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The most bizarre thing happened to me one night when I was in London with wonderful girlfriend Sandy. We came to the UK on a short holiday to experience the city life and immerse ourselves in the culture of the metropolis. Being a young couple from a small farming community in Southern Africa, Sandy and I were dumb-founded by London’s excellent attractions, shops and restaurants. We tried to experience the exciting nightlife the city of London had to offer and indulged in typical English culture like the theater, concerts, art exhibitions and more.
It was one night after being out on the town when I was alone in my hotel room. Sandy had decided to see a show on her own. “There is money on the dressing table for you if you need a London escort!” She exclaimed as she left the room. “London escort?” I thought, a little confused – not quite sure why I would need a tour guide at this hour. Anyway I had, had enough sightseeing for one day. I was tired and with my feet aching after doing so much walking and was dying to relax in front of the television for a while.
Fed up with the selection of TV programs available I turned to the not so ‘conventional’ channel. This was certainly something I wasn’t used to. Coming from a very conservative background where everything is taboo! I was, completely overwhelmed by the bare bosoms, buttocks and more…I could not help myself and have an early explosion of excitement. Just about then, there was a loud knock at the door! “Shit – Sandy’s back already?” I almost jumped out of my skin. “Did she forget her key?”
“I’m coming!” I shouted. In my head, I secretly shared a little chuckle with myself as it sounded quite bizarre – seeing that I had just done that. I opened the door to find a tall woman standing in front of me. She did not give me a moment to think and ushered me into the room where she started talking dirty to me. I thought this was a joke. Before I could say anything, she grabbed the money on the dressing table and shoved it in her bag.
“Now we can get down to business baby!” she said excitedly. It was at that point when I noticed she had a slight accent. Was it Russian or Italian? I seem to ponder on that for a while, until I noticed the woman grasping my bulge which had already started to grow again. Oh boy – was this what Sandy meant by “London escort”?
She immediately responded and began touching me – in a most intimate way. I almost exploded for a second time that night. It was while she was busy that I noticed that she was wearing bright red panties with half of her bum exposed. I wanted to touch her so bad. I could not resist any longer so slid my hand down her back while she touched her mouth to me. I was wearing a thin tracksuit, so she felt me fully in her hand. At that moment, she gave a moan and I was not sure whether it was because I touched her or she touched me.
I exploded with a burst of passion – it was truly remarkable and seemed to last forever. I felt a little embarrassed that it was over so fast. She on the other hand, she did not seem to care. Using some tissue she wiped me clean and made a quick exit after washing her hands. “Thanks baby! I hope you enjoyed that…” she said in her sexy voice as she left the hotel room.
I, still sat on the bed when Sandy returned an hour later, never uttered a word. To this day I will never be sure if it was a gift from my most generous Sandy or just a case of mistaken identity by a gorgeous diazepam 2mg how long does it take to work London escort.