explain as best she could that it was because the attention, and that they wanted to remain quiet. I was thinking LE attention might be giving them some unwanted heat.
While I was getting undressed, I heard the doorbell rang and another monger came in and was led to another room. On the way, I heard Coco go through the same conversation with this guy. Almost like whoever was here in the recent past, if they saw a post from them, they were asking them to refrain.
In walked Tina who did not have the bubbly, energetic face of old, and rather gave me a half-hearted hug. Something seemed off when she said “massage now?” This was a real turnabout as the last two times I was there we practically jumped right into the fucking.
Not saying too much is not Tina’s thing, and she was unusually quiet. The massage was good, but not great. Quite a few times the phone would ring in the office outside our room, and Tina would stick her head out the door and exchange words (in Chinese of course) with Coco. Still more mongers were ringing the bell, and often. I was beginning to think something strange is going on today because this is usually a quiet spot with little action, especially around 4PM on a Friday.
Returning to the massage that she really just wasn’t into, we did the flip kind of early, and she gave me a BBJ, which was good, but not fantastic. Like before, I sat on the end of the massage table/bed and fed my cock into her mouth. She just wasn’t the wildcat she’s been previously with me, but it wasn’t a bad experience mind you. I can tell she wanted our session to be a quiet one (as opposed to her moaning and saying 'fuck this Asian pussy’ last time). She got on the table as I motioned for her to get on her knees as I entered her. I lasted for a long time, and nearing the fifteen minute point, she quietly started to moan, and I could feel her starting to get wet…then I came.
Tina gave me another good massage on my legs, and then I asked her to do my feet. During the good foot massage, I tried to chat with her like we usually do but it she really wasn’t engaging all that much. When I mentioned what Coco was talking to me about when I arrived, she didn’t show any emotions.
After all was said and done, I was allowed to dress myself, and she came in to offer me a small bottle of water, which I accepted. Not sure if I will book time with Tina in the coming weeks, as I want to do Coco, or might just call ahead enough in advance so that when I book a session at Spa 297 they’ll be waiting for me.
Addicted to AMPs: Blue Sea – Cindy (Jersey City)
I don’t really know why I pick rainy days for such excursions (or do they pick me?), but this one did not start out well, and proceeded to uncharted territory leaving me with a mostly mixed reaction to events.
I originally had plans for the JC spot Spa 297, being that it was a Monday and I had no idea what talent was working that day, but given my last two visits (a Thursday and Wednesday) curiosity ran strong. However, a misty sprinkling early spring day became a deluge of a rainfall by mid-day. Once in the Journal Square area, I found myself making alternate plans. It would be a helluva walk to Spa 297 from the Journal Square Transportation Center in this weather, and I really didn’t feel like getting drenched in the rain. I dialed Thai Style, figuring I had not been there in a while, but the line rang, and rang with no answer. I tried again, and realized I was getting a bit tired, so if I was gonna do anything that day, it would be old standby, Blue Sea.
I dialed them, got familiar voice Coco on the line, and she said sure, drop right on by. Ten minutes later, I was at the door ringing the bell with vague memories of my last visit with Tina, which was unusual (see the prior story). Coco really looked yummy, and I was digging the (same as last time) tight-fitting black and white dress he wore, but she called out for a woman, Cindy, whom I’ve never seen before. Cindy took me to the same damn room I’ve always been in and left me alone to undress. Cindy was a little tall, 5’5 or 5’6 I would say, wore a tight-fitting dress similar to Coco, was somewhere in her thirties, and had a bob-style haircut. However, one thing that I immediately noticed was her smile. She had something going on with her teeth, and her jawline which gave her a certain unattractive look (to me at least). I’m not sure if it was the result of a birth defect, accident, or bad dental work, but when she smiled it just made it worse. Still, I figured I was here and all, why not try Cindy.
Cindy was very quiet during the massage. ‘You want hard or medium’ were one of the few words she said during the first twenty minutes. I choose medium, and it ended up hard which I really wasn’t digging. When she stood in front of me massaging my back while I was face down, I would attempt to caress her legs, but she would swiftly move to the side. ‘OK’, I thought to myself, maybe Cindy wants to be playful. She would massage one side of my back from the left, then move to the right for the other side. Cindy jumped up on the table for a bit and had her thighs on both side of my head for upper torso work (actually felt good at this point), but when I would try to reach around her thighs…it did not last long. Her English was pretty bad, which is why maybe she did not say much. Every time I tried to initiate some sort of small talk conversation, it went nowhere fast. After a while, I just dropped the idea. When it came to turn over time, Cindy put the towel over my midsection and massaged my legs, and arms, then off came the towel and she initiated the soft touch. She moved to the top of the table with me facing upwards and I tried to look into her eyes, but they were the saddest eyes I’ve seen in some time. They were almost wet with tears. Cindy tried to smile, but as I said before, that made her all the more unattractive (again, to me, and I say that because some other guy might think that she is attractive – all in the eye of the beholder as they say).
I briefly wondered if Cindy was one of those women forced to work in a place like this because she owed a huge debt to someone in China, or if she was forced into sex work for some other reason. Or maybe, she just didn’t click with me, and if a service provider does not click with you for whatever reason, you feel that and the session suffers.
Cindy then brought more attention towards my cock by gently playing with it. After so much time of silence she said ‘you want everything?’ ‘Yes’, I said, not sure what I was getting myself into this time.
Cindy then removed her slinky dress in that way that only the most experienced massage girls do…an adjustment of the shoulder, a slight pull and off it goes. So did the G-string panty she wore. She had a patch of hair above her tiny pussy lips, but her breasts, which looked like natural size B cups had the tastiest-looking nips but she really wasn’t into anyone munching on either. Oh well, I thought.
A pillow for my head, and then blam, she swallowed me whole. I’ve experienced a number of very good blowjobs in my life, but this bare one had tongue action, and hand action and swallowed me all up and down. Well, things were finally looking up for this excursion. She brought out a condom and put it in her mouth and continued the blowjob. Somehow, she managed to deftly place it over my now excited and enlarged cock while she was still going down on me. Making slurpy slurpy noises and guzzling my cock made me lose my mind.
Cindy, then got on top of me for a CG movement, but that wasn’t working for me, so she tried to lay down and spread her legs wide, and then over her head as a plunged into her. Doggystyle followed, and looking into the mirror was next on the menu…and we were at it for a while. She got a little tired and so did I saw at some point. I like to slow the action and fuck slowly, then pick up the pace and fuck hard and fast from a variety of angles. It keeps the fantasy alive in my mind, and keeps me hard at the same time. Cum in the bag, and a little massage for my legs and feet, and I was done. Actually, I was surprised I managed to get it together because all in all, I really didn’t find Cindy that attractive, and truth be told, I think she may have been a bit younger in years than my own personal preference.
One to be added to the hallowed disappointing AMP experiences in my mind. This visit was initially intended to be another jaunt to Spa 297 (or Eastern House or whatever the hell they are calling themselves today). But I had to call Spa 297 twice before getting someone that said ‘maybe 30 min from now good’. But I wanted within the next ten to fifteen minutes and really did not want to wait around as it was raining (yes again, Jersey is turning into Portland folks).
I walked down towards Thai Style, but found as I got closer at that very moment I wanted a sure thing. So, I called Blue Sea. Someone answered (I think it was Coco), but she said no one available, some chit chat on their end, and then another voice saying ‘for you I am always available’. In any case, I walked over to Blue Sea and was let in by Coco who this time I got to see in a fabulously tight black and white dress. Damn, I had not realized how curvy, slightly chunky and busty she was.
Yummy, I thought to myself as Coco brought me to my room, the same one I’ve been in many times before. I wondered for a brief second why I never got to see the inside of any other rooms. Once inside, Coco then asked me if I post online. Not sure what she was getting at, she asked if I posted about my AMP visits there. I said, maybe I do, and certainly not under my AMP visitor name of ______. She said, she knew it was me. It confirmed that they keep records of who comes when and where, and who sees who, and their preferences. I bet the folks at Blue Sea were searching the web and came across ampreviews.net where I and others post frequently. She asked to not post about Blue Sea, and I said, ‘yeah sure. I understand’. She tried to explain as best she could that it was because the attention, and that they wanted to remain quiet. I was thinking LE attention might be giving them some unwanted heat.
While I was getting undressed, I heard the doorbell rang and another monger came in and was led to another room. On the way, I heard Coco go through the same conversation with this guy. Almost like whoever was here in the recent past, if they saw a post from them, they were asking them to refrain.
In walked Tina who did not have the bubbly, energetic face of old, and rather gave me a half-hearted hug. Something seemed off when she said “massage now?” This was a real turnabout as the last two times I was there we practically jumped right into the fucking.
Not saying too much is not Tina’s thing, and she was unusually quiet. The massage was good, but not great. Quite a few times the phone would ring in the office outside our room, and Tina would stick her head out the door and exchange words (in Chinese of course) with Coco. Still more mongers were ringing the bell, and often. I was beginning to think something strange is going on today because this is usually a quiet spot with little action, especially around 4PM on a Friday.
Returning to the massage that she really just wasn’t into, we did the flip kind of early, and she gave me a BBJ, which was good, but not fantastic. Like before, I sat on the end of the massage table/bed and fed my cock into her mouth. She just wasn’t the wildcat she’s been previously with me, but it wasn’t a bad experience mind you. I can tell she wanted our session to be a quiet one (as opposed to her moaning and saying 'fuck this Asian pussy’ last time). She got on the table as I motioned for her to get on her knees as I entered her. I lasted for a long time, and nearing the fifteen minute point, she quietly started to moan, and I could feel her starting to get wet…then I came.
Tina gave me another good massage on my legs, and then I asked her to do my feet. During the good foot massage, I tried to chat with her like we usually do but it she really wasn’t engaging all that much. When I mentioned what Coco was talking to me about when I arrived, she didn’t show any emotions.
After all was said and done, I was allowed to dress myself, and she came in to offer me a small bottle of water, which I accepted. Not sure if I will book time with Tina in the coming weeks, as I want to do Coco, or might just call ahead enough in advance so that when I book a session at Spa 297 they’ll be waiting for me.
Addicted to AMPs: Blue Sea – Cindy (Jersey City)
I don’t really know why I pick rainy days for such excursions (or do they pick me?), but this one did not start out well, and proceeded to uncharted territory leaving me with a mostly mixed reaction to events.
I originally had plans for the JC spot Spa 297, being that it was a Monday and I had no idea what talent was working that day, but given my last two visits (a Thursday and Wednesday) curiosity ran strong. However, a misty sprinkling early spring day became a deluge of a rainfall by mid-day. Once in the Journal Square area, I found myself making alternate plans. It would be a helluva walk to Spa 297 from the Journal Square Transportation Center in this weather, and I really didn’t feel like getting drenched in the rain. I dialed Thai Style, figuring I had not been there in a while, but the line rang, and rang with no answer. I tried again, and realized I was getting a bit tired, so if I was gonna do anything that day, it would be old standby, Blue Sea.
I dialed them, got familiar voice Coco on the line, and she said sure, drop right on by. Ten minutes later, I was at the door ringing the bell with vague memories of my last visit with Tina, which was unusual (see the prior story). Coco really looked yummy, and I was digging the (same as last time) tight-fitting black and white dress he wore, but she called out for a woman, Cindy, whom I’ve never seen before. Cindy took me to the same damn room I’ve always been in and left me alone to undress. Cindy was a little tall, 5’5 or 5’6 I would say, wore a tight-fitting dress similar to Coco, was somewhere in her thirties, and had a bob-style haircut. However, one thing that I immediately noticed was her smile. She had something going on with her teeth, and her jawline which gave her a certain unattractive look (to me at least). I’m not sure if it was the result of a birth defect, accident, or bad dental work, but when she smiled it just made it worse. Still, I figured I was here and all, why not try Cindy.
Cindy was very quiet during the massage. ‘You want hard or medium’ were one of the few words she said during the first twenty minutes. I choose medium, and it ended up hard which I really wasn’t digging. When she stood in front of me massaging my back while I was face down, I would attempt to caress her legs, but she would swiftly move to the side. ‘OK’, I thought to myself, maybe Cindy wants to be playful. She would massage one side of my back from the left, then move to the right for the other side. Cindy jumped up on the table for a bit and had her thighs on both side of my head for upper torso work (actually felt good at this point), but when I would try to reach around her thighs…it did not last long. Her English was pretty bad, which is why maybe she did not say much. Every time I tried to initiate some sort of small talk conversation, it went nowhere fast. After a while, I just dropped the idea. When it came to turn over time, Cindy put the towel over my midsection and massaged my legs, and arms, then off came the towel and she initiated the soft touch. She moved to the top of the table with me facing upwards and I tried to look into her eyes, but they were the saddest eyes I’ve seen in some time. They were almost wet with tears. Cindy tried to smile, but as I said before, that made her all the more unattractive (again, to me, and I say that because some other guy might think that she is attractive – all in the eye of the beholder as they say).
I briefly wondered if Cindy was one of those women forced to work in a place like this because she owed a huge debt to someone in China, or if she was forced into sex work for some other reason. Or maybe, she just didn’t click with me, and if a service provider does not click with you for whatever reason, you feel that and the session suffers.
Cindy then brought more attention towards my cock by gently playing with it. After so much time of silence she said ‘you want everything?’ ‘Yes’, I said, not sure what I was getting myself into this time.
Cindy then removed her slinky dress in that way that only the most experienced massage girls do…an adjustment of the shoulder, a slight pull and off it goes. So did the G-string panty she wore. She had a patch of hair above her tiny pussy lips, but her breasts, which looked like natural size B cups had the tastiest-looking nips but she really wasn’t into anyone munching on either. Oh well, I thought.
A pillow for my head, and then blam, she swallowed me whole. I’ve experienced a number of very good blowjobs in my life, but this bare one had tongue action, and hand action and swallowed me all up and down. Well, things were finally looking up for this excursion. She brought out a condom and put it in her mouth and continued the blowjob. Somehow, she managed to deftly place it over my now excited and enlarged cock while she was still going down on me. Making slurpy slurpy noises and guzzling my cock made me lose my mind.
Cindy, then got on top of me for a CG movement, but that wasn’t working for me, so she tried to lay down and spread her legs wide, and then over her head as a plunged into her. Doggystyle followed, and looking into the mirror was next on the menu…and we were at it for a while. She got a little tired and so did I saw at some point. I like to slow the action and fuck slowly, then pick up the pace and fuck hard and fast from a variety of angles. It keeps the fantasy alive in my mind, and keeps me hard at the same time. Cum in the bag, and a little massage for my legs and feet, and I was done. Actually, I was surprised I managed to get it together because all in all, I really didn’t find Cindy that attractive, and truth be told, I think she may have been a bit younger in years than my own personal preference.
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