On one of my regular sojourns to our grimy capital, I idly called Deluxe Tanya whilst on the train, hardly expecting an answer. To my surprise and delight, she picked up and a meeting was swiftly arranged – although, for the sake of the other passengers, I had to make it sound as if it were a medical appointment (which in some sense it was). Unfortunately, the meeting was not until early evening, leaving quite some time for me to mill-about the city after my last business meeting.
External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyI arrived at Paddington Station very early indeed, riding upon the marvellous new Elizabeth Line. Unclear what to do with my remaining time, I dipped into a local public house which served wonderful London Pride - not easily available in leafy Surrey. Wrapped up in a good book, I consumed more than I expected of this lovely nectar – a point which will shall impinge on my story later on.
At the given time, Tanya texted her address, just a short five minute walk from the station. Entering the dark ground floor corridor, I saw a chink of light at an open door within. What a wonderful moment of an encounter this always is. Though this time there were little surprises as Tanya is well presented on her AdultWork profile, where she shares a considerable selection of pictures of her exquisite body and face. I always make a point of purchasing the paid-for galleries for the ladies I visit.
Upon entry, there she was, exactly the image on her profile – delightful, slender, blonde. She was wearing a simple cami and shorts and daintily gadded about barefoot. She met me with a smile, a gentle kiss and a chance to shower. The apartment was a simple three room affair and seeing her there standing in the kitchenette, the washing machine loaded with towels, dishes on the drainer, the bedroom door open, I was stuck how perfect a girlfriend backdrop this was.
A quick shower, with generous use of Lynx Africa, and we were both in the bedroom.
The agreed sum of £100 was exchanged for 45 minutes of service. Here the mood quickly changed, our lips met and I felt her tongue slip deep into my mouth. Our tongues entwined like serpents making love and hardly a breath was taken during this phase of amorous smooching. On to the bed we went, where the kissing continued for some long time, with no let up from Tanya or her tongue.
Finally we came up for air, and I was once again able to gaze upon her countenance. Framing her face in her blonde hair I saw just how beautiful she was. Much better than her pictures in fact, softer perhaps, gentler. She seemed to be in her late 30s, but I am a terrible judge of age.
Slowly I unwrapped her cami to reveal her enhanced breasts, which she allowed me to cup and fondle to my heart’s desire. In fact, she offered her breasts, guiding me to them, encouraging me, pushing my face onto them. After a while, I unwrapped the shorts too and, placing the palm of my there, felt her warm, wet, softness.
This is where the pints of London Pride re-enter our story.
For despite all this wonderful interplay and despite Tanya beauty and her marvellous attitude, my member steadfastly refused to stand to attention. This is a not uncommon problem at my advanced age, and one which alcohol and tiredness can exacerbate. Whilst disappointing, I tend not not get too hung up about such situations. Between 19 and 24 I made love to half the women in West London, so I always treat this as a kind of karma. In fact, at my age, I enjoy the intimacy and a warm embrace just as much as the sex.
But here I saw a different side to Tanya. She seemed very concerned for me, going out of her way to assure me that it didn’t matter and that I shouldn’t be upset. She showered me with pecks and telling me to relax and not be stressed. Then I realised that, under that milky white skin, with not an ounce of fat to be had, there was also a warm and caring heart. She tried her best, went above and beyond. Used her fingers, her mouth, her nipples - but to no avail.
In the end, we fell into a warm embrace. Her white skin against my brown. Her breasts crushed onto my chest. My limp member dozing idly upon her thigh. She could see that I thought it all funny and so we laughed and chatted and kissed the rest of the time away.
Gentlemen, I hope you can take something from this short and stunted review. On this occasion I was not able to partake all the delights which were on offer. Nonetheless, Tanya was a wonderful companion with a good heart and a great attitude. I would heartily recommend her to you all.
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