Once again I was clip trotting down the Kettering Road in Man Of La Mancha mode with recumbent lance and sorrowful countenance when I bethought me of the pleasure I had recently received at an inn of relief on that highway. I was aroused and decided to refresh myself with another young lady’s maidenly comforts - to wet my lance so to speak - even though only a few days had elapsed since my last stop. Oh it is spring and the sap is rising.
This young lass was yclept Sky; she cultivates an alternative look, she is red of hair, medium height, slim with firm weighted breasts, natural I think, some piercings, including one breast and tattoos; her skin is very soft. She is British. She looks to be in her early 20s and is fresh and young in her demeanour.
I was pleased when she entered the room and we embraced and we stood like that for quite a while together touching and kissing. She enjoys sensual, deep kissing with tongues. She is the best kisser I have had since Lucy Lucious, once of Loughborough. We undressed and on her knees, she began to slowly and sensitively suck my cock, drawing it deep and deeper into her throat. Then more kissing. In fact I think she would have spent the whole time kissing if I had not guided her to the bedstead.
Once there we caressed each other - and kissed. I could have sucked on her breasts all day but there was more kissing to do. Her kissing was, in fact, quite a distraction. She lay on her back whilst I licked her cunt and sucked on her clit, listening to her gentle moans. Again, I could have stayed there forever but half an hour is not long and there was more to do to consummate this visit.
We were becoming quite passionate and I wanted to be inside her. She straddled me and I penetrated her and I became her steed with her fiercely and furiously riding me hard to oblivion.
I had to pull her up, turn her over and go for a slower missionary fuck; she gently guided me into her cunt where I could thrust slowly, building up a rhythm and feeling and relishing each stroke until I finished inside her.
Should I mention a blemish? If I do so it is only to prove that, in this report, I am not over romanticising and that I am prepared to describe her fairly, warts and all. She has a noticeably loose tummy and stretch marks. There! Not too bad.
I paid the standard rate of 60 pounds, which I consider good value for money. (As Nicole has disappeared I will be looking for comfort elsewhere.)
As I write this it is raining and I gaze out on the meadows where the sheep huddle for shelter beneath the verdant waving trees and I begin to long again for that far away exotic and erotic urban street where pleasure can so sweetly be had.
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