Also , do any providers feel like posting about their first "job".

I was lucky to find an older woman with experience for my first encounter. She was understanding, patient, but ready to get down
which was exciting.

Anyone else?

Posting might help some of the first timers out there.

Scot.

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I was wrapping up five years of born-againism, and I was relatively horny. I had been studying City Paper (DC) adult ads for some months. I finally called this Russian dame, drove over to her place, and sat down in her candle-lit room. I was burning inside. She gave me a brief massage and then told me to lie down on top of her. (Basically I was Matthew Broderick in that Biloxi movie). My tip barely entered her--oh the sensation I hadn't felt in a long time--and I instantly arrived. It had lasted a fraction of a second. She said, "That was nice." I'm not sure if it really counts as my provider-devirginization.

Two years later, after having returned to the World, and having discovered the internet, I visited the now-retired Samantha Radcliffe (anyone know her?). The weeks of anticipation had been exquisitely painful. Man, did she treat you right. High up in a classy hotel, we came together in a tight, vocal doggie. I walked out into the sunshine and was a changed man, born again as a hobbyist.

For me it was 10 years ago. I had been fantasizing with the newspaper adds for months (maybe years) but had always held back by a lack of courage or opportunity.

One weekend, my family left to visit out of state relatives.  I sat in a chair in my living room, reading the ads in the local free paper, over and over, until I had them almost memorized.  I made up my mind that this was going to be the night.  I finally selected one woman’s name from what must have been an agency or referral service.  I remember the words, “Paloma, exotic Brazilian/French beauty.”  I made the call and arranged for an outcall visit to my home (hey, I was a novice and more worried about walking into a sting than inviting a complete stranger into my home).

I was nervous.  I really didn’t know what to expect.  The scheduled time came.  The doorbell rang.  At my doorstep stood a very pretty girl in her early twenties, in a black cocktail dress, but wrapped with a shocking pink feather boa.  Worried about my neighbors seeing, I quickly invited her in.  I remember that she seemed to glide more than walk.

When I saw her in the light, it was clear that she was neither Brazilian nor French.  “Paloma?” I asked.  “Is that the name they used for me this time?!  They never tell me—or I don’t remember,” she answered with a cute Australian accent.  Knowing what I know now, alarms should have blasted me into consciousness, but I knew no better.

She admired my home.  We talked on the couch for a few minutes.  She was Australian, recently divorced and with a young child. She had made her way to the East from California, with a baby, by bus.  Needing money, she just recently started escorting.  She seemed soft and inwardly strong at the same time.  We awkwardly transacted business.  Then she said, “I have to call my driver, to tell him I’m OK.  He’s waiting outside.”  Bait and switch, sob story about having a baby and being broke, driver--and I didn’t know enough to understand that things were soon likely to go very wrong!

Well, to make a long story short, it was a good thing that I was so ignorant.  As soon as she hung up the phone, she glided over to where I was standing (fumbling with CD’s as I remember),  wrapped the boa around us both, put her arms around my neck, and gave me one of the most electrifying kisses of my life!  We fell to the couch, making out, slowly disrobing.  She was so young and beautiful!  Her body was youthful, showing no signs of the rigors of carrying a child.  Her she was, nude on my lap, on my own couch, in my own living room! In retrospect, she probably didn’t any better know how an escort was expected to act than I did.  She simply rose to the role.

Her breathing became heavy.  She brought her lips to my ear, “I want to please you!” she said in a hoarse whisper.  I don’t know how I didn’t lose it right at that second.  My heart was pounding.  I confessed to a fantasy of having a BJ while sitting in an overstuffed Queen  Anne’s chair in my living room.  She smiled broadly, as if to say, “well that certainly is on the menu!”  I dimmed the lights in the room, settled into the chair, threw a cushion at my feet, and she knelt in front of me.  I can’t remember a thing about her technique.  I do remember her smiling eyes looking up at me as she took me in her mouth.  I remember the surrealness of the scene: the familiar setting of my living room, the beautiful girl between my legs, the ecstasy rising from below.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but when I finally erupted, I recall the triumphant half-surprised look on her face.  It was like she was saying to herself, “Hey, I’m must be getting pretty good at this—maybe this job is going to work out!”

She left at the end of the hour.  “When can you see me, again?” she said before a warm goodbye kiss.  She actually had to come back later because she had left her boa which had fallen behind the couch.  That one would have been hard to explain to the wife!

The same ad continued to run.  A couple of months later, I called and set a date with Paloma.  Of course, a different Paloma showed up.  This experience was much more like what I should have expected.  Slam, bam, “I gotta go.”  Ditto time and again thereafter (before I knew about these boards).  I tried to find her through the agency.  Not knowing her real name, it was hopeless.

However, I had been imprinted.  I continue to this day to seek out such electrifying experiences.  I’ve come pretty close a number of times!


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I can tell you I will never ever forget the days when I first started.  Some really wonderfull memories.  I had something like about 300 emails per day when I was getting things set up for me to do this bus., but then I guess allot of Providers weren't slamming up their email address then or just didn't have computers.  Then it started slipping into the 500 email range which was getting too much for me to handle & I needed to get out to get things wet shall we say.  I needed someone I could trust to tell what I was planning on doing as a sideline.  Well being an owner of a few businesses, I posted a help wanted ad & started interviewing & only planned on hiring someone Elderly on a low Social Security income.  When I finally found just the Lady, I took her into my office, hired her & taught her how to help answer my email.  She would slip into my house quietly in the mornings, go to my office & get on it.  One morning she's banging on my bedroom door for me to get up to come see. I ran into my office, low & behold, there it was a picture of some guy's DICK covering the screen of my computer that asked if he qualified.  She said, you can answer that one by yourself! After several funny emails back & forth, I went to meet him (my 1st time out), what a HUNK.  He did things to me, my GOD, if I ever hear from LEO again, what a MAN.  My office Lady has passed away now & can never replace her as her cybersex emails were as well...lets just say you would have to email me for that kind of naughty info hee hee. We deleted the picture as I normally don't save anything especially pics from clients, but if I had that one pic he sent me then, it would be my screen saver for sure.  "LiL" Darlyn

You mean (ohmygod) you providers don't always answer your own e-mail????

Oh the shock!   ;~)

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Seriously though, thank you to this wonderful resource you call TER.  You (it?) is singlehandedly responsible for turning lifelong fantasys that were way to risky and scary into well planned, researched and assured blissful realities.  

Instead of floating through another miserable 10 years of marriage to someone who is a wonderful mommy but thinks once a year sex is overindulgence, I am experiencing things I never even dared to dream could be true.

There would have been no first time if I hadn't stumbled in here.  Now there'll be a third, fourth, fifth, etc.

My first ever experience with a "professional" woman was in NYC about 25 yrs ago. I was at the Hilton hotel on 6th Ave. near Central Park. I wandered into the lobby bar and saw a nicely dressed very attractive woman siting by herself. After some time getting my courage up, I approached her and sat down next to her. I started some conversation and before long she asked me if I was staying at the hotel. I didn't get it yet. Then she asked if I would like some company. Man, I had no idea that she was a "working girl". So at her instruction I gave her my room number and went up to my room. I didn't consider the potential risks, I was just a horny young guy thinking I was about to get "lucky" with the best looking woman I had even met.

Several minutes later there was a knock and when I opened the door, there she was. I couldn't believe that this really great looking woman was going to come in and do the dirty deed with me. She came in and we sat on the bed and worked out the financial part. It was actually quite reasonable for NYC (I think I paid $150 - remember this was 25 yrs ago).

Then it was time to undress. She had a really nice trim, fit body with small but natural breasts. She took me into the bathroom and washed my genitals in the sink and really did an inspection. I was kindof surprised but it was starting to turn me on. We then went to the bed and I layed down while she started to give me a BBBJ. I started shaking partly because of the air conditioning and partly because I was nervous about this first experience. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was a virgin. Finally she put a condom on me, got on top of me and rode me for a bit. I finally relaxed and then we flipped over and it wasn't very long before I popped.

She then sent me to the bathroom and when I returned she started giving me a lecture about leaving her alone in my room with my wallet in my pants. She told me how if she was so inclined could have grabbed my wallet and snuck out while I was in there. Wow, I was amazed ay how she was really helping me, and at how naive I was. After I got dressed, she then told me to put my wallet in my front pants pocket, not the back. She said I was an easy target for pickpockets.

I felt thankful for her street smarts and sharing them with me but I often wondered if she ever ripped off guys but maybe felt bad about taking advantage of me because I was so young and green.

My first experience as an escort was just over a year ago and was at a hotel where the agency I was with had booked a room for the night.  I wasn't really nervous, more just curious and excited.  The agency boss met me and took me to the room then left.  I waited for the client and then realised, to my horror, that I had forgotten to bring condoms!  I made a panicked call to the agency boss who luckily was only downstairs in the bar and she got a couple of packets from a machine and raced up to my room before the client arrived.  Thankfully, he'd been stuck in traffic was a bit late.  Phew!  It's about the only time I've been thankful for London's traffic problems

The rest went very smoothly and he wrote me a good review (on Captain 69 in the UK) saying that as one of the girls fairly new to the business I loved sex.  The agency said I shouldn't tell him it was my first time so he never did realise just how new I was

Reoes anyone feel up to posting about their first time with a provider?

Discounting a brothel experience shortly after getting out of boot camp, my first encounter was about 20yr ago...long before I became a hobbyist.

I worked for a large corporation & was touring a few of my offices with my boss.  We were in San Diego then.  At the end of the day we had dinner & then hit the cocktail lounge of the hotel.  He was a older guy, married, straight-laced, & always about business--never about having fun.  The bar was horseshoe-shaped & there was a quite attactive blonde gal (nicely dressed, but tastefully) sitting alone.  Every time I glanced her way she was looking back.  Somewhere around 11PM my boss decides to turn in & head back to his room.  I wasn't tired to I stayed, even though I wasn't really thinking about hitting on the blonde..at least not too much.  

Within minutes after my boss left the bartender brings me a drink saying it was compliments of the lady.  I accepted, smiled at her, raised my glass, & motioned as if asking if she'd like to join me.  She came over, we talked a while, flirted a bit, & she finally asked something along the lines of "do you like to party?"  On the one hand I knew what she meant, but on the other hand I really didn't as I was naive to the whole escort scene.  I'm actually thing she's probably just a gal bored & looking for some fun.

I take her back to my room where we proceed to 'party' until the sun came up, having a very good time.  There was never any mention of money.  As we're getting cleaned up she tells me she lives in the area, would love to see me again whenever I'm back in town, writes her name & phone number on a piece of paper & hands it to me.  At this point I still have no clue that I've been screwing an escort all night.  She gets dressed & is ready to head for the door when she says, "I get $60."  Geez, I must have looked surprised as hell!!  To top this off, I was accustomed to charging almost everything & carrying only a small amount of cash, some of which I'd spent in the bar.  This was before the days of ATMs & all I had left in my wallet was somewhere between $40-50.  I kind of sheepishly handed that to her teeling her it was all I had on me & hadn't realized she was a 'pro.'  She just smiled, said it was OK & that she'd had a great time so not to worry about it.  Kissed me goodbye as she left, saying she'd love to see me again.  Imagine...5-6hrs of completely GFE for less than $50 & she leaves happy??

I just wanted to say hi!

Leo (smile)