Meeting an escort in a club

I was out at a club and I was enjoying some free time with friends when a beautiful girl walked into the establishment. I had decided after a bad break up that I was taking a break from women, but when this woman walked in the door I couldn't help but watch her. The way she moved was amazing, she was graceful and confident, unlike any woman I had ever seen before. She had dark blonde hair, penetrating green eyes, and a petite body that may not attract every man, but she was very well put together with curves in all of the right places. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, even though I knew I was being rude. Just as I was willing myself to look away her eyes met mine and we held eye contact for a long, intense moment.

I finally turned around and joined in the conversation with my friends. We were all sitting at the bar and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she also sat at the bar. She was alone and had ordered a drink and she seemed to be content with the fact that she was alone, as she wasn't watching the door and she didn't seem particularly interested in any of the men in the place. I would glance over at her every few minutes, and finally on about the fifth glance she saw me look and she smiled. I looked away quickly, but my eyes were drawn to her again and this time she smiled and waved. I smiled back and instantly felt silly.

By this time my friends had noticed my attraction and were taunting and teasing me. I shrugged it off, but I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her no matter how hard I tried. Giving up on my resolution to stay away from women, I made my way around the bar and sat next to her. ?Hi, my name is Matthew.?

She smiled and said in a soft voice, ?I?m Sofie.? It was quiet for a moment between us and she said, ?So, I saw you looking at me" It was more of a question than a statement.

?I?m sorry. I couldn't help it.? I said. ?I can't imagine why a girl that is as striking as you is all alone in a club, that's all.?

She shrugged, ?My date ended before I thought it would and I didn't feel like going home just to be alone. I figured I?d treat myself to a drink before going home.?

I nodded knowingly, ?I know how that goes, but I have to ask who was the fool that ended the date this early"

She made a strange face and said, ?It was no one, work actually.?

?Work" I asked with interest.

She didn't look nervous or inhibited when she said, ?Yeah, I?m an escort.?

I was shocked! I had lived in London all of my life and I knew other people that had purchased the company of an escort, but I had never knowingly been in the company of one. Yet, I didn't feel repulsed by her or anything, in fact if anything I felt even more attracted to her. ?Wow.? Was all I could add to her comment.

We talked for awhile and I was becoming more and more attracted to her because she wasn't what I had envisioned an escort to be. She was intelligent, beautiful, cultured, and had a lot to say about just about everything. I actually couldn't remember when I had such a great conversation with a woman, or anyone for that matter. Around this time I watched as my friends made their way out of the bar, calling it a night. Then, out of nowhere I got the courage to ask her back to my place.

?Would you like to come home to my place instead of going home alone to your place" She smiled and I was sure that she was going to blow me off and think I was totally out of line.

?I would love to,? she said with a smile.

I couldn't believe it, so I stood up stiffly and motioned for her to go in front of me to the door. Luckily I lived just two blocks down, so we walked to my flat, keeping up with the great conversation that we had been having at the club. When we got to my place she nodded and said, ?Wow! Nice place!? I smiled in thanks.

I let her into my flat and glanced around to be sure that there weren't any embarrassing messes around that I needed to tidy up real quick, but things were generally well put together. I told her to have a seat and I went to the kitchen and grabbed us each a glass of wine. I looked out at her and watched her glance around and I was excited that I had this beautiful woman, who just happened to be an escort in my London flat!

I brought her a glass of wine and when I handed it to her she surprised me by grabbing my hand and pulling me toward her. When I leaned in we had a very intense kiss, and when I stood up I was embarrassed by the fact that my erection was obvious through my jeans. I looked away a bit nervously and she grabbed the waist of my jeans and giggled, ?It's normal, you know" I had to laugh as I didn't even think about the fact that an escort probably saw this sort of thing all the time!

Instead of letting go of the waist of my jeans she tugged on them and then unzipped my jeans. I was surprised when she unbuttoned my boxer shorts and then she expertly took me into her mouth and began to move her mouth up and down. I was shocked and overwhelmed, and in less time than I would ever admit to my buddies, I was climaxing and not holding back on the moans and groans. When I was done I felt incredibly comfortable, and perhaps that had something to do with the fact that she was an escort.

We went on to enjoy our glass of wine and have more great discussions. When she was ready to go I called her a cab and I wasn't sure if I should pay her or not. Instead of worrying about it I decided to pay for her cab fare and sent her on her way. I had to laugh as the cab pulled away and I realized that I had just been intimate with a beautiful London escort and I knew very little about her! Most guys would kill to be with a woman half as attractive, and most guys would also kill to be with an escort without paying an arm and a leg for the services! I had a great night, and though I never saw her again, I often wonder about that beautiful London escort.

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