Florida
“Jamie! You scared me!” I screeched and turned back to attempting to let myself in.
“I’m sorry, you left your phone on the coffee table– here, let me get that,” he offered as I fumbled the keys, putting each in the wrong lock.
Suddenly realizing my good fortune, I lifted my head and looked up at him, shifting my body weight to one hip and leaning on the hallway wall.
Too smart to waste time attempting to creatively seduce a twenty-one year old, I recited the words universally recognized by his age set as “let’s get it on”.
Leaning my head on the wall behind me gingerly, I lifted my darkened lids and lashes and with a sweet and knowing grin I whispered in a sing song voice:
“I’m so drunk”
He laughed. “Me too, but are you okay?”
“I’m totally fine” I said, suddenly serious to absolve him of responsibility in light of my condition.
“I have a girlfriend” he said shyly.
“We don’t have to tell her.”
I didn’t have to say it twice.
Nearly a foot taller than me Jamie bent low to kiss me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pushing my front door open with one fluid motion. I prepared myself for an onslaught, fully expecting it to be a messy alcohol-fueled kiss. Instead, I was surprised by the firmness of his mouth on mine and the delicate way that his tongue explored mine. I broke away only to direct him to my bedroom, leading him in the darkness until we reached my door. I lit two tall pillar candles and enjoyed the orange glow cast upon the soft and plush white linens and pillows adorning my bed, nestled in the bay window. I left Jamie briefly to freshen up; when I returned he had stripped off his plaid button down shirt, revealing broad shoulders and a back covered in tattoos which made me smile. Momentary flashes of sobriety made me think to ask him to wash his hands or say something charming but with each I quickly remembered he wasn’t a client.
Jamie approached me, running a cool hand up my t-shirt, widening his palm when he reached the space between my breasts. Instinctively I lifted my arms and let him pull the t-shirt over my head. Dropping it to the floor he backed me into the dresser behind me and ran his hand up my inner thighs. He used two fingers to pull the elastic band of my panties to the side and then he ran those fingers up the slit of my pussy. We kissed as I let those fingers familiarize themselves with my body; I was certain that he had no idea what he was doing– and I was wrong. I found myself silently wondering about what they’re teaching kids in school these days.
I drew back to look at his face; giving him a wanton expression my eyes and mouth silently told him to do his very worst.
He stopped massaging the lips of my pussy and without hesitation plunged his fingers inside of me.
Using his left hand on the back of my neck to steady my body against his and the dresser, he thrust his fingers inside of me and even though it hurt I purposely contracted, tightening my pussy to enjoy the friction as much as possible before my body fully had a chance to react to his touch. I arched my back deeply to meet his movement, with my skirt now hiked nearly to my waist and a leg drawn high to accommodate his invasion. He attempted to kiss me again, but I didn’t want to, I wanted to watch it and watch him. Whether or not he actually knew this would make me orgasm, it did. Looking at his face I ground my now slickened cunt onto his fingers until I reached the hilt of his hand. My eyes lost focus and could no longer see him, I could only feel his hand and his pelvis now moving in motion as though he were fucking me with more than his fingers.
I let my head fall back to rest on the dresser and my short breaths turned into low moans as I came.
I heard the unmistakable sound of Miss Puerto Rico’s silvery laugher through the nearest wall and at once realized that Jamie and I had an audience.
Having had enough I moved to remove the rest of my clothing without ceremony. Unhooking my bra and slipping my skirt and panties to the floor I moved to my bed and sank into it, waiting and watching him tug off his jeans and shorts. He looked as though he didn’t know what came next so I reached my arms out, beckoning him to approach me. When he was standing at the edge of my bed I sat up, placing my hands on either side of his narrow hips, drawing his cock towards my face. I momentarily reveled in the fact that he had no idea that a pro was before him, certain to devour him whole.
I forwent the formality of the tease afforded to my clients. Without money or love no art was necessary..."
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I love to share my experiences as an escort teetering between two worlds.
If you can occupy my mouth during our entire visit - I'm pretty much down with that.
...But if you'd like for me to say interesting things to you in between rounds, don't worry - I can be quite charming : ).
