Chelsea is a very attractive blonde, mid thirties, possibly, with a beautifully proportioned body that's curvy and womanly, without any saggy bits. She's in great shape. There's a bit of artwork on her, but no more than is par for the course these days, and I didn't really notice it when I was with her. Anyway, as far as her looks go, you can judge for yourself, because her profile photos are bang accurate. WYSIWYG.
External Link/Members OnlyShe's a really nice girl, too, with a warm, friendly manner and a bright, playful personality. I liked her right away, and she could tell, and we got on like a house on fire. It's funny how you can just click with a girl, sometimes, even on just a half-hour punt, and it makes the occasion all the more enjoyable when you do.
Communications were via e-mail, and flawless. She's in a nice, modern apartment off the Kettering Road, dead easy to find and with plenty of parking nearby. The bedroom's clean and fresh, with a couple of well placed mirrors, and lots of little feminine touches.
I was delighted when I met her. It was only 11 am, but she'd taken the trouble to look her best. Her hair was nicely styled and she was fully made up, as if ready for a glitzy night out. She was wearing some very classy lingerie and some glittering silver jewellery around her neck and wrists. I told her she was a picture of ladylike elegance, and I could tell she was flattered. I meant it, too; she looked terrific.
We warmed up with a long, leisurely kiss and cuddle on the bed, during which I explored every bit of her, and gave her a good fingering, which she seemed to enjoy. She was lovely and moist, anyway. Then I bent her across my knee to spank her delectable bottom before she got me rubbered up - at my request - for a lovely, comprehensive blowjob.
Next it was the main event, and a session of full-throttle 'heels-to-heaven' missionary facing the mirror, followed by a good, hard rattle doggie-style, with her on the bed and me on the floor. I was quite exhausted after that, and in need of a breather, so it was beck to the bed for a session of cowgirl, which turned out to be quite comical.
Before she popped herself on board she lubed herself up, but overdid it, and as soon as she started bouncing about it was accompanied by loud squelching noises, which she took in her stride. "Whooo," she cried, "that's not very ladylike, is it?" I said "that reminds me, I could do with a new pair of wellies" which she thought was a hoot. It was all great fun, and we just seemed comfortable with each other, as if we'd been having it off together for years.
So there we are. A lovely girl, a great punt and I left with a spring in my step. I'd been losing some enthusiasm lately, fed up with bogus profiles and no-shows and all the other crap we have to deal with, so Chelsea was a timely and welcome reminder of what great fun punting can be. Top drawer.
