£150 for one-hour incall including anal sex and a long, long session of full-hand fisting. I was there far longer in the end.Venue:
the usual big chain hotel used by girls in Canary Wharf. It's the only one with unrestricted lift access, apparently. Room a bit small but the bed was comfortable with a mirror on one wall so I could watch some of the action.Girl:
Tall slim redhead with very soft white skin. Told me she's 27 and that seems believable. Her body is not at all gym-toned (neither is mine, of course) but she's very nice to cuddle. In her profile pics she's more blonde and her face looks a little thinner, but it's the same girl. Search for her porn clips (Barbeurre porn will find a lot via Google) and that's a better guide to what she looks like. But she says she's finished with porn now because it takes most of a day to earn what she gets in an hour for escorting, and despite regular testing there's always a risk doing bareback scenes.Comms:
not so good. Called her number the day before, left a voice mail then got an automated text saying can't talk now please send SMS. We used text to fix up an hour at 8am the next morning. As requested, I sent her a confirmation text at 7.30am the next day. She was supposed to give me the location details but nothing came back. With a definite sinking feeling I got on the DLR anyway and called her at 7.45am, leaving another voice mail. Then I sent a text at 8am to say I was on the spot, where was she? Got one back saying why hadn't I contacted her at 7.30am as agreed? Oh fuck, she's going to be a time-wasting liar, I thought. She claimed not to have had the original text or voice mail, so had gone back to sleep. But she told me the hotel and said she'd be ready in 20 mins. I almost told her to forget it at this point, because being messed about is usually the precursor to a shit punt. However, the prospect of anal and fisting with a slim redhead was pushing too many of my favourite buttons to give up so easily. Glad I didn't, because it turned out to be brilliant in the end.Action:
I sat in the hotel lobby for around 30 minutes before she was ready but everything went well after that. She opened the door in a tight sheath mini-dress and heels with immaculate make-up and hair, and a very friendly attitude. She then talked and talked about everything under the sun and I had to keep things moving along in a sexual direction. But the vibe was still good and her English is excellent with a strong Czech accent. I was pretty sure she wasn't talking just to waste time then push me out – she just really likes to talk and I enjoyed the conversation. In fact I was in the room for a total of 1hr 50mins and I might still be there talking now if I hadn't cut things short.
So, once we were on the bed it went like this: French kissing (occasionally deep, but not tonsil-tickling), with lots of tit and pussy fondling, then uncovered oral (very good, including moments of deep throat), then 69 plus anal-fingering, followed by doggie-style anal sex. I was really, really turned on so there were no problems of, er, rigidity, and after putting a very comfortable black condom on me with her mouth I was right up inside her within a few seconds. She seems to love taking it up her bum, and this was the best bout of anal I've ever had. She was frigging her pussy and making appreciative noises the whole time (though she did ask me to stop when I tried a couple of bum slaps - "I'm not submissive," she explained).
After maybe 10 minutes she gently eased me out and as I lay back she gave me a combined wank and well-lubed prostate massage which culminated in a cum explosion over her hand. This resulted in a moment of pure comedy gold when she genuinely couldn't turn the bathroom door knob because one hand was full of lube and the other dripping with spunk. Someone should use that in a porn movie.
So, talk, talk, talk, talk and talk some more. She has two kids looked after by a nanny when she's working, she used to ride horses competitively in her teens and got into porn via modelling, but the money is shit these days because everybody downloads it for free. I learned rather more than I need to know about the problems of booking apartments without a UK-based credit card, but I was talking about my life too and it all felt good. A genuine GFE with a real PS, no less...
I requested fisting for the second round and boy was she eager, and boy does she love it. I've only had my whole hand inside a girl once before (she was a redhead too, curiously) and Barbara took it much deeper, using buckets of lube and expertly guiding me in until even my wrist was entering her, never mind just four fingers and a thumb. She then told me how to move it inside her and started frigging her clit again, throwing her head back and really getting into it. To me this was a delicious experience and it went on for a long, long time – it was maybe 20 minutes when she finally came to a quivering climax.
Finally, I straddled her body while she started giving me a sloppy wank. I wanted to cum all over her tits but although I was plenty hard enough, I just couldn't make it a second time, even when I took over myself. But I felt very satisfied so this was no big deal. I took a shower, we talked some more, then after about three separate kisses goodbye I finally left and went for a bacon-and-egg sandwich to top off a great couple of hours.
Despite the initial problems, this was a real morning glory and unless you can't abide girls who talk a lot then Barbara can be heartily recommended. She's in Bristol for two days from tonight (Monday, July 6, 2015).