First times

[Berks Bloke 32]

Ive often wondered how everyone here felt after their first time visiting a WG...

I remember my first, I was a lot younger than I am now and this was in the days before the Internet, a couple of friends had been to see an Escort and had nothing but praise for her. I grabbed the details and paid her a visit, I was in my 20's she was mid to late 30s. The experience was great, her place was nice, she was good looking with amazing breasts, she was eager and experienced and I waslked away totally satisfied.

Looking back I'm lucky to have had a great first experience with a WG, was yours, great, good, ok or an utter nightmare?

[timmyshorny]

i'll let you know when I've had mine 

[Berks Bloke 32]

best of luck there chap, have you booked it yet?

[cambs-man]

My first time didn't go well.

In my naiveté I booked a two hour outcall to my home, during the day whilst the wife was at work.
Escort turned up on time and we sat chatting for a little while. When we 'retired' to the bedroom, I became quite obsessed by the idea that  Mrs cambs-man may come home really early. Needless to say that with that, combined with 'first time with an escort' nerves, my performance was embarrassing.
The lady in question was great though, and put extra effort into ensuring I popped at least once in my time.

Since then I have only ever done incalls. I even eventually visited the escort who had been my first, and put in a much, much better performance. 

[spz1234]

I was pretty shortlived once actual sex commenced. A combination of nerves and being without sex for too long. Still enjoyable though.

[DJ Fruit Polo]

Oh dear, my first time didn't go well either.

After wandering around Soho one evening, movng from doorway to doorway, I finally summoned up the courage to actually go up one of the set of stairs.  I didn't even set eyes on the girl until the maid had shown me into the bedroom - I didn't really fancy her, but I was there and wasn't up for turning back now.  It was all rather disappointing in the end.

I managed my first successful punt a while later with a middle-aged overweight French lady in a flat on St Annes Court.  Go figure   

That was back in the early 1980s, if I'd had the internet resources that are now available then I like to think I'd have made a much better job of it!

[vorian]

It was fantastic the best thing I had ever done in my life.  Not because of the punt that was pretty average not her fault mine because I was nervous but once that first one is done your a fully paid up member of an exclusive club.  Your a punter and then you learn how to be good at punting and it just gets better and better after that.

[Toshiba]

I remember it well

Scruffy twat
Doss house
Ugly
Fat
And she was on ffs

Enough to put you off for life, but it didnt

[ulander]

i'll let you know when I've had mine 

I wish you'd get on and do it.  The suspense is killing me.

[KentAde]

Lost my virginity in the late 80's to a WG in Baker Street. All I remember was the smell of perfume and her keep saying "bloody fuck will you"......well it was my first time  Should have stopped the punting lark there and then, but alas, am still at it now!

[Rochdull lad]

When I came out of one of Sandy's Parlours in Manchester at the end of my debut punt almost 10 years ago now, my first thought was, "Why the fuck didn't I do that much sooner?!

Closely followed by the thought that, with the late Mrs R L having passed on and with no kids or mortgage to worry about and two reasonably well-paid part-time jobs, I'd just found myself a really enjoyable affordable pastime.

Fast forward to today when my pension means that I can't punt as often as I did in the first year or so [I really was like a kid in a sweetshop] and I'm still enjoying punting as much as I ever did.

[Jay-Jay]

Think I've related this before on here or elswhere but mine was donkey's years ago,well before the net, and I was in a boozer in Manchester. The old Union on Canal St was a joint gay/hookers hangout,sort of like a meat-rack I suppose but at least you got to see the goods before you purchased.(Mine was a hooker by the way,not a gay-boy)

Jay