So, recently I met a client who I have met before and was reminded about our fist meeting, one I am actually surprised I agreed to given the nature of what was to take place but as so pleased I did.

The request was that we don't speak before we meet and when I open the door I am to be blindfolded and not able to see him. Now....before I go on let me tell you he had requested this via a website which reviews the escort but also the client and we can see who else they have seen and read any feedback on the person or any warnings other's have left. This man had nothing but great feedback from reputable people so I knew it was unlikely to be dangerous but I was incredibly turned on by the idea of never even seeing or speaking to someone and being "taken" by a stranger.

The day arrived, it was a Saturday I recall in the afternoon and when he arrived I was blindfolded and the door was open ready for him. I sensed him come in but he said nothing. There was tension in the air, I suddenly feared I was making an enormous mistake and may end up cut into tiny bits!

I was standing in front of my bed, I heard him walk over slowly and as he got close to me he turned me around so my back was towards him. I wasn't allowed to touch him until he let me which was terrifying as all I had to go on now was how he felt and smelt.

His smell was very masculine and as I tried to get a sense of what sort of man he was by edging closer to him physically he kept me at arms length. I remember feeling his breathing in my hair and waiting impatiently for him to do something to me, I wanted to to know who he was.

 
Although I couldn't see him or touch him yet, his presence was certainly that of a dominating and strong but silent character. His energy almost commanded you do as you're told and I unknowingly at this point was doing just that.

 
He put his hands gently around my neck and pulled me backwards, he kissed my neck slowly while taking both hands and squeezing my arse so hard I almost let out a sound. "Shhhhhhhhhhhh" he said....."do as you're told".

 
It was a northern accent, very Sean Bean and I was now managing to mentally form some idea of this stranger.

He ran his fingers down my back and then down my legs, he removed my stockings, my panties and my bra. I was blind folded, naked and vulnerable. I was also getting very wet.

Now facing him again he kissed me deeply and I at last got to taste him, I liked him. Strong jawline, soft skin. Nice. I went to touch him and he pulled my hand away and pushed my head down to what was a hard, large and very erect cock. He asked me to suck him. Of course it would be rude not to. This must have softened my dominant master as now my hands were freely roaming across his body, mmmmmmmmmm he felt amazing! I remember thinking being in a blindfold was so unfair at this point. I sucked him and licked him and touched everywhere I could to understand him more. Every sense was on ultra high alert.

 
He pushed me onto the bed and spread my legs wide and made no apology for his tongue or where he wanted it to go, he was skilled, forceful and knew what he wanted. I could feel his cock against my leg and was holding it, stroking it and wishing it to be elsewhere.

 
Everything stopped, I couldn't hear him or feel him. He had gone. I hear a rustling sound close to where I have left the condoms and before I could work out where i the room he was his cock was pushed into me so hard I screamed. He pushed my legs both above my head and pounded me hard, me grabbing him if my life depended on it, you could say it did!

 
He rolled me onto my side and then slowly pulled out, then in and then stopped. We are both sweating hard my now and I am not sure how much more of this intensity I can take. Just when I think I can't I am pushed onto my knees with my chest against the headboard and he is really groaning and pounding me and I cum so hard my knees collapse but he keeps going and I go weak and tremble then he lets out an almighty breath and I no longer feel his weight.  

Silence, nobody moves for a moment and I then take off my blindfold and turn around to see him for the first time. He is gorgeous, has a glint of naughty in his eyes and is smirking at me. He is no more than 28 years old.

"Hello" I say panting for breath and trying to take him all in.

"Hi" he replies back looking like a naughty school boy.

Not much conversation is had. He takes a shower, puts his clothes on and picks up a bag. Kisses me and says "thank you.....see ya".

Well, well! What a brilliant experience is all I can think as I burst out laughing relaying how bizarre that all was.  

Luckily, I have seen him more than a few occasions but without the blindfold. He is too sexy a man not to get every eyeful but I have to say the memory of that experience will stay with me forever and if I know you and feel safe enough I would happily do it again.

Sometimes you just have to take a risk