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External Link/Members OnlyAt 60p I decided to check her private gallery and that convinced me. Voluptuous. Better looking than her dour face pics.
Emailed to describe myself, she sent me her number. I called, made a date and she stood me up. It was obvious from her voice that she was unwell so I postponed and saw her a week later and all was well and she apologised. Well-spoken and English. Younger than my usual choices but she knew how to look after me nicely.
£150 for an hour with no extras and a bar of Green & Black 85% chocolate. Not cheap. She removed the cats.
She lives in a large modern block with private parking and only residents parking in the area. I checked it out with Google Maps and Streetview and could not find any meters. I parked a few streets away where there were no restrictions. She told me on arrival that I could have parked in Asda car park. Doh! But that was also not exactly near. In conversation later I discovered that while most of the block was private her rather shabby place was council. Not sure how such a young woman got a council flat?
But it was fun. She was still of what some people called the age of puppy fat, not obese but well-padded at about size 14 with voluptuous breasts, a bit of a tummy and a lovely set of rumps and thighs. And a smile. She wore black leggings and a black sleeveless vest. Off with it and I undressed and we snogged standing up and standing up is what mister happy did immediately. Onto the double bed and under the duvet for a long relaxing snog except mister happy who did not relax but stood at attention. I needed to relax.
Then down onto her breasts which responded nicely, then to lick her out which she seemed to enjoy. Having established that she was not a vegetarian she then sucked me. Over to 69 which was not easy, - the view was great but I could not get a good angle with my head between her legs so swerved round into mish. Many positions, outside and inside her rubbing up and down and in and out, legs flat, legs raised and then a prolonged and profuse climax. Yippee. Mister Happy was still drooling when he emerged. Wiped, chatted, rested, dressed and toddled off well satisfied.
