Visiting an Escort

In all of the years that I had been enjoying the company of escorts I had never once gone to their place. It simply seemed too personal to visit a woman's home or place of business, so I always had them come to me, or we would go out and about and enjoying an evening on the town together. One busty UK escort that I enjoyed spending time with by the name of Carla had asked me if I would come to her place if I wanted to enjoy her company. I finally agreed that I would visit her place and I made the reservation to do so. I was a bit nervous as this was out of my comfort zone but decided if she was able to come out and about with me so often that I could certainly visit her at her home.

I arrived at Carla's flat at the designated time and I knocked on the door with a brass door knocker. I was surprised when the door didn't open right up, and there simply was no response at all. I knocked a second time, banging the knocker even harder. This time I heard someone come running, and in an instant Carla was standing before me, just a towel wrapped around her body, hair dripping, obviously fresh from the shower. ?Am I early" I asked wondering why in the world she looked this way. ?No, sorry. I was running late and hoping you would do the same so I would have time to shower.? She motioned for me to come in and I did so, looking around the flat, amazed by all of the great art that she had hanging on her walls. She had fine furnishings and I simply never thought that British escorts would live so extravagantly. Of course, I knew she had money I just never assumed that she put it into her home. I was pleasantly surprised.

I continued to look around while she finished cleaning up for our evening. I walked all over, looking in places that I generally wouldn't look if the homeowner was with me. I pulled open drawers and looked in cabinets, amazed at how normal everything appeared to be. While many men might not be as interested in their UK sex escort after seeing this, it made her even more intriguing to me because I didn't know how she pulled off such a double life. In her home she seemed like anyone else, but when she was out she seemed like an exotic UK escort. The two lives seemed to contradict one another greatly and I wasn't sure what to think. Just when I was really starting to wonder who Carla was she exited the bathroom and I remembered why I loved spending time with her. She looked great and she simply exuded confidence and sexuality.

?Do you want anything to drink" she asked. I said I would like a rum and coke and she made me one straight away. She then lead me into the bedroom, which was massive and had a king size bed in the middle of the room. There were what seemed to be a million pillows on the bed and everything was beautifully decorated. When I saw the bed I was overcome with the desire to have her right there on the end of the bed. Just when I thought that I was going to regret coming to her home, I remembered that this was still the UK sex escort that provided me with hours of entertainment and enjoyment in the past.

I led Carla to the bed and when I pulled up the little nightgown that she had on I was turned on by the fact that she did not have on any pants. I propped her up on the end of the bed, face down, and I quickly dropped my jeans and my pants to my knees. I was already erect so I simply entered Carla, thrusting into her deeply at first. She moaned and I pulled back and thrust again and enjoyed the sounds of her moan again. I enjoyed the way her body looked when she was bent over, as her behind was definitely one of her best features. I thrust in and out of her quite hard, making the bed groan every time I pushed into her. Being an expert, Carla would push back every time I entered her, heightening the pleasure that we both received as a result.

After a few moments Carla stood up and she turned around. I was about to ask her what she was doing when she went to her knees and took my erect penis into her mouth. The sensation was amazing after already having been inside of her. She took me deep into her mouth, applying pressure in all of the right places, playing with my balls, and touching my thighs. Her timing was always impeccable and I couldn't help but be turned on when I looked down at her and her head was bobbing up and down rhythmically as if she had been the creator of the blow job.

Unable to hold back any longer I pulled her head into me and guided it down onto my penis quickly and harder than she had been doing. I felt my hips gently thrusting into her face as I neared orgasm, and just as I began to cum I grabbed fistfuls of her hair and pulled her into me. She swallowed deeply and I moaned loudly as I finished climaxing. When she knew I was done she stood up, wiped off her mouth, and smiled at me knowingly. ?Feel better" she asked playfully. Out of breath I simply nodded and began to redress.

When we were done I sipped the rum and coke that she had made me and continued to look around with astonishment. I was turned on by the fact that she was a self sufficient woman, but it was also an odd experience. Though it wasn't a bad night, I told Carla I would rather her come to me in the future. It would allow for me to imagine her to be whatever I wanted her to be, and sometimes I got off just on that!

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