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review by FriendlyneighbourJay soon after he posted it. If I had found the profile myself I would have run image searches on the presumption that it had to be bait-and-switch. A supermodel-class Brazilian working as an AW indie in Finchley for £100 / £150? TGBT, surely?
Well boys, sometimes unicorns really do exist. This one is not the wildest nympho you’ll ever pay for sex, but my God, she’s more gorgeous than her pictures and she has a lovely attitude, too.
Comms: I decided to see Sophia the next afternoon and fired off a text about three hours in advance. She replied 20 mins later with a copy-and-pasted price list. This made it clear that half-an-hour was cum once and an hour was cum twice. Fine by me – at my age I struggle to cum twice in the same afternoon. After I said OK to 30 mins for £100, she sent the postcode, which turned out to be a spot in North Finchley near the Memorial Hospital. I lived nearby nearly 30 years ago but these days it’s a three-hour round trip from south London.
There was no request to send a confirmation text later, but as I drew near and with only 10 minutes until match time she sent a message asking if I was on schedule. I didn't hear this arrive on the noisy No 13 bus from Finchley Central so didn’t confirm until it was only two minutes to go. This caused a short delay – she said I’d have to wait four minutes (strangely precise) because I hadn't confirmed in time. In the end it was a five-minute wait, but this made a pleasant change from having to hang about for three times as long as the escort tells you. I took a slow walk further down the road and was back on the spot just in time.
Location: She's working from a good quality flat in a converted house. I rang the doorbell and as I waited I saw a notice telling me something like “Smile, you’re on CCTV.” Then my phone rang.
“Take the cup out,” said Sophia. “Sorry... what do you mean? I don’t see a cup.”
“Take the cup out,’ she repeated. “So I can see you.”
Doh! She was saying CAP, not cup! I was wearing a baseball cap (the right way round because putting it on backwards halves your IQ – fact) and with the camera being quite high she couldn’t see my friendly and trustworthy face. I took off the headgear and grinned into the camera. Ten seconds later she was hiding behind the open door. I told her about this cup/cap confusion after the bedroom action was over (I had to mime the action for cup) and she collapsed into giggles.
The girl: At first I briefly thought, “Is this the same girl?” She seemed younger and thinner than in the AW pictures (both major plus-points if you’re me) and her dark, centre-parted hair now goes all the way down to her sensationally slender waist. I followed her swaying bum up the stairs and felt my heart-rate increasing as her see-through black wrap swished from side to side at floor level. How she avoided spiking it with her heels I’ll never know.
She turned to face me in the bedroom and I could see up close that it was indeed the girl on the profile, but she was even more attractive. Some of those pics make her look a little more mature and worldly-wise but in person she’s young and fresh and full of smiles. With the long swishing hair (which she did not tie up at any stage, praise be) and the long swishing wrap she also put me in mind of Morticia from the Addams Family (as played by
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The action: I handed over the hundred, made a brief bathroom visit, then got to work. Still in black undies, long wrap and heels, she let me pull her in close for a standing kiss and cuddle. It was clear from the start that my tongue was not allowed inside her mouth – even though her barely-there preferences list has both French Kissing and French Kissing (Discretion) ticked. But she was happy to stay in contact for prolonged lip kissing and my eager hands were free to roam all over her tits, waist and bum.
She started to rub my erection through my jeans and after I had half-stripped she knelt down in front of me. I had already checked that she was happy to use my own made-to-measure condoms (I find them much better for pussy penetration) and at this stage she reached for one. I let her get on with a covered BJ, but on the bed later I asked if oral without was a possibility as an extra. I had to rephrase the question a couple of times before she understood, but the answer was a clear, if apologetic: ”No.”
This was my first covered BJ in several years and the first-ever with a MySize 69mm condom. As well as being fatter round the base than standard-issue rubbers, they seem to be thicker too. Sophia was putting in some effort, taking me deeply into her mouth and swirling her tongue. But the pleasurable sensations were somewhat muffled. Note to self: if you ever have to settle for OW again, use a regular rubber.
The BJ continued after we both stripped off and lay down, and then I asked for 69. “Sorry, no 69,” she said with the same apologetic smile. And I couldn’t just lick her pussy either. This was a setback, because I usually spend more than 10 minutes of a half-hour punt locked in 69 with my tongue working overtime. What’s more, that short enjoys lists does actually include Receiving Oral. With her limited English and my non-existent Portuguese there was no way to challenge this without destroying the mood, so I propped my head up on the pillows and enjoyed watching this vision of loveliness devour my covered cock with that superb curtain of hair swishing everywhere.
Wanting some closer contact after five minutes, I sat up and we began a bout of prolonged lip kissing while I caressed her all over and she gave me a slow hand-job. With the condom gone, I was getting much more sensation and the whole thing felt delicious beyond words. I’m a great believer in counting your blessings and looking on the bright side and I asked myself. “Is there another grey-haired grandad anywhere in the world having as much fun as this with such a drop-dead gorgeous young lady?” Maybe, but maybe not, was the answer. I started punting 40 years ago and of the many hundreds of women I’ve been with I can think of only two, both of them decades ago, who may have been as beautiful. It’s too long ago to make a meaningful comparison.
And so, with my hard-on as rampant as it’s ever been and a new MySize in place, we started to fuck in cowgirl. At first we kissed and I teased her nipples with my tongue and teeth, but as the urge became more, er, urgent, I pulled her down, held her tight to my chest and we really went for it together. My heart was pounding and my bucking hips escaped the usual sciatic pain and I didn’t get cramp in either calf. And finally, I came in a glorious climax. I don’t often produce more than a dribble but I could feel a torrent flooding out and the rubber was full to bursting when we disconnected.
After a few minutes of chat which was pleasant and jokey despite the language barrier I went on my way with wobbly legs and a feeling that I’d been privileged to get intimate with this fantastic young lady. Yes, I’m a bit cunt-struck, but perfectly happy to be so.
Meanwhile, Sophia told me that she’ll be in Finchley until the end of next week. She didn’t know where she would be going next but she’ll be in the UK for about three months.
Phew! I do go on a bit, don’t I? But as you may or may not have noticed, this is my hundredth review as
A Decent Fist* and I felt something epic was in order.
*Confession: Before I became ADF I was on here under the name of Hydrant, but I was banned by the old admin early in 2017 for pestering him (I had a very good reason to do that). Difficult to count my reviews under that name because those written by banned members get reclassified as ordinary posts, but I reckon my aggregated total is around 140. Hope this long-overdue admission doesn’t get me banned again!
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