A good punt overall, but she didn't do CIM as hoped
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Having read the earlier report on the WYSG, I was keen to see this young lady and managed to book her on the day about four hours in advance. I arrived at Clarence Dock, only to find (yet again) that come the appointed hour, Imogen wasn't ready. So I waited at the dock side on one of the faux grass areas alongside the canal. Five minutes passed and then ten and I wondered if I was going to have to give the session a miss, as I was due back at work within the next two hours. Finally I got Jess' text and made my way quickly to the apartment. Once let in, I was kissed (always a good start) and led to the lounge where Imogen apologised for the wait and told me that the previous client and escort had been late leaving the apartment.
Imogen is an attractive mid-20's, size 8, 5ft 6in blonde with lots of tattoos - particularly on her back - and one of her many piercings, as I found out, is through her clit.
Small talk was quick in my opinion and then Imogen asked if I wanted a shower. Fortunately (and for reasons that will become clear later, it was fortunate) I had showered earlier and only needed to freshen up in advance of the bedroom activities. My todger wash and mouthwash took around two minutes and then I was into the bedroom and fondling Imogen, who had undressed into her undies.
We kissed (including tongues) and this had the effect of getting me immediately hard. I had been thinking non-stop about sex for the last 24 hours and was desperate to get some relief. Imogen asked me what I wanted and I explained that oral would get me off quickly and then we could concentrate on the main event. Imogen's sucking off was good, with plenty of eye contact and she pulled her hair back to give me a good view. Within minutes, I was ready to shoot and expected (as per the previous report) that in my Imogen would take me in her mouth - but just as I was about to spurt she said "I don't do oral without to completion". This led to an awkward couple of seconds, during which I was wanked off onto her tits. Maybe Imogen has been inundated with WYSG members wanting to snowball with her - or maybe she has just decided that CIM isn't for her, but it was not what I expected.
Imogen cleaned herself up (as did I) and then we chatted for a while about why I had picked her that day - and about punting in general.
Fortunately (you'll keep seeing this word, dear readers), because I had been feeling so randy in advance of the appointment, I only took for or ten minutes to get pointy again - and then round two began.
Imogen removed her knickers (I'd only removed her bra for round one) and sat astride me, performing a good horse riding simulation atop me. A couple of minutes of that and we changed to reverse cowgirl which was equally as good - with the added bonus of seeing both holes as she ground away. A few minutes of this and my hands could feel Imogen's arse beginning to feel slightly sweaty, with her exertions and so I offered to help out with some of the work. I pulled out and moved Imogen in front of me, so as to take her doggy style - which she seemed to enjoy and positioned herself for ease of thrust for me and maximum enjoyment for herself. This was delightful and after a while I asked if I could pull on her long blonde hair whilst thrusting. Imogen was happy for me to do this and I was happy that she wasn't one of those girls with extensions in her hair.
Now it was my turn to ride and I galloped away (holding her reins/hair) to completion and then stuttered to a stop to fully appreciate the experience. Lovely!
On another day I would have tried for a third shot, but because I hadn't been admitted to the flat until more than minutes over time, I (fortunately) decided to shower and hightail it back to work. After the shower, I thanked Imogen for her attentions and left the flat, only 40 minutes after I'd arrived. I then moved toward the lifts and checked in my pockets that I'd not left anything. Before I arrived at the lifts I realised I didn't have my keys, so I went back to the apartment to get them. Imogen let me in straightaway and helped me look for them, but a quick search revealed I hadn't left them in the flat - so I must have left them at the side of the canal!
Panic set in as I realised that in the 40 minutes or so I'd been in the apartment, anyone could have picked up my keys and either checked the surrounding area for my make of car and driven off - or handed them in to the police...or one of the companies around the quays. Either of these options would mean I would be late back to work with some explaining to do and if it was the first option, not only would I have a VERY expensive taxi ride back, but some very uncomfortable explaining to do with my missus.
I ran to the area where I'd been sitting earlier like Mo Farah on cocaine and just as I got there a bearded man came up the steps with my keys in his left hand. "Keys" I panted and he acknowledged my panic and handed them to me. I thanked him as best I could in my out of breath state and I think in that moment he fully understood how much his kindness meant to me.
The drive back to work was uneventful, but I thanked the Gods for my lucky escape from what could have been a disaster. Would I see this girl again? No. If I'd realised CIM was not available, I would probably have chosen another girl.
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