I've had too many memorable punts to list, and some were even good bookings (lol). But in the sense OP meant it, sadly I don't recall the name of the lady in question, and I wish I'd paid better attention to those things back then; sadly, I started punting in Edinburgh saunas (Carol's to be precise), and believed that who you got to see was always a bit pot luck. It took me a year or two to find Adultwork and get acquainted with the idea of the (generally superior) independent escort booking, or that you could actually try contacting women ahead of time instead of having to bang them on the spot (as it were).
However, I recall my first really time of really great sex, the one that opened my eyes to punting's true potential, was at Blair's Sauna. I'd been punting for a few months by then, but was still pretty green, having barely made the jump from just punting at Carol's Sauna (bit of a shit-hole tbh) to trying different places. I'd found out that Blair's was one of the good ones, and been there a few times before, but this time I distinctly remember feeling a bit unimpressed with the ladies working (like I knew anything...
), who I seem to remember thinking weren't as pretty or as sexily dressed as usual. Anyway, I remember there was a slightly podgy, ultra-tanned Scottish lady, in her early 30s or late 20s, (and I think a smoker, which I wasn't at that time) who I sort of latched onto to avoid having to choose between the pack of bored/eager foreign women sitting around the place with nothing much on (it was pure hell for an indecisive guy like me, I tell you!).
I should have remembered that Blair's was a good place for a knocking shop, and the WGs there usually were there because they were good SPs. But in those days I still thought in terms of looks rather than skill and effort, which had led to a lot of disappointing punts and a bit of a complex
. This time though, I had lucked out, because this little Scottish WG was the first SP I ran into who read body language and reacted to it, rather than just mechanically following a list of pre-set moves. There wasn't anything kinky about it, I just got told to keep my eyes closed, and got taken to town on by a lady who threw herself enthusiastically into her work. I finished in cowgirl in the end, which I almost never do, sex with a condom on generally needing me to control my own movements to get off. As has happened more than once after a really great shag with an SP, I never saw the SP in question again. But there was definitely no going back after that for me, it was a revelation why an activity I'd usually associated with stress and fear (albeit one that felt nice at the end) had had people raving about it for thousands of years.
