Well, I have lurked a lot and contributed very little, time to try to put that right so I did indeed take one for the team yesterday late afternoon....
I should explain firstly that I have a real fetish for tall, (ideally) skinny girls - I tend to prefer them a little older than Chloe as I like to be with someone with life experience (the trade off tends to be a little padding, but it's usually worthwhile) - which is perhaps why it took me a while to give into the wanderlust of a 6ft 3 inch teenager.
Anyhow, family are all away this weekend so woke up with the horn yesterday and texted a few options, including Chloe - had a couple of responses for awkward times (awkward for me), so in the end settled on a lovely tall milf (who I'll review later) that I've seen a couple of times previously - unfortunately, at the last minute she had to cancel for I believe very genuine reasons so I was left contemplating a massage shop visit, which I am a fan of, but is never my first choice.
As I was heading to the parlours of Shepherds Bush, the message came in from Chloe "I'm working now" with the post code - I pulled over (ever the safe driver) texted I'd be there in 45 mins, she replied "ok" almost immediately. I set off to the wilds of Colindale full of anticipation (and viagra just to be on the safe side....).
The place itself is a concrete jungle - a brand new St Georges development of apartment blocks with road systems that the poor old sat nav cannot really understand, but a bit of common sense ignoring the sat nav and you make it there - you have to pay for parking (even on a Sunday!) to I went with 1 1/2 hrs just to be sure.
Then it all started to get a bit odd - my gut feeling told me this wasn't going to be a good idea and I wish i had heeded that - it was throwing down the rain and Chloe would only respond with one part of the address at a time - sort of like a treasure hunt - firstly the road name - then the block - then when waiting outside eventually the number.....
When I made it my heart was almost exploding (viagra plus anticipation of a true amazonian).
You know what I'm going to say next don't you?
Yep. If she is 6 ft 3, then I am 7 ft 9.
The reality is that she is 5 ft 6 or 7 at best - and - way too skinny; almost "ill" skinny. If you look at the pics on adultwork, the ones in the red underwear are definately her, though in real life her legs and in particular her arms are thinner...... the other pics, again I am pretty sure its her, but somehow they give the impression that she is much taller than she really is.
Anyhow; I'm trying to contain my disappointment but as I'm there and she really is stunningly pretty I decide to carry on. However; once again the little voice in the back of my head is telling me to leave because if she can lie about something so obviousl as her height, what else is a lie?
The truth is then that she just didn't fancy me; that was apparent from second number one.... sure, I don't blame her - I'm mid 50's, overweight and bald - she on the other hand looks like one of those European girls who walk confidently topless around a beach in summer (the reason we buy mirror sunglasses) who you just cannot take your eyes off of and fantasise about for weeks afterwards.... except this particular one I think would think nothing of sorting you out there and then on the beach!
So I ask for an hour, she says she is too tired so half hour for 60 is all she will offer......again, this i feel reverts back to her not finding me attractive.
She takes off has dressing gown, she is topless - stunning small breasts - off come the knickers and she lays face down on the bed playing with her phone whilst i undress as fast as I can - just looking at her perfect little body was a joy. She tells me to lay on the bed, she then gets on her knees next to me and gives me a very saucy smile and I'm thinking this is going to be brilliant, i reach up to pull her toward me in expectation of the hug, then the kissing to start, but she ducks out of it and fiddles with a condom. She produces a yellow condom, the likes of which I've never known - it is thick and very tight and doesn't really go on properly, because whilst I'm not huge it is too small. She then gets straightdown to OW - now I don't mind this, but I would have liked some foreplay - instead it felt like she was putitng the milking machine on a cows udders - mechanical, no emotion at all..... I lay there looking down at this beautiful girl sucking my cock, yet I couldn't feel anything - luckily, the viagra could so i was able to rise to the occasion.
After what felt like 2 minutes she stopped - "you on top, I'm too tired" - well at least I'll get doggy I thought - nope. Missionary. Now I'm carrying a knee injury which would be very obvious to anyone, but she ignored this despite my grimacing...… she applied an industrial helping of lubricant both to herself and myself and guided me into her...… for me that was the only satisfying part of the punt, actually penetrating a very pretty young woman ie the beach fantasy girl - but that was a 2-second joy, because as with the oral I couldn't feel a thing - she may have been tight or she may not have been - there was way too much lube and the outcome of that of course is I was like Bambie on ice slipping in and out constantly with no hope of building up a head of steam - after a couple of minutes the Viagra began to loose interest so I tried to kiss her; she turned her head away, so I tried to kiss her breasts - she gave me a look of pure hatred - so I withdrew and decided maybe some oral on her may change her mood, but she just hissed "that is extra". I didn't bother to ask how much as by now I'd lost all interest..... "oh well" I said, which she took as a cue to jump off the bed, put back on her underwear and dressing gown and look to me to get dressed.... to be honest by then I was sick of her so promptly got changed whilst she wined on about how tired she was and how she wished punters would leave her alone at weekends - having myself spent 35 years in sales I was tempted to give her some customer relations advice, but then it just dawned on me that actually, she is just a good-time party girl, who I am sure would be an absolutely fantastic service to anyone who she actually found attractive - she has the body to die for as is clearly very intelligent - she should just try being honest - about her height - and perhaps not be such a greedy person taking money off punters and having no intention of carrying out the services advertised on offer (for example the kissing issue). When I made it back to the car I realised (from the ticket I'd bought to park) that only 25 minutes had elapsed.
In conclusion - would i return? Never in a million years. Would i recommend her? Yes, if you are a buff, fit young man then I think you'd be in heaven - if you have too many miles on the clock; stay away!
