A recent report from an English punting forum:
First Sauna and River Nile Sauna
I had been away in Europe during most of July with my family. Obviously there was no chance for any funny business. It was an exhausting trip involving walking for more than 12 hours a day visiting museums in Italy and France. When I finally came back on my own (wife and son still in London enjoying themselves) my legs were extremely sore. I thought a good massage was needed, and headed for the First Sauna in Central only to find that it had already closed down.
Disappointed, I went to the River Nile Sauna in Causeway Bay, at the junction of Gloucester and Marsh Road, just one block away from Elizabeth House (to its west). There is a sign at the door saying that the company will not collect tips on behalf of its masseuses, giving me the impression that it is a “vegi” place with no happy ending.
Anyway, I got in and changed in the locker room downstairs. After a quick shower upstairs (where the sauna and steam rooms as well as hot and cold pools were located), I was ushered into the lounge which was quite large and comfortable. Everything looked well maintained even though it has been opened for several years. Certainly an up-market establishment.
A manager came and asked if I had been there before and I said no. He then suggested may be I would like a young and pretty masseuse, I nodded and added that she must not be fat. With that, he went away and came back in a few minutes to show me to my massage room.
I was greeted by Sandy (number 96) in the room. She seemed in her early 20s, well built and reasonably good looking. She was wearing a short skirt and a loose fitting blouse that revealed a little of her breasts. This kind of uniform seemed to be a bit provocative for a “vegi” place, and I was a bit unsure what to expect.
Sandy was very pleasant to talk to and we had a nice chat about her recent white-rafting trip to Yunnan and Guizhou. Her massage skill was also quite good, and she gave careful treatment to my legs which were suffering from too much walking in Italian museums during the previous weeks. When she did the oil rub, her hands did gently touched my balls but she made it seemed like it was all by accident, without enticing me to thinking that anything erotic was coming up.
After I turned face up and she had completed the massage on my legs, she suddenly asked me, in all seriousness, what other services I’d like. I asked what was on offer, and she (holding my dick in her hands) said I could have a full package or a half package (which presumably must be handjob). I opted for a full package, and was told it would cost me $1,800. It was quite expensive, but with my little brother held hostage, it was too late to turn back. She turned off the light in the room, but didn’t even bother to cover the glass panel on the door (perhaps because it was already mid-night and there were probably no other customers around), and then stripped.
Sex was great with her, fantastic girl friend feeling, even though her tits were not as large as I had imagined. On my way out, she gave me her phone number, but I probably won’t go back as it is fairly pricey. But then again, it is kind of an “exclusive” place and you pay for that. Ever since its opening (may be three to four years ago) I had wanted to visit this place, but have never seen anyone reviewing it in the various local Chinese forums.
