Having registered with this site to voice an alert about a "scammer" that I notice has reappeared on AW; felt compelled to also extol the virtues of one Goddess, whom I believe is the ultimate!
External Link/Members OnlyI have been "punting" now for some 20 years plus and have never used such forums, despite being involved in a career that blessed me with providing services to the industry in the heady days of "%%%" and "DirtyDavid" etc. I vow to review all future experiences, though minimal these days, as I've found an equally hedonistic partner and only stray when away on business for prolonged periods, when my libido gets the better of me...
Which is exactly what happened just before the festive season when I spent a week in London attending Xmas bashes with clients and contacts and after one particular champagne-fuelled extravaganza, found myself yearning for a little more than the obligatory wank, accompanied by phone-porn and the heavily soiled undergarments that my partner always packs for me in anticipation.
And it was this that reminded me of my first contact with "Weston-super-Blonde" a couple of years ago when I had the pleasure of purchasing the most exquisite and dainty pair of quality panties from her that stimulated numerous self-interference sessions, before the heady aromas disappeared, (nasally-hoovered, would suggest....)
I obviously had to meet her and enjoyed two meetings at her place in the Mare, both of which were sublime!
So, to enhance this particular masturbation marathon, thought I'd try and locate her images on AW, (Private Gallery exudes magnificent material,) only to find, low and behold, she, (I know her as Sam,) had left the delights of WsM and was literally now down the road from me!!!
Alas, she no longer publishes a phone number on her profile, so I messaged her in hope, wished her a Happy Xmas and thought nothing more than she would remember me. The wank was OK.
The following day, still in town and she responds. If I was still interested in arranging a rendezvous, she could meet after 7.00pm and knew my hotel well. I can't describe the electric thrill that surged through my loins and immediately changed the day's agenda.
Sam is a stunningly beautiful, classy young lady but possess an open and candid disposition that borders on cheekiness. I adore this in a lady! I ensured I had a good two hours before her arrival, to prepare not only myself physically, but also an array of refreshments and ambience befitting her presence.....
She called me from reception, (which was lovely,) even though she had my room details, installing an incredible sense of anticipation as I remembered every detail of her from our previous dalliances. I was still trembling when she knocked on my door, an unassuming little rap, before the big explosive entrance!
The apparition that greeted me will remain ingrained in all my future fantasy thoughts as the door opened to reveal her splendour. With her heels on, she's almost exactly my height and not only had she dressed in my prerequisite suggestion; secretarial suit under her coat with the appropriate tanned stockings, she'd either also remembered my penchant for high-heeled slingbacks, (have a fetish for ladies footwear,) or t'was fate bestowing even more early Christmas gifts upon me, (I never asked, which one it was!) What most strikes you with her though is those piercing blue eyes and a smile that presents saucy innocence.... one just melts in her presence...Phwoarrrrr!!!
So the deal was... I play the boss and she's interviewing for the position of my PA, so her attire was just perfect! Suited and booted, I slowly restored my act to the agreed role play, taking a more commanding stance despite the trepidation felt with her arrival. It was only the champagne that we consumed that would not be as found in a similar scenario.
We sat opposite to start.
We chatted about her new life and previous meets and then I started the interview process:
"So... What attributes do you feel you have that would make you my perfect Personal assistant?" I probed....
And that's when it started. When such a gorgeous creature starts telling you that she believes that it is her duty to ensure that all requests and needs are attended to, with maximum attention and detail; when a cheeky-faced Goddess licks her bottom lip and looks up to from her glass with dow-eyed, wanton stares...WOW...you just can't resist!
Summoned to straddle my lap, we embraced and I was able to inhale her lightly scented neck before tracing a line down it's nape with my tongue and then kissing her perfectly formed ears and lobes. I chose to adorn her mouth and lips with feather-light kisses, slow and frequent as we mutually caressed each other's hair and shoulders. This in itself would have sufficed for me, but I eventually forced myself out of that haze as I had to taste that juice.
I carried her to the bed, hoisted up the skirt and just indulged my nostrils on her panty-clad nether regions, the fabric of the expensive material sodden with nectar.....Oooooh.... Sorry, I can't go on anymore, even the recounting is overpowering... Woahhh!
The best! I assure you!
Topic: The Best a Man can Get (surely?) - Weston-super-Blonde OUTCALL (Read 3600 times)
