Summary: This was plan C. Subjectively, an attractive SP who delivered a good service (albeit these were limited), armed with a good skill set and attitude. Very clean and well-presented.
Comms: Good. Short notice booking arranged via text (Agency), all less than an hour before it started.
Location: Easy to find, spacious ground floor apartment in a large house on a busy road, less than 2 mins walk from Earls Court underground. Whilst this isn't the most discreet of locations, a hotel is close by so there's enough foot fall around to avoid standing out. Audio buzzer entry system. The bedroom was clean, tidy and very spacious (double height ceiling etc), although the bathroom which was along the corridor was a little cramped, and whilst not unclean it was however a little untidy.
Price: £300 for 1 hour in-call.
Services: FK - DFK, OWO, RO and protected sex in multiple positions. Very, very basic for the price tag. If you like what you see and are happy with the services on offer, it all comes down to the delivery and attitude.
The SP: Early 20s Muscovite, I'd guess at a size 6, very firm but not gym toned, all natural save for lip filler (which imho she doesn't need), no tattoos, cleanly shaven pussy, extremely long straight brunette hair (with extensions), I'd say she's more like 5'2" than the stated 5'6 on her profile. Facially – yes, she's a looker (not in the drop dead category for me), the photo-shopping is fairly minimal, they've added some "gloss" to the pictures but not a lot else. Very clean and well presented, tanned with good skin, good teeth with fresh breath (I didn't think that she was a smoker) and her English is easily good enough to see her through a booking. I found her to be engaging, enthusiastic and positive throughout.
The Meeting: On the back of an all-nighter in the office I was a wreck. Plans A and B falling through left me standing in West London looking like death warmed up, with a few hours to kill before I was due at the airport. I found myself vacantly starring at my phone weighing up whether to go for plan C which the Agency had recommended when cancelling plan B, which strangely enough they said they rated, don't they always! Mentally and physically I probably wasn't in the best condition for punting but needs must.
Decided to throw caution to the wind, turned up at the address provided and was buzzed straight in. Warmly welcomed and brief introductions out of the way, services promptly agreed, well let's face it there's hardly anything to agree (fyi I didn't ask about any extras, as afaik none are advertised), paperwork exchanged, shower offered and taken and we're under starter's orders.
Returned to the bedroom to find Taya pretty near immaculately presented, sporting possibly the best underwear set I've seen in a while, seemed stockings, suspender belt, proper femme fatale stuff lingerie wise, basically the whole nine yards if that's your bag.
A little light hearted seduction to start with, following some FK I was gently pushed away whilst Taya seductively slid out of her bra and knickers, all part of the act but nonetheless enjoyable all the same. Moving onto the bed, engaged in a bit more FK, then RO to which she was allegedly very responsive to. I thought she'd make a pretty good actress, it was nice watching her work even though I was under no illusion that my efforts here were in vein. After she feigned getting off, she moved straight onto OWO.
This was good, but under no stretch of the imagination was it what I would call spectacular. Initially gently paced, gradually building the speed and rhythm progressing to full on DT. This was neither handsy nor toothy, there was however little eye contact or attention to my nuts or perineum. In Taya's defence, I was hard and particularly keen to get on with it, perhaps if we'd have carried on all of this would have come to fruition.
Rubbered up Taya's initial weapon of choice was CG, she was tight as a gnat's chuff and took matters slowly until she'd got the measure of little brain which even on a nice warm day, with a tail wind is only average sized at best. This felt bloody marvellous, it was vice like and whilst I appreciate she's in her early 20's, I still suspect a lot of kegel work has gone on as she had a pelvic floor like an anvil, this was unsurpassed in my punting career to date.
Following CG we manoeuvred ourselves into mish without losing penetrative contact, now regrettably comes a negative, her phone started to ring on the other side of the room. She was mortified, I laughed, and to her credit she continued with the booking ignoring it. This was however becoming a slight distraction to me, as in my head I was thinking that her voicemail's got to kick in any second now, but did it fuck. Stopping, I asked her to deal with it which she duly did. By now I was laying on my side still hard, Taya come back to the bed, sidles up to me and instigates spoons, followed by more mish, prone bone, doggy then more prone bone where I proceeded to lose it, all ends up, eyeballs rolling back into my head shuddered to a glorious end (probably more like a damp firework, it just didn't feel that way in my head), this was all with about 55 minutes on the clock in terms of bedroom time. Coincidentally she managed to cum at exactly the same time, what are the chances of that happening, yeah righty ho!!
Would I return: Yes, I think I would but I'm not in any hurry to do so.
Postscript – Taya did mentioned that she's only in London for a few more weeks and intends to move location before she returns to Moscow.
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