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External Link/Members OnlyI paid £70 for 30 mins. CIM is available for £20 more if that’s your thing.
This turned out as a solid positive in the end but there was a wobble in the middle and a sudden dip towards the negative very late on . . . all will be explained.
I was steered in Ariana’s direction by dash gash’s review earlier this week. There’s since been some confusion about whether he was bait-and-switched but I’m pretty sure the girl I saw is the one on the profile pics.
I had a whole day to myself with plans for the best possible punt I could find, but my preferred tranny option then various other possibilities closer to me in SW London all turned to shit. I more or less gave up for half a day but then discovered dash gash’s positive review and rang Ariana at once. Young and slender Polish blondes always float my boat.
Yes, she was free for 30 mins that evening. Yes she sounded sane with good English (this was true, but I realised later that a maid or another girl had ben involved in the comms at some point).
So, two trains to Twickenham and a long, cold walk from the station to her place near the rugby stadium. One of my trains had been cancelled so I warned ahead that I’d be five minutes late. When I got there I called and was told: “Wait just a few minutes please.” Then I got a text that said: “Bebe what time will you be free x”. Obvs the maid had meant to sent that to Ariana. Oh shit, she must still be with another punter. But a couple of texts later I was told “2 mins pls x” and I was given the flat number about three minutes after that.
The apartment is fair-sized, clean and a bit swish, actually. The bed was large and comfortable. Ariana herself, when she emerged from behind the door, was an absolute five-star knockout if you like slender young things as much as I do. Her figure is exactly as you see on the profile, with long and coltish legs, a waist you could almost wrap your hands around and delicate little hips. Her face is impish and pretty, her hair was loosely tied back and she was wearing a dazzling all-white lingerie set which made her look even more arousing. She told dash gash that she was 22 but she easily passes for her profile age of 19. At my time of life I'd pay £30 just to stand and stare at such a beautiful young creature dressed like that for half an hour.
She was smiley and friendly with an immediate snog once we got to the bedroom. After she disappeared with the cash it took her about a minute longer to return than it took me to get undressed and relax on the bed. Deep French kissing and close cuddling was immediate and very full-on. Bit of garlic detectable but I like garllc. After a minute she began to gently massage my semi-erection into full-blooded life. Would I like oral? Of course I would. Condom or no condom? Without, please. I got double wet-wiped but she was gentle with it, and I told her that I actually like cold things on my cock, which amused her.
Her oral technique is best described as “soft and light”. No attempt to take more than half of my 6in into her mouth, no real tongue action. I think she’s a bit inexperienced. She told me later she’d been in England for 11 days and I suspect she had not escorted before. I asked to switch to 69 after a few minutes but she replied, slightly irritated: “Next, OK?” She seems to have a routine she likes to stick to. But how could I complain when I could just lay back, fondling in turn her tiny little ass and her pretty perky tits while I watched her with her lips wrapped around my now-raging hard-on.
69, when it came, was a problem at first. She swung herself over me with her lacy white panties still on. She let me slip them off when I pointed this out, but it felt awkward. Then she stayed just a little too high above me for comfort. I ran with this for a while, raising my head slightly to make tongue contact but I was getting a crick in the neck so asked her to just lie flat on my chest. She seemed a little reluctant but I gently pulled her down and she didn’t object. Now I could do my thing. Her pussy is small and she tasted sweet.
We were in a good position and she continued the light but still very pleasant oral at her end. I was able to increase my cock-thrusts up to a certain point but if it got too energetic she started to draw back. Meanwhile, my tongue was having an effect. She made no sound and I’m not sure if she actually came, but by the end she was tightly gripping my legs in spasms and I could feel little tremors working through her body.
And so to cowgirl. Condom on, she lowered herself on to me and it was a comfortable fit, neither tight nor loose, despite my impression of her pussy earlier. She didn’t do much of the work at first, keeping herself still as I started thrusting, but soon I had her lying flat on my chest, my arms gripping her tightly, our lips locked, our tongues tangled. It became very natural and flowing and she stayed with me as I pushed harder and harder and faster and faster. My orgasm was a huge wave of pleasure and we kept on moving for a minute afterwards.
That’s the likely cause of the condom staying inside her when she climbed off me. Now this has happened to me many times before and experienced SP’s just reach in and pull it out without a complaint. There’s no real risk involved. But Ariana was totally freaked out. I tried to reassure her that the sperm would still be in the condom but she said: “No, I think some came out!” She was on the verge of tears and stormed off to the bathroom telling me angrily: “You never come here again, OK?”
She was a long time, and I was more or less dressed when she came back, looking a little sheepish. Her anger at me had gone and she now seemed like a scared and trembling teenager. She told me: “I just cannot get pregnant; I’m so afraid.” Well no problem there. I told her about my early 1990s vasectomy, that I’d never had an STD, and that for the last 10 years I’d only had unprotected sex with my GF. She seemed a little reassured and we parted on good terms.
Later I realised that she must have been worried that there seemed to be hardly any spunk in the condom when she pulled it out. But that’s because I’m the very opposite of a heavy cummer and I’d had a wank in the shower earlier that day, reducing the payload even further. Two little drops is all that comes out in those circumstances.
The story has a nice postscript because after I gave her some positive feedback on Adultwork she did the same for me, making a point of saying that I would be welcome back any time. I was actually touched by that, and presuming she does come back from her Christmas break at home in Poland (I don’t know when that starts) I definitely want a repeat.
