Hidden Image/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyI had an ambitious punting plan lined up on Good Friday morning but it turned to shit at the last moment. Having already taken a blue pill I looked for something close to home as a consolation and found Rafaela's ad on Vivastreet. When I called the number it was clear that she was the girl in the ad and not a maid.
What a day. Pissing down for hours on end. When I turned up at the postcode she'd given me, getting soaked through a heavy overcoat, I couldn't find the right address because, it turned out, she was badly mispronouncing the name of the road. Brazilians, eh, what can you do?
Intercom not working so she had to come downstairs to let me in. She's the girl in the pictures, but when not glammed up she looks like your cute next-door neighbour or a primary school teacher. Mid-to-late 20s, jogging pants and loose top, but the pants were leopardskin print so at least she was making a minimal effort. Very warm and friendly, anyway. Lovely natural big tits. Affectionate manner, French kissing that fell short of "deep" until later.
After an initial bout of standing-up kisses, cuddles and ball-licking we collapsed on the bed and she reached for a condom. I asked for OWO and agreed to her request for an extra £10 (I'd already paid the advertised £60 for 30 minutes). Then she really went to town on my cock, balls, and perineum, falling just short of rimming and using lube to make everything deliciously sloppy.
At this point I asked for 69 but she refused, saying that having her pussy licked was no good for her. No idea why, and although she giggled like a schoolgirl when I mimed how talented my tongue could be, she didn't budge.
We ended up in cowgirl. I gave her tits a serious dose of sucking, licking and biting, and then she collapsed into my chest, deep french kissing and nuzzling and whispering obscenities until I shot my load into her. We stayed together kissing and fondling for a few minutes then she offered me a massage. Pleasantly surprised that she wasn't bundling me out of the door with only 10 minutes to go, I agreed and almost fell asleep while she rubbed oil into my back, legs and feet.
Once I sat up she kept hugging and kissing me and stroking my hair. She'd already told me how quiet the day had been, and in a basic bedsit flat with no TV or radio I think the poor girl was just bored and lonely. My caring, attentive civilised self was telling me stay and be nice to her. But the selfish beast that surfaces once you've climaxed was telling me to get the hell out, and he won.
I don't imagine she'll be around here for long, but while Rafaela is on my doorstep I'll probably go back for more of this.
