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The time of the day certainly helped. Dusk on a Summers afternoon certainly has a sweet melancholic feel about it. And although Bodylinx is at the end of an industrial street in Footscray, a romantic fool like me could only see the red sunset over the city and smell the jasmine entwined round the Bodylinx cyclone fence as I happily traipsed up the garden path to the little green house and my hour in paradise.
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Before I started seeing Working Ladies at "full service" level, when "hand relief" was as hard core as I thought I would ever want to go, Nadia at Bodylinx was one of my favourites. It would be two years ago when I first met her and I'm like most punters: once you have met this beautiful woman you don't forget her.

When I say beautiful I don't use the term lightly. She could be a model but there again she couldn't, because she really is tiny. But everything is proportionate. In short (pun intended); Nadia is a beautiful little woman.

Glasses and garters are the signature of Nadia. She has new frames but they suit her just as well. For years I used to look at the people wearing glasses in advertisements and in posters at opticians and couldn't figure out why they looked so good (the same set of frames didn't look that good on me). But the answer was simple. They are beautiful looking people. Glasses would always look good on them. Thus it is with Nadia. Whether glasses suit her or not (personally I think they do) one thing is certain - because she is so good looking, they just look good on her.

When she greeted me today I was confronted once again by how beautiful she is. And also flattered that she remembered me. A warm coy smile. She wears a little black dress. I love the copper tones in her hair, her matching necklace and earrings (when you get naked, please leave them on Nadia, I thought to myself). She took my hand, entwining fingers and led me to the room.

Nadia is the kind of woman you would want to be seen with. She is the woman you would want to take to parties and dinners. There is a fascinating aura about her. The poor darling must attract men like flies at social occasions. And probably many other occasions too. She is like an item that you just want to own. Like an object so beautiful you cannot help but shamefully covet. You simply want Nadia to belong to you. She is that kind of woman.

Standing next to the bench it's the usual warm cuddles and embraces to commence and then a shared desire to lie down. She did not, as some "Rub n Tug" ladies sometimes do, keep her distance, standing next to the bench, for the mundane obligatory massage routine. No. It was straight into an experience that was neither sex or intimacy in the deeper interpretation of the term, but was rich with an unexpected closeness and understanding.

I cannot believe the naturalism, grace and simplicity with which it happened. It was an experience that is more likely to happen at the end of a very special session - not the beginning.

She simply laid her beautiful tiny body on top of me - and melted into me. Her face was next to mine and a lovely, thirty odd minutes of indulgence of the senses commenced. Her lovely long hair fell about my face. Her earrings, her necklace, and her copper hair. Her fingers in my hair. Her breath in my ear. But each movement of our bodies brought shared murmurs of pleasure.

It was such an unusual gesture. The kind that might happen between two people who have a long-standing familiarity with each other.

I remember once on another post about intimacy I wrote:

If true intimacy could only be obtained through sex, or if sex was a guarantee of intimacy, I would not be seeing Working Ladies. I could not begin to imagine the complications of feeling intimately close to every Working Lady I see.

But what I often feel with a Working Lady is closeness to another human. I don't know her real name, I don't know her private circumstances, yet I feel very close to her. Two humans who are anonymous to each other are curled up together tenderly stroking each other.

I think there is something very pure and unadulterated in that. In ironic contrast to the puritans who would disdain the punter/Working Lady relationship, perhaps this tender gentle expression between two strangers is closer to God than all their self-righteous, god-bothering prayers.

Well that is perhaps a bit sentimental - especially from an irreligious bastard like me, but it fairly conveys the way it felt today with Nadia.

Alright; for the cynics, I acknowledge the fact that she was "working" but God it felt good! And in some ways, isn't that what writing down these experiences is all about? - How good did she make me feel?

She made me feel very special is the simple answer. She was so warm, so tender, so gentle, so engaging, so melting, I wanted it to last forever. And I was seriously thinking of allowing the hour to pass in that way.

But after thirty minutes or so of being in this blissful entwine, the little movements became more demanding and any divine emotions were bullied away by the less sentimental thing between my legs.

So part two of this lovely session was spent doing - well doing what people having sex do.

In a "full service" establishment I am strongly opposed to paying for "extras". But an RnT is a different game with a different set of rules. Plus the basic fee is usually a lot less. So if you have budgeted two hundred odd dollars for a punt and you pay only one hundred and fifty at the counter (of which she gets half) there is a level of satisfaction for both punter and lady if you slip another fifty straight to the lady. We're all happy, no one is out of pocket, and the service is taken to a whole new level. From kissing, to oral on me, to a long and beautiful cunnilingus experience, to a finish in Spanish that was breathtaking.

Nadia has been at Bodylinx probably more than most other girls. I was thrilled to day to learn that she is still there, looking more beautiful than ever, and giving a level of service that is better than ever.

It was dark when I reluctantly left. I wanted to take her with me. Unfortunately that is not allowed.