I lost my virginity to a prostitute. She advertised in a local Surrey newspaper. I was about twenty at the time, it was the late eighties and I desperately wanted to have sex. At the time I felt that absolutely everyone was having sex except for me. The one hour visit cost me about £80 as I recall. She advertised as an escort, she was mixed race, but described herself as Spanish over the phone. She was an independent, and had quite a good apartment in suburban Surbition, true ‘Good Life’ country. She was very generous with her time. We spoke for about an hour before progressing to sex, she knew it was my first time. She was pretty, older than me, about mid twenties and had a child. She had great breasts that I enjoyed licking. They tasted a bit salty and in hindsight that was probably as a result of a previous man’s sperm!
I could hear that there was someone else in the adjoining living room. During intercourse I could hear the sounds from the other room becoming more prominent. What I wasn’t prepared for was the bedroom door bursting open and a man entering the bedroom. I jumped up from the bed before being attacked by the guy. I was naked except for the Durex that was still attached to my still erect member. At the time I was fighting for my life wrestling with this man, looking back it probably looked like some sort of Ken Russell homoerotic flick, but at the time I was truly terrified.
It transpired that the man was the girl’s boyfriend, (recently released from prison) who was annoyed that I had spent such a long time with his girlfriend whilst he was looking after their child in the living room. The police were called, by her, this was partly in an effort to save her and me from a beating. She managed to talk him ‘down’ and I was eventually allowed to get dressed and leave, however the police arrived as I attempted to exit and they took my details before my departure. Nothing came of it, apart from a few bruises and a severe blow to my confidence.