So after a while off the game, with a trip south to my old stomping ground I decided to get back on it with Eve. I'd seen her before, so it was relatively risk-free and had a good idea of what was in store...
External Link/Members OnlyWhat a good decision!
I phoned her on the Friday, asking if she was available on Saturday, and received a positive response. Arranging something quickly over the phone, she asked me to book on AW and ring the next morning to confirm. So far, so good thinks I and waits til Saturday morning, planning in my mind what I was going to get up to. The morning comes and I, as agreed, phone before 10 to confirm the booking. No answer. I give it 10 minutes and try again - still no answer. This time I leave a voicemail and send a text confirming and give it another 15 or so before trying one last time. You guessed it, no answer!
A little bit put out, I go about the rest of my morning, whilst trying to source a "plan B" and arrange accordingly. About 2 hours later, as I'm driving down I get a text apologising for missing the call and confirming the meet, whilst asking me to call her.
Game on! Thinks I
So I give her a ring and this time it's promptly answered and we have a quick chat about the booking - mainly sorting out what I want her to wear as I'd covered pretty much everything else on the AW booking form. Reassured that my day wouldn't be a write off, I proceeded to fight my way through Reading and it's usual shite traffic on my way to the meet. Realising that I wasn't going to beat the traffic, I eventually rang Eve back to inform her I was running late (with everything crossed that it wouldn't be a problem!) which didn't phase her in the slightest, only asking me to ring when I was ten minutes away to let her know when I was going to get there.
When I arrived, I rang and was directed to her house on the estate and knocked on the door. She answered promptly, no awkward wait on the doorstep, and I was inside swiftly. A quick look up and down confirmed it was still the same Eve and a nice snog hello was followed by me following her arse up the stairs to her bedroom. I say it was the same Eve, for those of you who haven't seen her before, it is her in the photos but she probably a dress size larger now. No biggie, as she's not exactly large in the pictures, but they are a bit dated for anyone wanting a good idea of her looks. She is facially as good looking as ever and her hair is shorter and red-black now but still, she's a fittie! In the room we stood by the bed and I handed over the cash whilst getting undressed and she offered the use of the en-suite whilst popping off to get rid of the money and fetch a drink. I got ready and she soon returned to join me on the bed. We had a quick getting reacquainted chat (she's got a lovely home-counties posh bird thing going on) whilst she stroked my cock through my boxers and I did the best to keep my end of the convo up whilst ogling her impressive chest through the lace bodysuit she had on. Pretty soon she was between my legs and tugging my boxers down to begin deepthroating my cock. Bliss! It was really good, plenty of saliva, hand action and she even spat on it a couple of times, which I love, without any prompting. Next thing I know, she's stroking the old chap slowly whilst doing her level best to get both my bollocks in her mouth. It's fucking perfect and now my excessive pre punt planning comes back to haunt me. By thinking it over too much, I've got myself excessively fired up and I can feel the inevitable coming on far too quickly. I tell her as much and she quickly backs off, stopping sucking whilst still gently rolling my balls in her hand. This is better, but to be fair the only way for me to completely come down would be to stop entirely. I'm not having that, so we begin 20-odd minutes of bringing me to the edge through her bj technique and backing off with no oral and just teasing hand action. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity of on the edge pleasure, I give up and grab the back of her head when she's blowing me and I start pumping her mouth up and down. I ask where I can come and she manages to say "In my mouth" around a gob full of cock. Happy fucking days! I pick up the pace a bit more and pretty soon I'm blasting what feels like several pints of belly batter down the back of her throat. By now I'm twitching like a good 'un as she still gobbling my cock as I'm spurting the last of my jizz, but she don't stop til I've got nothing left. She then swallows the lot and proceeds to lick my chopper clean.
I'm fucking spent.
We finish the time up with another chat, this about the recent spate of punting documentaries on TV, and I get dressed when the bones in my legs return to a solid state. All in all, a really good punt for a boob loving oral freak like myself and my only regret is that I'm not a two-pop man and been able to take advantage of her oral skills twice in the hour. Would I recommend? Hell yes! Would I return? Definitely, when I'm back in her part of the world - in fact provided the traffic is better, I might make the journey just for her.
