External Link/Members OnlyThis was a sub-optimal experience, but not a reflection of Gabriela's services, hence still a positive.
So, after about 3 weeks without a punt I decided to give HOD a ring on the off-chance there might be a cancellation for the much coveted Gabriela. To my shock and surprise I was offered half an hour at 6.30pm, so snapped it up straight away feeling very smug with myself.
Off I set from work, leaving myself plenty off time to get to Victoria and the 10 minute walk over to HOD towers. Got on the tube feeling stress free only to hear an announcement while the tube was sat at Oxford Circus saying the train was being held at the station due to a broken down train elsewhere on the line, but "we'll be moving any minute". After 10 minutes had passed there was another announcement advising we make alternative travel arrangements. The time on the clock was now 6.15pm! I had to battle through the throngs of people to get to an alternative line and take a convoluted route to Victoria (not much chance of hailing a cab at Oxford Circus during rush hour). I ended up surfacing at Victoria at 3.36 feeling absolutely gutted, and furious with London Transport!.
I gave HOD a quick courtesy call, expecting them to tell me I was too late, but the maid said I can still come as long as I'm very quick. Considering I had blue balls and no plan B (since HOD is so reliable), I decided to go for it and sprinted all the way from Victoria to HOD HQ. When I had walked up the stairs I was not just out of breath but completely covered in sweat from head to toe. My shirt and blazer were pretty much drenched. Not the best look for setting a good appearance with someone you're about to get intimate with!
The session started at 6.45pm after I'd very quickly freshened up and removed my sodden clothing.
From start to finish I could tell Gabriela was in a hurry to receive the next punter on the conveyor belt, who I'm pretty sure I walked past on the steps on my way out. However, what she/we managed to cram into 15 minutes was pretty impressive.
We started with full-on DFK, which I'd say was mutually instigated. That in itself was a shock considering I arrived in a sweaty mess. I didn't think she'd even want to touch me tbh. Looks wise she ticks all the boxes for me. I think that both her body and her face would turn heads on the street, although I'd love to see her without the makeup as I think she'd be even more beautiful. It felt like a really intimate embrace, so full marks so far. We undressed fully and she went down on me right in front of the mirror. What an amazing sight! She was enthusiastic, and had a lovely technique, including ball-licking which is always a nice touch. While she allowed very gentle face fucking I wouldn't describe it as anything close to DT, but then I'm reasonably big.
We moved to the bed for 69 (my suggestion) which while nice only lasted a couple of minutes before she suggested we fuck. We started in CG with DFK. Flipped her over and gave her some more oral. After a couple of minutes I'm pretty sure she faked an orgasm (I'm not that good!). She gave off a very realistic quiver when it happened, which was impressive acting I must say.
I fucked her in missionary for around 5 minutes. She asked if I wanted to cum in that position. I cheekily asked if I could come over her face, which she agreed to without hesitation. I whipped the condom off and she started wanking me towards her chin. I wrestled to take control of my cock because I find that if a WG has control of the joystick for facials then they end up down the neck rather than on the face. I made sure to splash a slightly unimpressive amount of cum around her lips, chin and nose, which is a sight I won't forget in a hurry.
Final thoughts, I think I'd see her again, maybe more to finish the job properly than anything. While I don't think she'll be up there with my best ever, she's definitely a solid punt and good VFM depending on London Transport not cutting you short. I can imagine that in an unrushed environment things could get very enjoyable indeed. To her credit she apologised profusely more than once for the fact that she had to rush me. I could tell she was uncomfortable with it but didn't have much choice.
Final final thoughts, I fucking detest London Transport right now, or maybe it's just the state of this country in general. In my head they robbed my of 15 minutes of vagina pleasure and for that they will never be forgiven. Not sure you can claim that back through their customer services?