StrayLight
10-01-06, 18:06
I visited Cordoba 850 with a little bit of trepidation. It is part of the triad that makes up "Magic Hands" (http://www.magichandsonline.com) and as reported elsewhere in this forum, I had been rather disappointed with one of the sister locations at Montevideo 643.
But I was downtown and having a minor whiteout, and so decided to give it a try.
To my pleasant surprise, it could not have been more different from the Montevideo location; one would never guess they are both under the same management.
I walked in, and all the chicas were wearing these sort of white lab coats, giving the place a goofy sci-fi sex comedy ambiance. Really, it was something Woody Allen could have had in "Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask"...a room full of cute little orgasm technicians or something.
A comely little blond chica started talking to me, and I explained that my Spanish wasn't all that yet, and she immediately left and came back with Jennifer, who spoke about six words of English. Jennifer is a somewhat plain looking chica of about 30. I would not be ashamed to be seen having coffee with her anywhere, but neither would I go out of my way to meet her at a social gathering. However, she was certainly OK enough by any standards a guy might have when he's overflowing with testosterone.
So we went into the massage room, and it turned out to be very clean and well-maintained, with nice ambience. (Yes, just a tad different from my experience at Montevideo.) The music was a little loud for my tastes, and she turned it off when I asked her to.
I asked if I could take a shower first -- my theory being that a girl is more inclined to play with an ass that's known to be clean -- and she took me into the nicely-maintained, well-appointed shower (me, of course, wearing my pants with all money, etc., In the pockets)
After I returned, she began massaging my feet - a very different start point from most massages. She worked up the legs, and very, very lightly touched far enough inside my thighs that I was able to give her a clear, unambiguous sigh of pleasure.
She went up my back...hit the shoulders and upper arms...then went back down on focused on my lower back and butt. And everytime she went near my butt, I let her know that she was in friendly territory.
As the hour got on, she started paying more and more attention to my butt. Then the boys. Then the man himself. And I gave her no doubt about what felt right by me.
To my happy surprise, she eventually got into a prostate massage. With one finger massaging my prostate and the other hand massaging my dick, we spent a pleasant ten minutes or so with me in absolute heaven.
Then she rolled me over and basically did the same thing with me on my back for five minutes or so, then rounded the bend and went into the final stretch with a hand job that ended with jizz shooting practically up to my neck.
All in all, a very good time.
Took another shower, and was out of there with a promise to return, which I did about a week later, during which I got pretty much the same top-notch treatment.
In terms of just being able to just walk into someplace unannounced when you're downtown and spend a somewhat fun hour for 80 pesos, this place beats the shit out of Montevideo 643. Of course, there are many more places to explore, and Cordoba 850 could easily be found wanting over the long run. But for now, I think it's a pretty cool place to duck into when I'm in the neighborhood.
SL
But I was downtown and having a minor whiteout, and so decided to give it a try.
To my pleasant surprise, it could not have been more different from the Montevideo location; one would never guess they are both under the same management.
I walked in, and all the chicas were wearing these sort of white lab coats, giving the place a goofy sci-fi sex comedy ambiance. Really, it was something Woody Allen could have had in "Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask"...a room full of cute little orgasm technicians or something.
A comely little blond chica started talking to me, and I explained that my Spanish wasn't all that yet, and she immediately left and came back with Jennifer, who spoke about six words of English. Jennifer is a somewhat plain looking chica of about 30. I would not be ashamed to be seen having coffee with her anywhere, but neither would I go out of my way to meet her at a social gathering. However, she was certainly OK enough by any standards a guy might have when he's overflowing with testosterone.
So we went into the massage room, and it turned out to be very clean and well-maintained, with nice ambience. (Yes, just a tad different from my experience at Montevideo.) The music was a little loud for my tastes, and she turned it off when I asked her to.
I asked if I could take a shower first -- my theory being that a girl is more inclined to play with an ass that's known to be clean -- and she took me into the nicely-maintained, well-appointed shower (me, of course, wearing my pants with all money, etc., In the pockets)
After I returned, she began massaging my feet - a very different start point from most massages. She worked up the legs, and very, very lightly touched far enough inside my thighs that I was able to give her a clear, unambiguous sigh of pleasure.
She went up my back...hit the shoulders and upper arms...then went back down on focused on my lower back and butt. And everytime she went near my butt, I let her know that she was in friendly territory.
As the hour got on, she started paying more and more attention to my butt. Then the boys. Then the man himself. And I gave her no doubt about what felt right by me.
To my happy surprise, she eventually got into a prostate massage. With one finger massaging my prostate and the other hand massaging my dick, we spent a pleasant ten minutes or so with me in absolute heaven.
Then she rolled me over and basically did the same thing with me on my back for five minutes or so, then rounded the bend and went into the final stretch with a hand job that ended with jizz shooting practically up to my neck.
All in all, a very good time.
Took another shower, and was out of there with a promise to return, which I did about a week later, during which I got pretty much the same top-notch treatment.
In terms of just being able to just walk into someplace unannounced when you're downtown and spend a somewhat fun hour for 80 pesos, this place beats the shit out of Montevideo 643. Of course, there are many more places to explore, and Cordoba 850 could easily be found wanting over the long run. But for now, I think it's a pretty cool place to duck into when I'm in the neighborhood.
SL