No so much "surreal" as "fucking terrifying" due to the dangers of punting in the U.S. (reports of police stings, arrests etc stemming from fake prossie ads on backpages.com).
Outcall to the apartment I was staying in, Miami Beach (note: the reason I caved and had to fuck someone despite all risks of U.S. punting was because Miami Beach is WALL TO WALL FANNY. It's everywhere, and most of it is hot as fuck. A man can only resist for so long....)
Good comms, seemed from the off that she was legit. $180 for an hour, which for the U.S. is a great rate. As I'd heard so many horror stories of punting in the U.S. I literally had no idea what to expect, and was bricking it by the time I got the "I'm here" text around 30 minutes after arranging the meet. I was pleasantly surprised though: while it wasn't the girl in the photo, the girl I met was close enough looks-wise, American, and really petite (which I really like). I'd say English size 6 at the most, maybe less. She stripped off (smoking hot body, tiny tits, not an ounce of fat on her), lay on the bed and invited me to join her. I went in to kiss her - turned away, not a chance. Kissed her tits, which she was OK with, I moved my hand between her legs for a bit of fingering - not allowed. I asked for oral - this was only with condom. Wanted to shag that tiny body, so fucked her in mish, came pretty quickly. At which point she jumped up, wrapped the condom in toilet paper, had her clothes on and was out the door in probably 3 minutes flat. In total I reckon she was there for 20 minutes, out of the hour. Overall, a very average Romanian-style punt with a tiny hardbody.
Here comes the scary bit. About 5 minutes after she left, there was a stern knocking at the door. Holy shit, I'm about to be busted, I thought. I almost didn't open the door, and had one of those "life flashing before my eyes" moments. It's a sting, I've been set up, I am royally fucked, and all for a crap shag I could have got anywhere in the UK.... eventually plucked up the courage to peek out of the window next to the door, and saw it was the girl. She'd forgotten her phone. I looked round and there it was, on the table. I have NEVER breathed a more enormous sigh of relief, and proceeded directly to the nearest bar where I downed a beer in 2 minutes flat.