So one night after work I find myself again in fucking Bayswater. West London's triangle of filth. I'm having Deja Vu as it's exactly the same scenario as before - planned on just a sensual massage so didn't bring my Viagra along, let down by the masseuse so spend some time on-location scouring adult-work for a good looking young girl, within my cheap-ass punting budget.
And who's this? - she looks nice! OK the pictures are overly photoshopped. Fuck it, I've been browsing profiles for the last half hour, calling prossies and getting their answerphones or fobbed off by the maid, I'll pay just about any girl to see me at this point. She's a newbie but I'll take a punt. That's what this is all about isn't it? Most of the time this situation ends in disaster for me as you'll know, but on this occasion it actually turned out pretty well.
Following my call to Nikole I'm texted the address and I head over to meet her. I have the name of the square and as I approach it - it reminds me of that scene from the movie Notting Hill all over again, with Hugh Grant the floppy-haired bumbling English twit, at this point in his career firmly typecast as a floppy-haired bumbling English twit, does his best to impress his date by sneaking her in to the private garden. But I won't be scaling any spiked railings. The text tells me to "call when I reach number 11". No further help given, I'm on my own. I'm wandering around looking for number on doorways for this place and since I can't see across the square to the properties the other side, I walk around the entire thing but eventually I find it. There's a bright fucking red Ferrari outside. Note to Nikole's maid - direct people towards the Ferrari!
Was it a maid or Nikole herself I was speaking to, I'm not sure. Anyway, that's not important. What is important is that on entering the flat I was pleasantly surprised by the natural-looking petite and genuinely young girl who met me at the door and welcomed me inside. Nikole's pictures don't do her justice. I read a thread on here about this recently. About how some are photogenic and some are not. Nikole's pictures are shit because they're overly photoshopped so don't portray her naturally cute girl-next-door look and also they don't show off her best feature - her legs. OK I can see them in the pics but she should be exploiting those pins - they are very nice. I saw her pictures don't do her justice because sometimes photoshop can actually make people look worse than they look in real life, not better.
Into the bedroom I go, led by my date-for-the-next-half-hour, pay my £60. In my rushed state of whore-dialing and speed-reading of profiles I neglected to spot that she only charges £80 for an hour. I'm getting undressed now as she leaves with the cash, slightly conscious that the door to the room is one of those clear-glass-paned ones so I'm exposed to those walking past and I spot two other girls working in the same flat (but didn't get a good look at them I'm afraid). I can hear a guy talking, not just the other girls. This might have made me a little nervous whilst waiting for Nikole to return, perched on the end of her bed, with my clothes off. But I can peak through the curtains and I can see down to the amazing garden in the centre of the square. Somewhat comforting images of Hugh Grant wooing Julia Roberts enter my thoughts again and I'm relaxed. Besides, if any shit goes down in this place I can just shout out of the open window, down to the street below.
But I'm waiting for ages. Well, more than 5 minutes. This might not sound like a long time, but to a seasoned punter experienced in 30 minute-bookings, 5 minutes waiting around is a long time - especially if it's coming out of my paid time, and it will. This wasn't a good start but in a couple of minutes things would get better.
Nikole returns in a sexy tight mini-dress looking hot as fuck. If you look at her profile pictures, the middle one is the most representative of how she is in real life. Not stunning then, just cute and sexy. I like petite girls, but then again I like tall girls too, and average-height girls. Who am I kidding? As if I actually have a type.
Nikole and I are French kissing now. She has a little stud in her lip that's brushing against my face. A new experience for me. I'm feeling her sexy body through her tight dress. In a few minutes she gives me oral on the bed, I have her in a 69 position but don't give her RO, just having a little look at her cute pussy and kissing her firm arse cheeks whilst she sucks.
Since I've not taken Viagra I know that my performance will be limited. Missionary is my best chance of success and it works out well since she's not shying away from eye contact; responds well to me kissing her lips and breasts whilst I'm fucking her; holds me tightly against her when I'm getting pressing myself against her; and caressing my chest when I raise back up to get a better look at her tight bod. I tried doggie for a bit but it's no good, I can't stay hard. What the fuck. I never have this problem at home. It's not unexpected though. When I get home I'm going to sew an emergency Viagra pill into the lining of my coat for last-minute punts like this. Back to missionary again then. I pull out to stop myself cumming - since I'm a one-pop punter (usually) I aim to last til the end of the 30 minutes. However, without Viagra I have less control over this. I've pulled out but I'm cumming without any stimulation - one of those really shit pops that you don't want to happen but it does anyway - a stifled, embarrassed orgasm, not unlike the scene from American Pie (the original movie, not the sequels that followed it and turning from comedy gold into shit). I don't feel satisfied and unusually for me I want to go straight back into the action. Now I'm told that it's only one pop in 30 minutes! 9 times out of 10 that would be absolutely no problem for me but not this time. OK, "how much do you charge for an hour?". "£80", her reply. Ok, so if I give you another £20 then I can stay another 30 minutes? That's a pretty good deal. No, apparently I have to pay for an hour up-front - it's not possible to pay for half an hour and then extend this into a one-hour booking. Now I'm thinking to myself, when I called this girl, her phone wasn't exactly ringing off the hook. She's new and not reviewed here yet. She can either take my extra £20 or just hang around on her own 'til the next punter calls. If she's not busy for the next 30 minutes I don't see the problem with extending my booking. So politely I ask her if she would make an exception this time. To be fair, if I'd paid more attention to her profile and noted that it was only £80 for the hour then I would have booked an hour. I might be cheap, but not that
. Luckily she agreed, but then disappeared with the cash again for another 5 minutes. What the fuck's she doing in the next room. Here I am again, naked on her bed, holding in my belly every time one of the other girls walks past the room, conscious again of the see-through door.
Nikole returns. Apparently I only have 25 minutes left as I went over on my 30-minute booking (well, according to my estimates, only if you include her wasted time spent outside of the room) "So what do you want to do now", she asks. Next thing I know, she's sucking me back to hardness again and sucking away really well actually and I don't hear her complain that she's tired. She's been enthusiastic and accommodating right the way through. Will I be able to cum a second time within the hour? This never happens
for me by the way. Back to my favourite (for this session) missionary again. I'm holding onto those lovely legs of her and pounding her. We're both working up a bit of a sweat. After maybe 10 minutes I cum again and it's much more satisfying this time. Thank goodness I got to do that. That's more like it. I feel the dopamine hit my brain and signal that maybe it's time I get the fuck out of there. I'm laying on the bed next to her for just a couple of minutes, catching my breath, taking a few mental-snaps of her bod so I can relive the experience at a later date. Looking at her again in a different light now that I'm not horny as fuck, just relaxed and satisfied. She's still cute. And young - she tells me she's in her early twenties. I spot a c-section scar. So many of the young working girls that I meet have one. I don't stop to think about the implications of it - don't want to spoil the experience.
Before I leave we have a bit of chit-chat. Her English is quite good. She told me she was from Budapest but I'm uncertain whether that's accurate since she reveals little about the city when asked. Hey I don't hold it against her - I didn't tell her the truth about me either - we're both keen to keep our private lives private.
In summary, Nikole is a cute, petite girl who offers a very nice GFE. My tastes are quite vanilla - I don't know if other services are on offer or not. She was friendly and enthusiastic. The downsides were that her timekeeping wasn't great - I found myself waiting in the room a couple of times and this would come out of my paid-time. Also, only one pop in 30 minutes is allowed. Up to three in one hour apparently - but then why bother to limit it at all? Also, if you book her I suggest booking her for an hour as you might not be able to extend a half-hour booking as I did - and the hour is obviously much better value for money.
This was good punt but it she were to work on the points I have highlighted then she could be excellent in terms of service and value in my opinion. Regardless she made me cum twice in an hour which has only ever happened for me once before on a punt I think, so that must be saying something