Ok, so I have an interesting experience to relate, and I believe it's the first session I've ever reviewed where I can't really share the lady's name, as per her request. I'm honouring her request, because she is running a bit of a risk and despite all of my years of experience, I believed her when she said she's being selective about who she sees.
Her MP is closed, but I have her #. I texted yesterday and she agreed to meet me, for what was essentially going to be a car call. I thought we'd find a quiet spot, she'd blow me, and I'd drop her off. Memories of the old days of picking up street girls! I was excited as I drove to meet her in North York. I got to the Starbucks in her area kind of early and sat down at the window with my drink, when lo and behold, she walks boy with a little guy was around 6 or 7 years old. She saw me, and immediately I could tell she was worried that I would somehow signal her in front of the boy. Of course, I didn't. I very pointedly turned in my seat and faced away from her.
So about 10 minutes pass and she texted me. "Thanks...do you want to meet now?" I went to my car and a few minutes later I see her walking down the sidewalk looking for me. She'd changed since dropping off the boy and was now in a tight skirt. She hopped in and asked me to get out of the area quickly, so I headed north. She was really nervous and looking around as she explained she's recently divorced and that if her ex could prove what she does for money it would not be good for her. I'm just like nodding and astounded, she seemed like a totally different person from the MP I've known for a while now. I confess, I was feeling a mixture of uncertainty and horniness. Not sure what that says about me...but I had like a "teenage" hardon. With no idea where to go, I asked how much time she had and she said she was free the rest of the afternoon. We'd agreed on the usual tip minus the door fee, so I was going to give her $100.00 and drop her off. When we stopped at a light, she put her hand on my hardon and started to slowly rub it, then she looked at me, raised her already short skirt and put my hand over her pussy. Talk about distracted driving. Anyway, we renegotiated. I drove to a Montecarlo Inn. Ever booked a room with a tent pitched in your pants? It can be slightly embarrassing, but I was too horny to care. When we got upstairs past the smirks of the help, we basically tore each other's clothes off...I don't know if women can fake it, but she was dripping wet and basically shoved her tongue down my mouth and straddled me standing. Fun afternoon. In the MP, it's always been a max service of body slide or cfs if I wanted it, but in the motel, she gobbled me down like a starving one. I didn't think I could still come more than once, but hats off to her, she managed to get two out of me.
When it came time to leave, she said she didn't want to accept the money, but couldn't afford not to. Maybe she played me like a fiddle, but I added another fifty to our renegotiated amount. She hugged me a good long while.
A weird but ultimately super satisfying encounter, especially since the last one I had before this was so awful. Just when I think I'm going to finally quit...this hobby throws me an experience like this and drags me back in.
Her MP is closed, but I have her #. I texted yesterday and she agreed to meet me, for what was essentially going to be a car call. I thought we'd find a quiet spot, she'd blow me, and I'd drop her off. Memories of the old days of picking up street girls! I was excited as I drove to meet her in North York. I got to the Starbucks in her area kind of early and sat down at the window with my drink, when lo and behold, she walks boy with a little guy was around 6 or 7 years old. She saw me, and immediately I could tell she was worried that I would somehow signal her in front of the boy. Of course, I didn't. I very pointedly turned in my seat and faced away from her.
So about 10 minutes pass and she texted me. "Thanks...do you want to meet now?" I went to my car and a few minutes later I see her walking down the sidewalk looking for me. She'd changed since dropping off the boy and was now in a tight skirt. She hopped in and asked me to get out of the area quickly, so I headed north. She was really nervous and looking around as she explained she's recently divorced and that if her ex could prove what she does for money it would not be good for her. I'm just like nodding and astounded, she seemed like a totally different person from the MP I've known for a while now. I confess, I was feeling a mixture of uncertainty and horniness. Not sure what that says about me...but I had like a "teenage" hardon. With no idea where to go, I asked how much time she had and she said she was free the rest of the afternoon. We'd agreed on the usual tip minus the door fee, so I was going to give her $100.00 and drop her off. When we stopped at a light, she put her hand on my hardon and started to slowly rub it, then she looked at me, raised her already short skirt and put my hand over her pussy. Talk about distracted driving. Anyway, we renegotiated. I drove to a Montecarlo Inn. Ever booked a room with a tent pitched in your pants? It can be slightly embarrassing, but I was too horny to care. When we got upstairs past the smirks of the help, we basically tore each other's clothes off...I don't know if women can fake it, but she was dripping wet and basically shoved her tongue down my mouth and straddled me standing. Fun afternoon. In the MP, it's always been a max service of body slide or cfs if I wanted it, but in the motel, she gobbled me down like a starving one. I didn't think I could still come more than once, but hats off to her, she managed to get two out of me.
When it came time to leave, she said she didn't want to accept the money, but couldn't afford not to. Maybe she played me like a fiddle, but I added another fifty to our renegotiated amount. She hugged me a good long while.
A weird but ultimately super satisfying encounter, especially since the last one I had before this was so awful. Just when I think I'm going to finally quit...this hobby throws me an experience like this and drags me back in.