Kellymarie, Busty blonde with 'tattoes', Kidderminster, DY10 Ghetto.
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Hidden Image/Members OnlyI love the 'chav' look. She was freshly advertising. Something about Kidderminster too that one would perceive being civilised in some rural laid back way, I was wrong. I've never seen anything like it considering my familiarity with punting in such a metropolis as Smethwick and Handsworth of Birmingham.
It had been a lovely hot day and what followed this evening would be a pleasant drive to Kiddy along country roads with prescience of ejaculation.
Communication rating: Poor. I conjecture third party involvement.
Service requested: Oral and sex. 15 minutes.
Venue: High rise flat within a poverty stricken apocalyptic estate. I made the mistake of parking within the complex of high risers and social housing. There were 'sorn' vehicles, tyres and rubbish on drives. Families out on doorsteps chit chatting. I suggest parking on the main road rather than venturing into the estate. Google maps is your friend. I still shudder reliving the circumstance courtesy of libido chicanery.
Impassive: I sat waiting in the car, looking around. I was convinced of something untoward, ominous.
I had arrived 5 minutes before the given ETA. Arrival text was sent....nothing. Waited 5 minutes then the 10 minute grace would begin. Once that expires I leave, no questions asked. Fate has intervened and now I must leave. Superstitious? Possibly. Intolerant? Definitely.
8 minutes in and I'm preparing to leave, too many eyes. Normally i would revel given the attention but never if perceived hostile. Text arrives, building name and number.
I walk towards a high rise. I see no building name and feel the eyes warming me. I approached what looked like a back entrance, no building name but I enter the given number on the keypad,......nothing. I walk around the grass perimeter and couldn't believe the amount of dog faeces everywhere. Healthy in portion and diet, many had turned white. Looks like fighting breed, well trained and cared for, illegal dog fights. Uncomfortable with my surroundings the imagination runs wild. It was truly awful. I haven't seen such a spectacle since the late eighties, one wrong step could ruin everything.
When I found the main entrance to the block i typed the number into the keypad and pressed 'call'. Expecting a solenoid click signifying entrance to expecting open legs......there was nothing. I called her number, no answer. 'Right, sod this I need to get out', this is a set up. As I walked away I heard a click, i double back and sure enough the door opened. 'Right, we're on'. Set up or sex I did proceed, apprehensive but horny as raging hell.
The door opened, I stepped through and looked back, it was dark. After an impassive greeting I followed an ass towards the light, pert and decent in size, I liked it. There was an odour of toddler waste.
Now in the light I see it is the lady in the advert albeit with a healthy application of 'Cyberdyne Systems' filter applied. She was a tad fuller facially in person, the hip's were there, nice. 5'2" ish and mid 40s. She wore a tight slip only. I was happy to proceed.
I found her reticent and conversation was awkward and laboured. I can confirm OWO (functional), light kissing. She has a lovely rear end on all fours and took a jolly good pounding. I'm sure I was grunting too, It was over very quickly.
The drive home was equally pleasurable as the journey out. A beautiful evening starring the setting sun. I stopped briefly to buy alcohol before reaching home. I drank and ate (takeaway), not dissimilar to the Romans.
Content, this is what life is all about.
Summary: This experience was on the better side of mediocre. I enjoyed our brief encounter. She was clean although I can't say the same about her apartment. Her current prices are inflated in my opinion. I also suspect a third party handles communication and possibly watches from a distance considering the protracted entry to the block. The character dynamics a definitive contrast between texts and service provider were apparent.
I'd like to think I could return but she had blocked me the following day. Obviously the pounding she received was too much for her, I'm such a stud.
Ah well, nevermind. Next.