Encounter with a rich escort
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I had lived in Gosford town for almost five years and felt it was time to try something new and fascinating. I knew a bar that was a few blocks from where I lived. I decided to do my research first and later got confident and decided to give it a shot.
I sneaked out of my house without informing my friends and walked to the bar. It was a 7 minute walk. The place was full of merrymakers, and I had a hard time looking for a place to sit. The place was also full of Gosford escorts, and you would be forgiven for thinking any woman in there was a prostitute.
I saw a gorgeous lady sited alone. She looked relaxed and enjoying her time. She was well dressed and looked decent. From her appearance, she looked 25 or younger. So I walked over and asked her where she was from, and after a few other pleasantries, we got acquainted. We had some more drinks as we smoked cigarettes. We talked till late at night. Other revellers were beginning to leave. The place looked less interesting now, but the lady was getting more interesting. I didn’t want to go back home. I felt like I deserved a great time with this lady. Her vibe was pure bliss. She turned the conversation from sort of professional to nasty and slutty.
We looked for a place that could offer affordable rooms to continue with our night together. We found one across the street. We agreed on $200 for an hourly rate. She asked me to massage her back first. She enjoyed every bit of it. She then gave me a massage, followed by some mad sex that lasted for almost an hour. Daytime was fast approaching. She asked me if I lived around, I said no. She asked if I could go to her place. Feeling young (I was 22 years old) energetic, and horny, I obliged.
We took a taxi to her place, which turned out to be a 10 minutes ride. She lived in a luxurious apartment that was well furnished with leather seat couches and a fancy interior design. The living room had a gypsum ceiling. This must cost a dime, I thought to myself. I kept doing calculations on how many clients she must have slept with to have such an elegant place. That must have been a lot of men - so I knew she was good at her job.
She cooked some delicious chicken, some Chinese food then I had a cold beer. We continued with our intimate moment from where we had left earlier. We first cuddled and then had more sex until 10:00 A.M. We stepped into a hot shower together, admiring our nakedness. I then left her place. My friends were already worried about my whereabouts. They had rung me several times, but I kept ignoring them. I did not want to ruin this moment. To date, I still have memories of our bodies grinding up in the club. To be honest, I want to live and die in Gosford!
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