Ryan's Story: Part 17 A Fantastic Experience continued

As the girl let her dressing-gown drop slowly and sexily to the floor she revealed the most fantastic body I have ever seen on a woman. It was as if she had been carefully sculpted to match the ultimate male fantasy of what a womans body should look like, the product of two visits a week to the gym with a personal trainer and her kick-boxing hobby. Naturally her Brazilian background had provided her with gorgeous coffee-coloured skin, but also she was completely waxed from the neck down and oiled in cocoa-butter. She was wearing a white lingerie set that was a perfect complement to her dark skin. It occurred to me that the shapeless dressing-gown and the shuffling about in slippers had all been part of a cunning plan to make that moment when I first saw her naked that bit more surprising and exciting.

I reached out to hold her by the shoulders. It was a strange sensation as I had never been with a woman that was so muscular. At first the alien sensation put me off, but then it clicked with me that she would be strong enough for some very athletic sex indeed!

We climbed on the bed and started to have sex. Her vagina was dry at first but soon lubricated naturally. Nevertheless she decided that more lubrication was required (that always makes me smile, but I guess London girls need to take good care of their "assets") - so with the combination of natural lubrication and synthetic it was a bit like screwing a can of Castrol GTX, but at least it meant sex would be prolonged! Sex was good with French-kissing with tongues but the girl wasn't having sex with me as such - I caught her staring abstractly at the ceiling. To be honest I didn't care that much - she looked so good I couldn't help but be happy, and she still had another trick up her sleeve. Suddenly I felt her vagina muscles grip my cock tightly and deliberately. Clearly she not only had strong vagina muscles but had complete control over them too. "That's a clever trick" I said - she just grinned back at me with a glint in her eye as she knew the effect she was having. She later told me that she deliberately exercised her vagina muscles as part of her regular work-out! I couldn't hold on much longer and came shortly after.

We chatted for a while. She told me she had a degree and ended up in Britain due to a relationship with a British guy that didn't work out. She came from a wealthy background in Brazil but found that her income in the UK could not match her upper middle class aspirations so had decided to work as an escort both to make more money - and to get laid. I was getting to like her. She was intelligent, feminine, cute and unbelievably sexy. She had the body of a Penthouse pet but without the aid of soft-focus lenses, body make-up and post-image processing. From the neck up she was attractive but not "out-of-my league" - we would have made a nice looking couple if you saw us out together. I think that was where the problem was for me - she was exactly the kind of girl I would have flirted with in "regular" life - attractive but not too attractive, intelligent, amusing, albeit with the kind of figure I could not normally aspire to in a partner!

We had sex the second time - we both knew it would last a long while so we tried various different positions. I was getting completely lost in my desire for her. I spent a long time in 69 giving her beatiful waxed pussy a lot of attention. Sex became extremely passionate and physical. We finished in missionary, but this time it was very different from the first. This time her body was yielding and she drew me into her. We were making love and I had her full attention. We were, as the saying goes "all over each other like a rash". As I sensed her approaching her orgasm I worked on raising my own level of stimulation and we orgasmed simultaneously. Afterwards I remained inside her for ten minutes or so. She gazed into my eyes and we kissed each other gently, Gloria Estefan singing love songs in the background. It was a very intense and romantic experience, quite unlike any experience I had before with an escort. I was in desperate danger of falling head-over heels in love with her but she knew this: "Remember, its just business..." she whispered as she gazed back at me. "Thank God" I thought "At least someone is in control of the situation!"

If you want the ultimate in GFE here is my advice - find someone that you find attractive but who is not "out of your league". Someone that you might date in real life. It is very tempting to book the most attractive woman you can find on the escort web-sites but these bookings don't work out so well in my experience - you never "click" with the girl in question. In the world of punting there is someone for everyone so eventually you will find someone that pushes all the right buttons for you - just as you do for her - but beware the drawback of getting too involved!

I visited this girl several times, but she retired recently. She emailed me to let me know she was giving it up to start her own business, having made a lot of money over the years. I visited her one last time but got to stick around for a couple of hours to ask her a few things. She told me that she rarely saw new clients - most of her clients were regulars that came back again and again. Some were booking her once a week for the whole evening, others would come back once a quarter. All her clients were businessmen types. She preferred married men to singles because they "gave her less trouble" i.e. were not hounding her for a romantic involvement. She told me that every time she had a visitor she fantasised that it was her real boyfriend. She didn't offer every client quite the same service - she had her favourites and it tended to be the guys she liked that became regulars. She took escorting very seriously and worked very hard to perfect the experience for her valued clients. She didn't have a boyfriend - she told me: "Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are penises!" - she needed to take a break from work-sex before getting involved.

This had been a fantastic GFE experience but there were obvious drawbacks. This girl may have been fully in control of her feelings but I certainly wasn't! In fact I still can't quite get her out of my head! If she sent me an email telling me she was lonely and fancied going out to dinner with me I would be right there. The advice from seasoned punters in these circumstances is to get control of yourself by immediately finding another escort - so I decided to take that advice and try something completely different!

Next installment: A bizarre pornstar experience.

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