Thinking, I’m sure this isn’t how the photo looked. Remembering, the photo blurred out her face, there’s no way of being sure. Maybe it’s some sort of modus operandi, anonymize the profile, parcel out the work between a pool of escorts, saves updating when the women move on. Well, so what, the question is, do we proceed?
As if reading me, she saying, if you don’t want to go ahead, that’s fine. No, no, let’s do it. Handing her the money, she taking it to a room along the passageway, me starting to remove my clothes.
The door opening, Samantha entering, quickly stepping out of jeans, t-shirt, bra, panties. Immediately kneeling in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth, coaxing it into hardness, flicking it in her mouth with her tongue. Standing, holding it in her hand, working it gently, pushing me back onto the bed. Her sexiness slightly detached but very expert. Through it all, the absolute creamy loveliness of her skin.
Lying back, she on top, my hand stroking her back, her breasts on my chest, a totality of skin contact, a dreamy creamy paradise, Her lips moving down my body, taking my cock again. After a while, looking into my eyes, asking, condom honey? Sure baby. Her deft fingers and their beautiful curved fingernails tearing open the packet, putting it over my cock, pulling it down, giving my cock beneath the plastic a final suck.
Looking at me enquiringly, following my gestures, getting into doggy. My cock’s tip rubbing her pussy, parting its lips, entering. My hands rubbing her shoulders, her back, soaking in her creamy marble texture. Pushing her buttocks, separating them, showing the darker skin inside. Her sphincter a secret pinkish brown, opening for my delectation. My cock beneath, her pussy lips enwrapping. In my loins, the tightness building, gathering, entering the silent timeless hiatus of the final straight. Body cramping, facial muscles contorting. Exploding.
Exiting. Flopping beside her. Taking her in my arms, hugging her, feeling that skin again.
