Night on the Town

My girlfriend and I had just broken up because she was moving away from London. We both still cared about one another, but we were both sure that a long distance relationship between the two of us just wouldn't last. She had been gone for two weeks and during that time I had been feeling sorry for myself and feeling lonelier every day. I was missing my girlfriend, but I was also missing the company of a woman. I wasn't ready to get into another relationship, so I didn't think it was right to involve just any woman. I really wasn't one for one night stands, so I did the only thing I could think of, which was to request the company of an escort.

I went to an escort service website and I paged through all of the pictures of beautiful girls. There were girls of every nationality you could think of and there were petite girls and not so petite girls, red heads, blondes, and brunettes. The selection was extensive and it took me awhile to choose the one that I was most attracted to. I finally chose a girl named Rosalie. She was a brunette with skin that reminded me of the porcelain dolls that my sister had collected when we were kids growing up in London. I made my way to the reservation page and paid for Rosalie's company. I asked to meet her at her place as it just didn't feel right to invite her to my place, where memories of my now ex girlfriend were everywhere I looked.

I readied myself by taking a shower and making sure that every hair was in place and that I shaved my skin just so, making it smoother than I generally had attempted over the last couple of weeks. I chose my favorite pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt and slipped on my socks and shoes. We were just going to be spending time at Rosalie's place so I really didn't feel the need to dress up. I looked at myself in the mirror and was satisfied that I looked good.

I had been emailed directions to Rosalie's place, so I left my flat and made my way to the tube. I had to go up three stops and when I got off the tube my stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies. Being with an escort was something that I had thought about several times while growing up in London, but it was never something that I did. I made my way to her home and when I got there I knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door opened and Rosalie was standing there, looking even more beautiful that I had expected her to look. ?Hi,? she said. ?You must be Andrew"

I nodded and looked at her appreciatively, ?Yeah. And you must be Rosalie"

She nodded and motioned for me to come into her place, ?C?mon in!? She smiled warmly and as I walked in the door she touched my back lightly and then closed the door. I followed her to the living room and she asked me if I wanted anything to drink and I said I would take a bottle of water. When she got the bottle of water I looked around her house and I had to assume that she did quite well for herself as her house was very nice and she had a lot of nice things. I assumed, based on what I paid, that escorts did quite well and I wondered if it was her only job.

?Is there anything in particular that you want to do" She asked. I suddenly felt silly because I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do.

I shrugged, ?I hadn't really thought about it. This was sort of an impulsive thing for me to do. I just broke up with my girlfriend and I was feeling a bit lonely so I arranged to meet you.? I was more open than I thought I would ever be comfortable being with an escort, but it was nice.

?We?ll just talk then,? she said with a warm look in her eyes. I was sure at that moment that this was not the first time she was with a client that was lonely and wasn't sure what he wanted from her. We went on to have a great conversation that must have lasted an hour. We talked about everything from our jobs to our homes, to where we grew up in London. After our lengthy conversation she asked if I wanted to see the rest of her home, and I agreed as I was very curious about what the rest of the house looked liked.

She showed me around the whole house and then we came to her bedroom. It was decorated nicely, and it was obvious that a woman lived in this room, as there were flowers and pink everywhere. She made her way into the bedroom and I suddenly felt affection for her as it was like she had let me into her real life, not just who she was as an escort. We were standing very close and I reached out and put my hand around her waist. When she turned toward me she kissed me gently at first, and then with more passion.

We made our way to the bed where she unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxers, which I struggled with as I tried to take off my shoes. She undressed slowly and when she was naked I couldn't help but looked at her for a long minute as she did not have any flaws, her body was beautiful, her skin still looking like porcelain to me. She lay back on the bed and I lay on top of her, entering her gently. Each time I entered her she moved her hips gently forward toward me. All of my movements were slow, I was trying to take my time and really enjoy the warmth of her skin. I was more lonely than I was sexually frustrated, so it was nice to really enjoy the moments where I was touching a woman.

My arousal grew more and more uncontrolled by the moment and I enjoyed hearing Rosalie's moans. She ran her fingers down my back as her moans became louder and signaled her climax, with this I let go and climaxed as well, pushing into her harder and more quickly than I had been before. And then, it was over and we were both breathing hard. I bent my head down and kissed her gently on the forehead before rolling off of her. She looked at me as I lay beside her and smiled, I smiled back but neither of us said anything. I rolled onto my side and she snuggled in next to me, her face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, forgetting that she was an escort all together and simply enjoying the closeness. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I was lying with this London beauty in my arms and it was obvious that we had slept through the night in one another's arms as the sun was shining through the window of Rosalie's bedroom.

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