Apologies for long review – long session!
First off, Kavita loves sex. Very specifically she loves sucking cock: but overall, she is a lover of good fucking. So that makes her a “tart”, right? No. As all with the best escorts, Kavita just simply comes ALIVE when she has sex, her eyes light up, she rolls with it, it's just a great party which you leave wrecked but smiling like an idiot.
Was having a beer a half hour before when Kav texts me to join her for a pre-meet coffee in the hotel. Slug back the beer, into the loo for a pre-punt piss, quick brush of the teeth with the punting toothbrush'n'paste, then to the hotel.
Kav's sitting in the bar, with coffee. I'd forgotten how slight she is, and when she looked up how much of a presence she has. Very cute but very strong. This is going to go well, I thought.
We chatted, mostly about punting, my week at work. Time to go, she said, taking her coffee with her. As we walked to the lift I said that if she was carrying a cup of coffee we wouldn't be able to snog and grope very easily in the lift. She put the coffee cup down on the nearest table. This is going to go well, I thought.
So before we get to the lift, we glide to the wall and start to snog. Kav is a deep and excellent kisser. Like real kissing. Like in the old days.
We get in the lift, and now kissing can be supplemented with a skirt-lift-arse-grope. Very enjoyable, but after a few moments we notice that the lift doors haven't closed and everyone in the foyer can, if they like, look. Then the doors close. Touch the cock now Kav? Touch the cock. Everything else in addition, naturally.
I'll leave out the corridor to her room. Just to say that towards the end of it I had become George Clooney and had enjoyed a furtive hand down Kav's knickers.
Once we're in her room, phew! That pure-lust-first-shagging-of-the-fit-girlfriend moment. Kissing is great but there's your pussy and you haven't even sucked my cock yet...It's a long list, it's not in any particular order, if you're doing this you're not doing that but O fuck this is pretty fucking good actually. Sweetshop moment. We've all been there.
I think I settled for pussy licking then the first blow job from Kav. But then the narrative breaks down.
It ended in me wanking off into Kav's mouth and over her face, but the way there... bit of a blur. Kav, eyes alight, ate up the cum but her lips were still cummy but but but. She looked so fucking gorgeous that I had to snog her so I guess I am tolerant-ish of snowballing now. By that point I couldn't give a fuck. Up to that point? Clear memory of Kav riding my face very vigourously...gagging on cock (looking up after one try and saying “I'm learning how to do this!”)...lots of spit and phlegm glistening cock well that's how I like it...cowgirl...doggy...missionary....failed attempt at scissors...just can't get enough of ploughing that pretty arsehole with my tongue...double penetrating her with fingers...a very long (fuck me!) finger up her arse...endless DFK... ball licking....perineum ticking (wow!)....her coming off my cock to say “spank me!” so I do, several times on her firm upraised arse...as I say, a blur.
Second half of the session is divided into two: a) getting a second load of spunk out of crusty me and b) taking pix for Kav's private gallery.
The good news here is that I look fucking great in these pics. Kav is so petite that my cock looks FANTASTIC. Took some pics standing on the bed above her so my cock looms basically like a fucking huge zeppelin ready to drop some heavy love bombs, baby. (When reviewing these in the restaurant later – Kav's hands around her phone to avoid giving any passing waiters a boner – I compliment myself on the apparent size of my cock and she says “well it's because I have a small face” - gotta love an honest girl.) For her own private collection she wanted some of her sucking cock and, trust me, we are talking Met Art here: proud member and beautiful nymph in profile, thin string of pre-cum trailing from the perfect lips of the one to the engorged tip of the other. Sadly, reader, these will have to remain in Kav's personal collection. (And mine.)
But hopefully some of the others will find their way into a Private Gallery Near You soon. Kav wanking herself off while standing in front of the mirror, panties down? Same dildo, perfect legs in the air (and that perfect arse) on the bed straight up (north), flagrantly out (west and east), and at 45 degreees? Standing in front of the mirror naked except for panties around her thighs, proud like a TOTALLY fit 60s babe, shoulder forward like someone rocking out to “Satisfaction”? Obviously I couldn't have captured these iconic images of female beauty without Kav, but, you know, it really felt as if I was channelling David Bailey at this point in the session.
Getting the second popshot was... delayed.I'm 57. Nuff said. So Kav took me in hand in even more than the obvious sense and instructed me in fingering – guys wank fast, women need to be fingered slow – and lobe-licking. I thought I was a class act in the ear-licking department but it seems not so. You don't eat it, you make love to it, apparently. So I did...and we were both having a lot more fun.
So we spent some lovely time slow-fucking in missionary, kissing. Went on for ages. As in my previous session, Kav ended up being shunted off the bed so she held out her arms for me to hold her up over the edge of the it while we fucked. Highlight for us both.
But I still hadn't cum for the second time. Luckily I'd booked Kav for a session + meal and we both wanted to fuck in the restaurant.
A shower. Which revealed, as if there was any doubt, that showering with someone who's edible everywhichway is nice. Blow job in the shower, obviously. But as good: washing her all over, she washing me.
The restaurant. We'd turned ourselves on in the session by imagining all kinds of filthy photo ops in the street on the way to eat. But once the cold air hit us, the main priority was in keeping warm and anyway we were talking about this weird marginal world in which we were living. In the summer I'd've had her over a Tescos shopping trolley, honestly, but we are months away.
Lovely meal. Me: “What do you think they're all thinking, seeing us together?” : “That I'm after British nationality.” But mainly real talk. “Why are you a punter?” “Why are you an escort? “
It seemed like reality had replaced the fantasy. So I leaned across to Kav and asked directly:” Do you want to go to the toilets or something and snog?” And she said yes. We went: downstairs we held hands and I curled her into me. The whole basement area underneath the restaurant was empty. We just wanted to do it. A tucked away corner, behind a screen, and, after an hour or so without anything, a lovely deep snog. I so needed her to take my cock whole in her mouth. She knelt down and took my cock up to the hilt. Fairly prolonged (more than slightly nervous, looking over shoulder to check no-one was coming downstairs) face fucking. Joking, but now her skirt's up and she's bending over. Raw, naked arse upraised below me in the quiet corner, we can hear the diners in the restaurant above. “Spunk over my arse.”
What's a boy to do? Disappoint a lady?
Will leave it to your imagination what happened next. All I'll say is a fit arse glistening with spunk (that said arse's owner has rubbed over her to ensure equal coverage) is a sweet sight.
After, I sent a text: “ Thank you. A fantastic, balls draining eyes clearing smile making shower sharing rude fucking delight. Will be in touch very very soon xxx.” Those who think that thanking an escort is wrong are very welcome to go and do to themselves what Kavita and I very much enjoyed doing to each other for over four hours last night.