I'd never have considered paying this girl a visit based on her profile;
External Link/Members OnlyI'd called in to take a look at another girl, and Elise happened to be on parade, and she's absolutely stunning. She has the perfect body of a Victoria's Secret model, except even better, because she's had her tits done. I know some guys don't approve, but I'm all in favour of self improvement. She had a nice, golden tan - in January - and, as far as I can remember, not a single tattoo anywhere on her. She has lovely long, blonde hair; it might be a wig for all I know, but she looked as if she'd just stepped out of Vidal Sassoon's, ready for a glossy magazine photoshoot.
And she has the face, and the mouth, and the smile, and the teeth, and the voice, of Ingrid Bergman in
Casablanca. She really does. Of all the clip joints in all the world, I had to walk into hers....
Things got off to a very unpromising start. She wanted the main light switched off, which left just the dim glow of a bedside lamp. I'd had the same issue with a girl recently when I'd conceded the point, and the room had been so dark it contributed to the punt being a dead loss. Never again. So I quietly, but firmly, insisted it was left on, and she finally, rather tetchily, gave way.
She was still very frosty, though. She brushed aside my efforts at conversation and made it quite clear she just wanted to get on with it. Time for business. I settled for half an hour of the basics at £50. Cheap enough, but I wondered if she may be one of those girls who demanded the sex be on her terms, rather than mine.
Once we got going she was fine, though. She was happy for me to dictate proceedings, and perfectly willing to take up whatever position I asked her to, always with an eye on getting the best view in the mirror. We started with me giving her a leisurely, informal massage, so I could explore every bit of her. I took my time, kissing and caressing her along the way. Next, a nice, attentive blowjob, made all the more special by the view in the mirror, the perfect 'hamburger' shot as I caressed her arse at the same time.
Then on to the main event, which with one or two variations - she's incredibly supple - went mish, cowgirl, doggy, and back to mish. The sex was terrific. I'll spare you a blow-by-blow account, but punting simply cannot get any better than a session of full throttle 'heels-to-heaven' missionary with a gorgeous, blonde, Ingrid Bergman lookalike. It really can't. Bogey, eat your heart out. Here's looking at you, kid.
As I lay there recovering afterwards she couldn't have been more different from how she was at the start. She was warm, friendly and happy to talk about herself and her life in Poland, and England, and how she came to be working there - it's an ill wind, all right - and her aspirations for the future. When she's relaxed she's really nice, and good company. A second time may be even better than the first, without that initial frostiness.
So play it again, Sam. I rarely visit a girl more than once, but in Elise's case I'll make an exception, because if I don't I'll regret it, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of my life....
