I do prefer a girl to be shapely, and curvy, so judging by her reviews, and the responses to them, I was pretty certain that Alla wasn't my type. But I was seduced by some new photos on her profile...
External Link/Members Only...especially that one of her laying on the bed, with that lovely smile, and those glasses! Wow. I've seen plenty of girls who weren't really my type and still had perfectly enjoyable punts, so for the sake of £40 she was well worth a gamble.
Sure enough, she isn't curvy enough for my taste, but she still ticked a lot of boxes. Tall, slim, good legs, neat, firm arse, meaty enough to make it interesting, small, pert, natural tits. No tattoos, as far as I can remember. Not bad. A good boob job would set her off nicely, in my view, but I'm sure a lot of guys would fancy her as she is.
I didn't find her facially attractive, although she put her glasses on when I asked, which helped. Perhaps it's a face that lights up when she smiles, as her profile photos suggest, but I don't recall her smiling at all, not even by way of introduction when I arrived. I got a cursory "Hi, how are you?" as she briefly glanced up from her phones, and that was it. Her default expression from then on was one of mild irritation. I was interrupting her attending to her phones, I suppose.
She speaks perfectly good English, but any efforts at conversation made by me were dead-batted aside with some monosyllabic responses, so I gave up on that even before I'd got my socks off. It would have only taken a few smiles and a bit of chat to have made it an enjoyable occasion, but the mood was set, and I'd lost interest before we started.
It wasn't a body I wanted to explore, and the sooner she could get back to her phones the happier she'd be, so we didn't hang about, and we were both as bored as each other as we went through the motions. She'd put the phones on the bedside cabinet for the duration, but I may as well have passed them to her; at least it would have given her something to do.
There was no post-coital chat. She was back to her phones and apart from the background music on the radio I got dressed in silence, reflecting that this must be as dismal, sordid and joyless as punting can get.