So here's another reflection. This one is about the first time I fell in love with a MPA. Yea, it's happened more than once. I guess I'm just the kind of guy who takes a while to learn that lesson. The girl was the receptionist at Utopia spa. Her name was Karen and she was a black/white mix with an infectious smile and a naughty gleam in her eyes. I used to see a blonde bombshell named Lexi at Utopia and Karen was the one who took my bookings. We would chat a fair bit before and after my sessions, and one day, she told me that she only worked the front cause she was taking a break from being a MPA. Holy shit!
Long story short, she became my regular after that. The funny thing is, I don't remember her MPA name. I think it was Gigi or Ginger. To me she was always Karen. We had many enjoyable sessions together. They were low mileage by today's standards. The furthest I ever got was a finger in her pussy. But, mileage didn't matter to me back then. One day, in the middle of winter, she told me she was retiring. So, on her last scheduled day, I fought a snow storm to see her one last time. When I finally got there, I was told that she never came in on account of the weather. Man, I was heartbroken, and that was the moment I realized that I had fallen in love and that I'd never see her again.
I still think of her fondly and I hope she's long out of the biz and is happy somewhere.