I am in my early 30s I have a good job at a Big Company here in London. I love my job but I work very long hours, well you have to these days to be able to afford to live in London and enjoy everything this great city has to offer. The downside to my job is that it doesn’t leave much time for fun or social life and to put it bluntly I am a man and I do have needs. I do not like the whole nightclub drinking scene or meeting women in pubs. I am not after anything serious just someone to see every now and then to out some fun in my life.
I was talking to one of the other Directors at My London Company and was quite shocked to hear him admit to seeing a London Escort. He spoke about this very openly and casually. He used a London Escort Agency at least twice a month and saw a variety of Different Escort Girls. He said that the Escort Service was great and well worth the money. " I get everything that my wife will not give me at home and I still get to play the happy husband" he said. I have no doubt that he was referring to the somewhat large divorce settlement he would have to incur if he and his wife were ever to Part Company.
I did not have a wife to worry about but I had to admit a potential encounter with a London Escort both thrilled me and scared me half to death, but there I was with a Business Card from a London Escort Agency in my hand. I could not get all of the thoughts out of my head the things that the Escorts do and that I could live out my wildest fantasy and I did not even have to leave my phone number at the end of the night. It all seemed too good to be true.
It was a Saturday evening I sat down in my living room with my then second Glass of Whiskey. The London Escort Agency business card held in my hand which was still shaking with all the thoughts going round in my head. I turned on my laptop and went to the Escort Agency website to look at the girls. I could not believe how stunning they were. Were those photos real? It said that they were. Do not get me wrong I am not an ugly guy but very average, would a stunning girl in her early 20s really be interested in me?
I really like Blondes I saw a profile for a London Escort called Lucy a European Blonde Escort. She was 21 years old with a slim size 10 figure and DD Breasts. Her photos were stunning, she was dressed in the sexiest Lingerie and you could see her pert breasts and hard nipples under her bra. I could feel my heart beating faster. I just had to have her. I picked up my phone and took a deep breath.
An English lady who was well-spoken answered the phone. " Hello" I said. " My name is John I am sorry I am a bit nervous" I felt like an idiot! " Is this the first time you have called an Escort Agency" The receptionist said. " Yes" I replied. I have to say from that moment on the receptionist was wonderful she treated me like a person not some sleazy punter at all and asked me if there was a particular girl I liked or if I needed any help in choosing. She explained all the costs to me and I asked if Lucy was available for an hour. The appointment was booked there was no going back now.
I paced around my London Apartment for what seemed like hours. The doorbell rang. There she was and London Escort Lucy was even more beautiful than her photos. I invited her in and offered her a glass of wine. I handed her an envelope with some money and she thanked me and smiled. She took off her coat and revealed a tight low cut black dress. She sat down on my bed and asked me to unzip her dress my hands were shaking. This Blonde Escort had the best body I had ever seen and the firmest breasts and best curves in all the right places. Lucy pressed her body close against me and kissed me I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The windows in my apartment were steamed up with the heat of both our bodies. Lucy was everything that I had ever dreamed of and more she was more stunning and more open-minded than any woman I had ever known. Nothing was too much trouble she satisfied my every need and made me feel like a king.
The hour seemed to fly by like it was only minutes. Lucy asked me if I wanted her to stay longer but unfortunately, I had no more money that night. I helped Lucy gather her things together and we had another glass of wine. Then she left into the night and it was almost like waking up from a dream. I cannot wait to see another London Escort next month!
The events, characters and firms depicted in these stories are fictitious, any similarity to persons, living or dead, or to actual events or firms is purely coincidental.
