Fantastic passion and natural intimacy
| |  | Kissing
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| | | Oral sex without a condom |
| | | Come in mouth |
| | | Swallow |
| | | Reverse Oral |
| | | Penetrative sex |
I have barely punted at all this year, but after an unexpected visit last night from an unfortunately unavailable female friend, I woke up this morning very much in the mood. I decided on I.K Services, for their professional and reliable standards - and also because I had not used them regularly for over three years, much preferring outcalls in recent times.
So, eager to reacquaint myself, I picked out two possible hotties and made a text booking request. Back came Michelle: "Have you used us before?". "Yes, loads, but not for a while", I replied. "What was your old number? This one isn't listed?". "No idea,", I replied, "It's changed several times over the years". "Can you give a brief description of yourself, so that Belle knows what to expect when you knock? Age, height, hair colour? Your entire genome?". I jest with the last bit, although I was feeling impatient, treated like some criminal pervert under legal interrogation. Anyway, as I was giving a description, I received another text saying that all was OK and that she remembered who I was. I confirmed my identity and a booking with Belle was made. Agencies have a duty of care to the girls they represent, but also a responsibility for good customer service too - a balance which cannot be easy to always get right. I.K Services are the most professional agency I have experience of and I suppose Michelle had her reasons - perhaps someone using the same name had proved troublesome in the past.
I was a bit tense when my taxi dropped me off at my destination. I had prepared with anxious attention: showered, shaved, deodorised. I dressed in trousers, suede boots, t-shirt and Harrington style jacket. Suddenly, and too late, I worried that I looked too preppy. I double checked my pockets for tobacco, keys, money and phone. My phone was a new one, and user hostile, so I had copied down the address and access instructions on a separate piece of paper. This took a nervous minute to locate.
I had no need to buzz the apartment number, as entry was gained by following in a friendly guy who held open the door for me. As I exited the lift, the correct apartment door was almost directly in front of me. I knocked, heard the heels and the door opened. I went in to a smiling "hello" and Belle pounced right away. She held me in a long, tongue twirling kiss, grabbing my arse and pulling our crotches in together. My nerves were forgotten.
She got me a drink of orange squash and I handed over the fee and pleasantries were exchanged. Belle was slightly taller than me in heels, about 5ft 11in. She is slender with pale skin and full, red vixen lips. She had flowing blonde hair (extensions I think ), blue eyes and had an estimated size 10 figure. We sat down and I told her briefly of my journey and the I.K Services texts. She was friendly and quick to laugh. With remarkable and thrilling alacrity, we were kissing again (after flashing and mutually affirming eye contact), open mouthed with strong tongue action. My hand searched its way between her thighs, which she helpfully parted, whilst her hand fondled my bulging crotch.
It was shower time, at Belle's suggestion - a formal and never deviated from policy. I'm sure most blokes have the sense to be fastidiously clean for an escort appointment. She ran the shower for me, which was a nice, attentive touch and after ablutions were completed for the second time in under one hour, I joined Belle on the bed where we knelt facing each other. She wore stockings and light blue lingerie with lots of strappy, intricate stuff that there is probably a name for. We were kissing hard, with Belle pushing her thighs and crotch into me so that I had to push back, to avoid falling off the bed. It was good, passionate stuff as I grabbed her arse through her knickers, clumsily removing her bra, then laying down and pulling her on top of me.
She planted kisses on my neck, nipples and then up and down my preternaturally hard cock. She licked my balls with a hot, wet mouth which felt deeply satisfying, then locked her lips and tongue around my end before moving up and down with moderate speed and depth. I groaned with pleasure as she reverted her attention to my scrotum, pushing a warm, probing tongue between my balls and applying pressure to the very base of my cock. This was too much and I warned her that I was going to come. Her lips locked again around my cock as I spurted deep into her mouth, Belle continuing to suck me through my gradually diminishing spasms. Only when I began to twitch with uncomfortable sensitivity, did she remove her lips, swallow in two gulps, then lie down beside me to cuddle and kiss. Rather thoughtfully, this was closed mouth kissing!
"Under normal circumstances, I'd have a nap now", I said sleepily into her shoulder. Several thousand leagues beneath Oscar Wilde, I'm sure you'll agree, yet she laughed generously and companionably. I kissed her mouth and squeezed a generous handful of breast. I took each hard nipple in my mouth, then positioned my head between her legs. Her scent was gorgeous as I kissed the brief, bare flesh between her crotch and stocking tops. I removed her knickers (I see red in my mind and earlier thought blue - weird) to reveal - da da dah - pubes! The rarest of adornments in the escort world, it was an enormous thrill to see someone who doesn't want to look like a little girl. She was tightly trimmed and completely unshaven. I commented on her rarity and she smiled a pleased response. I kissed her outer lips and let out warm breath on her clitoris, teasing her and hoping to build her arousal. I licked up and down until I was confident I had found her spot, then licked across in a steady, unchanging rhythm. As her hips writhed up and down, I held the tip of my nose down on her pubic bone to keep my tongue in place. After a few minutes she came in long lasting, intermittent pulses.
We cuddled, then I asked for lotion to massage her. She produced a cream which proved quite thick and difficult to apply, though smelled very nice. I worked it slowly into her back and shoulders, the steady, hypnotic motion helping me to recover my energies. We talked a little, nothing consequential, but easy and natural. When I was ready I kissed the back of her knees and up her thighs, my mouth edging closer and closer to her dark, holy place. She parted her legs, but this wasn't the best angle, so I kissed up her porcelain skinned and beauty spotted back. I lay down on top of her, resting much of my weight on my elbows, lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck. My cock bounced into hardness and pushed along her arse crack. I kissed all around the shell of her ear, then nuzzled her lobe. She seemed to love this, moaned, and pushed her pelvis up, grinding against my cock. I turned her over and went down on her once more. She came much more quickly this time and squeezed my head so hard between her thighs that white spots appeared before my eyes and I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.
I asked for a condom. Between us, clumsily and laughing, we finally managed to apply one, after discarding two others. She asked what position I favoured and I opted for missionary. There's a reason it's a classic. She held me in her hand and guided me in. I went in smoothly and deliberately slowly, wanting to savour that initial sensation. God, she felt good! Not quite the tightest, but close, in the top twenty. She felt very toned as I pushed into the hilt, pulled almost completely out, and then slowly all the way back in until my scrotum pushed firmly into her arse cheeks with delightful pressure. Slowly we fucked, her hands gripping my shoulders. A little faster and her moans came louder. She wrapped her legs tightly around my hips as I thrust into her harder. I felt pulses inside her as she kissed my neck, and sharper, more hectic moaning directly into my ear. It was coming, and I banged into her harder and harder. Her hands reached down to grab the top of my arse cheeks and pull me into her as I came. I think my cries must have escalated because hers did too, maybe consciously. As I finished she squeezed her vaginal muscles and dragged out of me and into the condom a few extra drops. I remained inside her for what seemed like a long time, both panting and I becoming aware for the first time of the sweat between us in the generously heated apartment. We said nice things to each other, I can't remember what. She kissed up and down my neck, sending post orgasmic shivers down my spine. It's a long time since I felt so contented.
I reluctantly, but necessarily, disengaged - as my cock was rapidly softening. She gently removed the condom, gave me a wipe, and a towel for my shower. I drained my orange squash in one thirsty gulp, showered, dressed, and joined her in the living room. I thanked her, she said how much she needed that. With a hug, a kiss and directions on which floor to disembark from the lift, I was on my way.
Once outside, I texted Michelle to say what a sexual beast Belle was and to let her know how much I had enjoyed myself. She responded promptly and enthusiastically and asked for a review - she meant on the I.K Services site, but I prefer the X-rated WYSG version.
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