Location Tilbury, Essex,
Well this was an adventure. She gives minimal information on herself and no photo, no phone number, age 54. But for £70 for an hour I was prepared to send an email and even take a trip to see her and go for a plan B if I did not fancy her. I emailed her. She replied promptly and gave a phone number. I liked the sound of her very Essex / estuary voice even if the accent is not the same as mine. She was very friendly and welcoming. She wanted to describe herself but I stopped her gently and said I like surprises and adventures which is true. I would wait until we met. She gave me the postcode and we agreed the time.
When we did meet she was sure we had met before in South Ockenden a few years ago. Also she had been on AW before under another name, Tina. I nodded wisely but actually I cannot be certain. It could be true.
You recall the thread about what do people do in the half hour before a meeting. I arrived early and could find nowhere to go for a pee and felt desperate. I found a free public car park no problem. So I called and she was already ready. I had suggested no need to dress up in special clothes for me or even dress at all, just be comfortable. She was fresh from the shower in a towelling robe. 5 foot nothing bottle blond, perky smile, size 12 with great breasts, a Barbara Windsor type figure, which looked much much younger than her face, (no make-up) without the artificial so-called glamour. No hesitation, I went for a pee, (bathroom clean and well-appointed) came back and handed over a bar of Green & Black choccy with the dosh slipped into the paper, which got me a sloppy kiss and an exclamation. The flat was small in a clean low rise council block, well decorated and comfy. The only snag was a large dog. I hate dogs. She sensed it and happily ordered the hound to sit on its cushion and ushered me into the bedroom, small room, large bed, 4 pillows and a towel. Clothes, off, relax, bliss, snog.
We did chat a little, and the chemistry took over. She asked me if I minded f she moaned. I said fine if she moaned for real and not pretend. After more snog and fondle I asked her to sit up and look at the picture on the wall above my head but there was no picture. I buried my face in her little bearded parts and sucked. And sucked. And sucked. Sure enough she began to moan. Now imagine a small child being told to sit on the po and push hard until it came out. She made noises somewhere between a grunt and a moan when she came, which she did quite a few times while I sucked. I came up for air and she said her turn to play with me but it was obvious she was in never never land so I went down again and she arhced her back and groaned and grunted and moaned until she gave out a cry, which was a cramp in her leg. I came up for air and made soothing noises and fingered her. More grunts and moans. She was in bliss. Mister happy was stiff as he can get.
She came down and cleaned up mister happy with a wipe, and sucked and kissed and spat on him and he grew and grew and it felt good, yet no danger of my coming. I took the opportunity to kiss her and let her taste her own juices. Mister happy nuzzled her bush and she squirmed with pleasure. I rubbed him up and down which again sent her wild so I tried to slip him in, she was too tight. At 54 really tight so I gently went in and out in mish until after many ins and outs he was deep inside and boy was she tight and all the noises carried on. Her small stature meant I could go into her at many different angles which was also great fun. I think this one was the most times I made a lady come and managed not to come myself. It was amazing. My hands were all over her, especially her breasts and the globes of her behind.
I pulled out and we snogged some more. I then went for her from behind (not anal) - the only sort of dog I like - and she was still tight but very juicy from her own saliva and again grunted and moaned and convulsed until we both came together and I collapsed on the bed. As I started the doggy I noticed a condom on the sideboard still in its wrapper which she had not mentioned at any point.
Post-coital bliss and clean-ups, more conversation and good-byes. I realised we had filled the hour and we had filled it with pleasure. I had refused offers of tea before and after to give time to concentrate on the main thing in hand.
One hour, £70. Great value.