Booking. I was trying to book a same day meet with some girls I had met before and was having no luck. Sometimes things play out that way. Texted Francesca and she replied virtually straightaway, confirming a time for the booking.
Cost: £160 for one hour.
The girl: I have seen Fran before, and was quite pleased with how she looked. However, she has lost weight and it does not really suit her. This may not be unrelated to the issues mentioned below.
The meeting: Arrived slightly early and parked up. Messaged to say I had arrived. No response at the allotted start time. So called through. Again no response. 10 minutes later get a text saying not ready yet. I should have spotted the warning signs really, but as I had met Fran, before, I thought I should give her the benefit of the doubt. More waiting punctuated by the occasional text. Finally, half an hour after the allotted start time I got the message to go up.
I would not normally wait for half an hour and, indeed, in the past, have not done so. I wish I hadn’t waited around.
Went up to the flat and this is where it really started to go wrong. The flat smelled heavily of cigarette smoke. As a non-smoker, this is not something I am overly keen on. I don’t mind if it is a light “dusting“ as it were, but this was like stepping back into a 1980s pub.
Obviously not thinking with the thinking part of my body I soldiered on. I took a shower and as I’m coming out, was discomfited to find that Fran had been drinking whilst I was in the shower. I knew this because she told me so. However, at this point, naked, I was past the point of no return. Went into the bedroom and got down to it. To be fair, Fran did offer me a drink also (I didn’t partake as driving).
Started off with OWO. However, this was punctuated by Fran stopping and moaning about various things. A real mood killer. This was how the meeting proceeded. A bit of action followed by, and interspersed with, Fran moaning on about her life and also drinking throughout.
Other activities involved, reverse oral, missionary and squirting. in that sense, it could’ve been a proper dirty meeting. However, the moaning, drinking and the smell of cigarettes meant I was happy to get out of there.
Overall. I don’t mind a glass of wine to get lighten the mood and help things along but this was beyond the pale! stopping during the act to drink - not at all acceptable. Will not return.
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