Jessica @BABY SHARK@ - WokingExternal Link/Members Only or
External Link/Members OnlyMeet date: September 2021
Context: Jessy is superbly reviewed on here. And I am intrigued; I send a couple of texts. Nothing. I forget about it. And move on. And then on Sunday morning. A text “Hello”. I had saved her number. And I have that little flutter…
Comms:A few texts back and forward and we have agreed a time for the next day. All very simple. She messages me in the morning to confirm. I confirm. 20 minutes before she sends another text with parking details. All very helpful. I arrive ten minutes early. I call. She needs 5 minutes. No problem. I wait. And she calls and says “come”.
Price: £120 for an hour. Probably in there for 1 hour 25 mins.
Venue/Room: An apartment block just outside of the very centre of Woking. Parking is simple. There is some street parking and a large supermarket opposite.
Her flat is on the 4th floor accessed by a lift. The apartment is clean if a little “lived in”.
Jessy:Yes, lovely as discussed at length on here. She is a pretty petite Thai. Amazing long hair. Perfect skin. Carefully applied make-up. Great tits. Pretty little pussy. Early 30s.
She is good fun. Playful. Confident. Clear. No bullshit. She worked hard to make me feel relaxed and as we spent more time together, we warmed to each other.
She is a great person.
The meet: Her flat is next to the lift. A gentle knock and she opens the door. She is wearing a short little black dress. She says she is still not ready. She looks ready to me but hey… what do I know? She says she needs to finish her hair and her make-up. I sit on the bed while she stands in front of the mirror with her hair tongs and make-up brushes. We talk. It seems quite human.
Jessy is delightfully direct. She is not impressed by compliments and flimflam. And says so. There are some rules. She is not “my good girl” and I make it clear that I am not a “good boy”. We agree to use our names. At this stage it feels a bit transactional (maybe because that is exactly what it is).
She turns to me and says she is ready. I don’t see the difference. But she looks good. The money is dealt with. I hardly notice. She tells me to shower, I laugh. I would have anyway despite being spotless clean. You see the pattern here?
The bathroom is overflowing with products. It is not tidy but it is clean.
After a quick shower, she ushers me to the bed. She underdresses. Such a great body. She is kissing and stroking me. Rubbing her great tits all over me. Then out comes the oil. A lot of oil. She tells me that my OH is going to kill me. I laugh nervously. She smiles and tells me it is going to be OK. She is kissing me - LFK, a lot of nipple play, tit wank, grinding her pussy into my cock. OW, 69, RO. All very good, lots of appreciation, nothing wrong with any of it. I am very hard but it is not quite working for me or for her.
And then we are fucking. Cowgirl. Doggy. Prone. And now it begins to work better. We connect. We are looking at each other, talking to each other. This is more like the legend that so many talk about. It’s very good indeed. I flip her into missionary. I am conscious of the time. How long? Ten minutes but she says don’t worry. I am not. It is clear I won’t be long. Then she says “don’t cum in me”. I look at her. She says “Trust me”. I pull out.
She is all orders now. “Sit on the edge of the bed”. I do. She takes off the condom. And then does something no one else has ever done. She ties a ribbon round the base of my cock. Tight but not painful. She can see my concern. “It’s going to be OK”. And there is oil all over her. And she is grinding her pussy into me. Hard. Rubbing herself against my cock. She is different now. More natural. Less controlled. She is holding on to me tightly. Her head is pushed back. Her perfectly manicured long hair is dishevelled. I watching us in the mirror. We look good. And we are doing it her way after my earlier clumsy work. And it is fucking brilliant. I am out of control. She is telling me she wants my cum all over her. But she wants me to wait. I laugh. I hang in there for as long as a I can. But it isn’t for long.
She continues to stroke and encourage me. It is all very lovely. But is not going to happen again. I ask to shower. She says “of course.” And then picks up my towel and walks to the bathroom with me. She slowly washes me. I am in heaven.
I dress, while she showers herself. And then she is back in the bedroom chatting with me. She is choosing her clothes for the next client. Trying them on, then changing, laughing, asking my opinion. I ask when her next appointment is. She says “he is waiting outside”. I am already 20 minutes over. I say I have to go. She says yes. But it still takes 5 minutes to get out with her faffing around and chatter.
I feel a bit bad about that guy. I won’t like it. But I am blown away by the whole experience.
Would I see her again?Yes. Of course, I would. Again and again.
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