Ringing her number, no answer. Probably too early to be with another client, maybe she’s with her children in Hungary. Searching the escort website, scanning, feeling slightly unfaithful to Jenny, ridiculous when she’ll have been with dozens.
Selecting one, ringing her number, arranging a time. Making my way along the thronging streets of seedy Kentish Town, raucous in late summer sunlight. Thinking, this is a mistake, I should cancel and wait for Jenny, this new escort won’t have the same skills. But persisting, the thrilling thought of new flesh drawing me forward.
Showing me into a kitchen, asking me to wait. Disappearing, presumably to tidy up a room. Other escorts coming in and out, grabbing water, answering phones, searching for things. Most of them very attractive, none of them beautiful like mine.
The supermodel returning, taking me to the room, taking the money, eighty pounds for an hour, stashing it elsewhere, returning. Chatting, smiling, removing our clothes. Leading me to the bed, lying me back, kissing my body, stroking my cock, taking it in her mouth. Occasionally forcing it deep, beyond the gullet’s usual restriction, a thrilling and different sensation.
Ten minutes of blowjob and my supermodel seemingly happy to go on forever. My fingers gently probing her pussy and anus, her body kneeling and spreading to allow access. Saying to her, stop awhile baby, I’ll cum too soon, I want to make it last. Her pretty face smiling, complying.
Chatting. Snippets of a life emerging. From the Czech Republic, studying, taking a gap year, six months work then six months travel, you can make more escorting than waitressing and it’s more fun if the man’s clean. Then one day it stops and she walks away and forgets it ever happened. A radiant innocent student smile on her face.
After a while asking her, hey baby, can you carry on as before, let me finish in your mouth. Sure. Her face searching out my cock again, taking it in expertly. My whole body swallowed in ecstasy. Timeless moments ticking by. The world gathering force, becoming still, my loins issuing in a twanging spasm. Her mouth and its pretty student face taking me deeper for the climax.
Relaxing for a minute, bodies together, holding her close. Rising, dressing. Kissing her cheek, thanks baby, you’re fabulous. Walking downstairs back into the noisy sunny street below.
