Amelia - Outcall LondonExternal Link/Members OnlySummary£120 for 60 minutes, no extras
Outcall in London to my flat
Pretty, young Polish girl (mid-20s) with a good line of chat
Not very discrete at all - short skirt, stockings, boob tube with her tits on full show - could have been a problem if I'd been dressed in a suit for work
Slim, enhanced boobs, about 5'5" - you'd chat her up in a bar
FK (not deep), OWO, anal and a few flexible positions
Likes a chat
This review combines two separate visits from Amelia to my place in the City, spread three weeks apart.
First time she came over, she got hopelessly lost - wrong train station, wrong location, and dead battery eventually. To her credit though she kept calling, found a charger, called some more and eventually made it to me about an hour and a half late. A good thing that I was in a relaxed mood with no time issues, otherwise I'd have gone mental!
Met her dressed as described above - short skirt, stockings with tops visible, lacy knickers, boobs out (enhanced), full face of make up, heels. Everybody stared at her, then at me. Fortunately I was dressed in a t shirt and jeans and just about passed as friends heading out for a night on the town. Luckily. If I was in work gear, the entire City would know what game was going on.
Back to mine, glass of wine and she was on fire. Lap dance, grinding, peeling off clothes, and a hard and fast OWO that outdid me within ten minutes flat. Swallowed the lot, laughed and said it was her turn. Got her wet, she cums easily and evidently this gives her the raging horn. Several credit card swipes, just about get my cock dressed and she's straddling me on the sofa, humping for her life. It was hard and fast, non-stop stuff with a quick mid-shag switch to anal and eventually what seemed like mutually satisfying conclusions.
A great hour, took her back to the station, thought to myself I'd see her again.
Three weeks later, I make another booking with Amelia. Quick phone call, and she agrees to come straight over. How she ends up being 45 minutes late I have no idea - she remembered the way but didn't get her timings right at all. She still turns up wearing much the same type of outfit as before - slutty, slapperish, young Essex look. Back to mine, and something this time didn't feel right. She was distracted, chatting constantly, seemingly wasting time, before I took the lead and obtained her undivided attention. However this only lasted about twenty minutes and after she'd shagged me very hard and fast, she sat back, glass of wine in hand and with absolutely no intention of going a second time. She even started getting changed slowly, fifteen minutes before the hour was up.
To be honest it was 10pm, I was knackered and so I didn't really make much comment. Drove her to the station, a wave goodbye, and a nagging thought in my mind that maybe I need to recolour my rose-tinted glasses...
