External Link/Members OnlyFar from home, horny and hungover, I decided to TOFTT with just about the only WG who would answer her phone on one of the last shopping days before Christmas...and so I found myself booking a 30 minute session with Miss Catherine.
On the phone she sounded pleasant enough, although rather pushy: I usually book just 30 minutes with a new girl but Miss Catherine was adamant that 1/2 hour wouldn't be nearly enough to enjoy what she had to offer...she then proceeded to tell me all about how fit she was, what a nice person she is, how refined she is - her ex-husband is a barrister, you know (a glance at my username will tell you why that cuts no ice here!) - and how all of her clients book at least an hour of her oh-so-precious time. I probably should have ended the call and looked elsewhere, but the lack of plausible alternatives and a developing semi convinced me to persevere
Miss C works from a flat at the top of Whieladies Road close to the Downs, and as soon as I was in the door the inane wittering started again: "I'm a businesswoman first and foremost (never a good sign)"; "I'm very fit from regular workouts"; "All my clients swear I'm the best"; "My ex-husband's a barrister, you know" and so it went on and on and on, and then, just when I thought the monologue had reached its final act and we might actually get on with the main purpose of my visit, she went on some more
The flat itself is largely fit for purpose, but the toilet was blocked and, frankly, the whole of the ground floor smelt of shit...my burgeoning erection of earlier in the day had long since wilted by this point
Finally, I followed Miss C up the stairs and it's certainly true that age had not withered her much (she confessed to being 48 rather than the advertised 40 years of age, but then we all know how it works, right?) . Her bum looked good to me in black panties as she wiggled up the narrow staircase to the bedroom. Once inside the room we got some more rabbit, but I'd stopped listening by this point. Things only started looking up when finally, after all the bullshit and blether, we actually began the sex.
Miss C stripped to just her knickers releasing her full and firm breasts for me to kiss, squeeze and suckle before she dropped to her knees for some nice OWO. I then pushed her onto her back on the bed and removed her knickers so I could return the oral favour. It took a moment or two to warm her up, but Miss C seemed to enjoy this, moaning softly and getting genuinely wet in and around her shaven cunt. Next, and at my request, she knelt in front of me so I could lick her out while she was in the doggy position then turn my attention to rimming her tight arse while fingering the vagina. She moaned softly and finally seemed to have remembered why I was there! The session finished with sex in cowgirl, which was only spoilt when Miss C started boasting about how her pussy was as tight as any twentysomething's . It was certainly tight enough for me and I soon came into the bag.
Unfortunately, the chat began again while I was getting dressed. This time I heard all about her new partner (Did I mention that her ex was a barrister?) who apparently accepts her chosen line of work, but won't actually be home for long time...she was deliberately evasive about her lastest squeeze's line of work, but I don't suppose he's in the merchant navy...
Overall, I've gone for neutral: everything was crap except for the sex itself which was rather nice without being mind blowing. If you like horny milfs and don't mind your ear bent, you might enjoy Miss Catherine. I wont be going back.
