The naturally-beautiful-in-any-outfit Original Dannie writes:
I suppose if the men visiting me enjoyed sweats and jeans, I wouldn't need to "leave" to change into something that might resemble the pictures that I advertise.
Man oh man -- there are few experiences in life that are better than making out with a cutie in jeans and a sweatshirt, feeling her shape under the clothes, then watching her slink out of them and let them drop to the floor. THAT'S what made the sex in our youth so exciting.
I can understand the logistics of freshening up, making sure the donation is right and double-checking that all the doors are locked. But really, I would prefer if the lady stayed with me without the five minute (that always feels like fifty) "alone" time. I get all the alone time I want.
I will also say that many many many years ago, I went to a L1 massage place that had been my favorite therapeutic retreat up to that time. I got "comfortable" and laid down on the table, as i always had. About 30 minutes later, the lovely object of my lust came in, touched me lightly on the butt, and apologized for taking so long, but if I'd be just a little bit patient, she'd be back in a minute and make the wait worth the while. 20 minutes later, I got up and got dressed. As I passed through the front lobby, I saw the lady and her partner sitting in the floor of the office, bitching about a guy who had just cheated the partner out of her fee after his service. They both apologized, and asked me to stay for my session, but I had to get to another appointment, so I couldn't. (Besides, I was too pissed off to really enjoy the session, and I didn't want to accidentally say the ungracious things that were really going through my mind.) They offered the fee back and promised to make it better next time I returned, but I let them keep the fee deliberately telling them it was to make up for the jerk who caused me to miss out on my fun (in exchange for the promise that they wouldn't do the same to the next guy on their schedule). I never did return. I hope the guy that came in next had one hell of a time as a result of my generosity, because I surely didn't.
So, I just HATE that interlude when the lady leaves the room so I can get comfortable. It's NEVER really comfortable.