External Link/Members OnlyThis was a spur-of-the-moment punt. I was in the north-west on my way further north and decided to find someone who wasn't far out of the way and had their green light on.
Zoey was the first one I looked at who had a fair number of UKP reviews – very mixed but with enough positives to make me think it wouldn't be a total washout.
Comms were straightforward at first. She agreed to 30 minutes at noon for £70 and sent me the postcode straight away. I got there 15 mins early and was about to let her know when she sent a text asking if I could make it 12:15. Here we go, I thought.
I said I'd go for a coffee and drove back to a little cafe I'd spotted on the way there. It turned out to be closed, but at this point she sent a text saying she was was ready. Back to the street and she gave me the house number. I'd already predicted hers would be one of the shabby old terraces rather than the shiny new builds and I was right.
The front door opened straight into the front room, which was tidy but smelled faintly of weed (I
hate that fucking smell). Zoe emerged from behind the door as a streaky blonde rather the brunette in her pics and she was wearing the worn-out towelling housecoat mentioned in a previous review. Mind you, it was flapping open to reveal a tight black mini-dress plus stockings and heels with her lovely tits spilling out. Why go to such trouble then ruin it with a passion-killing top layer?
Another negative is that her lips had been plumped up by Botox or similar to give her the air of an airhead bimbo. She is actually a friendly down-to-earth girl, reasonably savvy, her stated age of 34 seems about right, and for me those fake lips were a turn-off.
Anyway, up the steep stairs to the bedroom, which was pleasant and inviting and did not smell of weed. Things have improved since the review that said it was a bed and nothing else. After handing over the cash I asked Zoey if I could use my own condoms, explaining that I'd had a lot of trouble with standard rubbers and had sent off for some made-to-measure ones that were wider than usual (My Size Pro 69mm if you must know). She looked dubious but I showed her one in its sealed foil wrapper and she shrugged and said OK.
This was a relief, because although I'd tried one out with a blue pill, online porn and a wank at home, and suffered none of my usual condom wilt, this was going to be the first field trial, so to speak.
Did I want a massage to start? OK, yeah, why not?
I lay face-down and she gave my back and buttocks a few cursory rubs before asking me to turn over after not much more than a minute. She then hovered over me with her fun-bags in my face so I went to town with my mouth and hands. They really are good-looking tits and felt entirely natural to me.
We started kissing and while it was more than light pecks and she allowed prolonged contact, the rule was: “No tongues.” So the DFK on her likes list is not to be trusted.
Without any prompting from me she changed position to take my cock in her mouth. She started to reach for a condom but was happy to do it without when I stopped her. However, it was a low-friction blow job. Her mouth was open wide and I wasn't getting a great deal of pleasure out of it. This continued after I asked her to get on top for 69, except that she started to alternate the oral with bouts of high-speed wanking. She was trying to get me off as quicklly as she could.
Luckily for me I can hold out for ever if I want to. So I ignored her efforts and concentrated my attention on my tongue in her pussy, which was fresh and clean. She made appreciative noises but never seemed close to an orgasm. A tentative finger inside her pussy was rebuffed.
After several minutes of this I asked her to put a rubber on me. I kept my cock agitated while she opened the packet and was dreading the usual loss of erection once it was in place, but in this case it didn't happen. Zoey got on top for cowgirl, I penetrated her without a problem, and stayed hard throughout. After a short spell of slobbering over her nipples I pulled her down tight to my chest and began to pound away.
I really have to focus and fuck for a good few minutes to climax these days but I had stayed hard and a quick check with my hand confirmed that the rubber was still securely in place. (The other long-term problem I've had with too-tight condoms is that they work their way off my willy, which tapers towards the tip.)
So, for the first time in a good while I came inside an escort’s pussy with no anxiety. It was a good climax, and as we lay there getting our breath back I felt euphoric. It was almost enough to score this encounter as a positive, but my good mood was much more to do with the effectiveness of the bespoke condoms than Zoey's efforts.
We parted on friendly terms and I think someone else on a different day might have more fun, but I won't try to see Zoey again even if circumstances take me back that way again.
