Surprise is one of the greatest aphrodisiacs. That's why many seek out a new lady each time. I love surprise too, but I prefer comfort even more. Over the years I’ve had a handful of long term atfs, but one lady took spontaneity to a new level. It took place in the bedroom for sure, but also, more so, outside of it.
I had many many sessions with her, but each time we partied, she created something different. So with her, I had the best of both worlds, surprise, and comfort. It always seemed like when something new happened, it was so spontaneous. First of all, she had a wide variety of clothing, so I was always greeted with a new outfit. She often sent me pictures of her new outfits even before modeling them. I never knew what it was going to be. It might be new lingerie, a new bikini, an evening dress, a mini skirt, or even naked. But my favorite was, one time when she forgot what time I was coming and wasn’t ready, she answered the door in a baggy pair of sweats. That seemed to be the real lady, rather than the escort, and I loved it.
It never failed that she always sat me down on the couch before and after a session simply to talk. We talked about everything from hobby news to real life. Often we’d be trading wild stories when she’d say, “I’m so f*cking turned on”, she’d jump me on the couch. Sometimes the talk turned serious when sad things happened in our lives. There were times we’d just sit and hold hands, with tears flowing. One time after a session, she showed me her expensive collection of ……… Another time it was out to the back yard to show me the table she’d refinished. She was so proud of that one. Many times she’d talk about her boyfriends post session, asking my advice on certain issues. One time, she brought out some childhood pictures for me to see. It didn’t matter to her that her real name was written on one of the pictures. She trusted me that much. I wouldn’t recommend that one with just anyone. We also had many discussions on the hobby philosophy of living a dangerous double life. Our discussions were not only fascinating, but therapeutic.
Of course, being in this hobby, one has to talk about the bedroom. There were so many surprises there too. And once a surprise would happen, it wouldn’t repeat itself. I’d sometimes mention how much I’d enjoy this surprise or that, but they would rarely be repeated. One time she stuck her pussy in my face to start the wildness, one time her giant tits. Another time she stuck her gorgeous bubble ass in my face. I was shocked at how much I enjoyed licking it. But we never did that again. One time when I was riding her hard, she slapped my ass, but only once (I liked it). But I think my favorite surprise was the time, just before I hopped in the shower, she accidentally walked in on me while I was peeing. I was embarrassed, but she got that look in her eye, said she was wildly turned on, and hopped in the shower with me. We were both on our knees madly kissing and licking cock and pussy. I’ve never seen a woman cum so many times in a row like she did in that shower that day. It was so much fun I thought that might become our regular routine, but that was the only time. There were a million little nuances, I could go on and on. Simply put, it just never seemed like she was an escort, nor thought of me as a hobbyist.
It goes without saying that because of all the wildness and discussions, sessions quite often went overtime. However, we were always honest with each other. Sometimes she’d say she had another session soon, and had to wind things up. Sometimes I’d say I had to get to my event. But most of the time we’d go over. One time she must have had the afternoon completely free because she wanted me to stay. I stayed four hours before she let me go. Other times she would order out (using her real name), and we’d have lunch together. One time after one of those lunches, we were cleaning up a bit in her kitchen when she walked over to me, put her arms around me, and held me. It was as if we were dancing, but we weren’t. We held each other for a good ten minutes plus. In between sessions she would often write, saying she was thinking of me. Once she got so excited I was coming to visit, she sent me six emails in succession. She once told me she spent two hours a day writing her gentlemen callers. I believed it. She took great pride in being the best. You know she’s retired now. One does not know how much they’re really going to miss someone until they’re gone. I do miss her, but also wish her the very best. We had hundreds upon hundreds of sexily wild nuanced adventures. But when I think of her, the thing that always comes to mind is that long, sweet hug in the kitchen. I think that’s the best hug I’ve ever had in my life. And the most spontaneous