It was probably my own fault really. I had planned to see someone yesterday, but life got in the way, so I resolved to make it count today, even though I was a bit tired and headachy. I think I also succumbed to unwarranted expectations.
The Girl: Sara, a Brazilian girl in her 30s, attractive face, black hair and eyes, olive skin (yeah, she's Brazilian, get on with it). Nice pair of fake tits (I assume), slim, but with the big, oversized ass that all the kids are raving about in this Kardashian age. I must be the only person I know that prefers a pert, tight nicely proportioned bum, although I wasn't complaining too much here.
The location: top (3rd) floor of 4 Lisle Street in Chinatown. I saw her today, Friday, although she apparently also works there on Saturdays, as well as Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday at 28 Peter Street five minutes walk away. Very busy area, especially on a sunny Easter weekend. Easy to get to, though, and loads of pubs for a pre/post match muse.
The price: £75 for 20mins, which included sex, oral and RO.
The meet: As I said, I was feeling slightly tired and irritable before I got to the location, and this was only made worse when I actually got through the door. Straight in, which was good, but then a 15 minute wait with the maid who, whilst a pleasant enough sort, wouldn't stop rabbiting on to me about going down to see her grandsons in Brighton. A real mood killer when I least needed it.
Finally in, and Sara was a sight to behold. Prettier than I'd expected, with white lingerie on. For reasons I'm, not sure of, Id assumed she was a bubbly type, the kind of girl whose personality makes up for a not so attractive physique. If anything, the opposite was true. She seemed quite muted. It really didn't help me to establish any kind of relationship with her given her lack of English (and my lack of Portuguese TBF), and this kinda set the tone for the punt.
Paperwork sorted, I undressed while she took her knickers and bra off, and then to bed. Lovely tits, great nipples, but no sucky sucky. What?! Straight on with a condom at her suggestion, and she gave me a nice, mostly hands free BJ, with some variation and eye contact (the HL of the meet). I then started to go down on her, but she gave me restricted access with that thing they do. I asked for a 69, but again, no, with a gesture to the menu, obviously implying that it wasn't part of the deal. I thought that was a bit petty in that moment given we'd already done both separately. No fingering either, which I'm sure I'd read she allowed.
Then, laid back on the bed, she started pointing at her pussy, gesturing me to fuck her in missionary and talking Portuguese. I fancied doggy, but couldn't be arsed contesting the point, so got on with it, feeling slightly cheesed off and unloading without much effort to delay the moment on my part. Job done, I put my clothes back on and was out the door well before 20 minutes were up, although I accept that's on me.
So, maybe I'd have had a better time if I had left it until I felt more up for it, or if I hadn't had the expectations that I did. I also don't think it helped that I spent 15 minutes with the maid gnawing at my ear, and then tried to negotiate the meet with a girl that I couldn't really communicate with. She wasn't off at all, but I think I needed someone to get me out of myself, and she wasn't that girl at that time.
