Ding, my Pretty Schoolgirl texted me for the first time ever, not merely replying to my booking. I thought she was asking me to see her, carrying our relationship to the next level. “I’m available in xxx today.”, she said. It turned out that it wasn’t anything special; she was doing an incall today at an upscale hotel.
I’m not sure why she has the confidence to call me. Escorts don’t do that to their regulars unless they are real friends with paid benefits. Maybe two weeks ago I sat in the car in the hotel parking lot waiting for her for 30 full minutes. When I arrived on time, she told me she would be late by 30 minutes. This was what I wanted to believe and I had no other options.
I could have changed the appointment to a half hour, giving her less money. I could have challenged her for the truth. I could have ranted. But I wanted it to work; I wanted to have a good time with her.
I haven’t seen her too many times but our history is long. After I lost my ATF for a few years, I wasn’t active for a couple of years. When I was looking for another ATF, she is one of the first girls whose looks I was happy with, leggy, tight round butt, looked like a skinny school cheerleader but curvy in the right places. And I love her smallish, young, natural breasts with responsive nipples.
The only fault I could find was that she wore a lot of makeup. She is an artist in that. She looks very pretty but I continued my ATF audition. Another reason is that she doesn’t kiss much. It was a factor but I didn’t think that it was a show stopper. Given enough time and incentive, many will succumb to my charm, lol. My last ATF did.
I was flip-flopping about her and we see each other on and off about a year. All the once a week auditions cost money and I was running out. She seemed to have disappeared anyway. When I saved enough money to play again I rediscovered her. She changed her name but I was attracted to her new pictures just the same. She still looked perfect even on her 3rd year of being 19.
Not only that she changed her name, her attitude is very different. Before she disappeared, when I was almost a regular, she showed her affection by touching my lips for a few seconds and then teased me with a little tongue. I didn’t blame her as she was 19 for the first or second year since I knew her. This time she not only do DFK, but gave me her whole tongue when I sucked. And she would kiss me from time to time when she was on top without prompting. So I couldn’t wait for her to return for a proper reunion. It was a 2-month wait. That’s a reason that I didn’t bother to say a word when I had to wait in the car for a full 30 minutes.
Today, just when I was about to leave for the hotel, she texted me,”Can you do me a big favor?”. My heart sank to the ocean floor. If she bumped me again for even 15 minutes I would leave and I doubt if I will ever see her again. It turned out that she was hungry and didn’t have time to get food. I was so relieved that I promised her everything. So I went to the ATM, drove through an upscale fast food restaurant and still only late for a minute.
I was honored that she picked me to deliver her food. I was her check-in client – her first one of the day. But then she could have checked in hours earlier and ordered food delivery service when she couldn’t stand the hunger. And that she really had back to back appointments with no time to get food herself. The clever bit is that she eats on my time. I paid good money for her time and she used it to eat instead of entertaining me. If I wasn’t her check-in client she must be thinking I’m stupid and picked me to deliver. Since I wouldn’t know one way or the other I gave her the benefit of the doubt.
She looked perfect as ever. I encouraged her to eat because I wanted to watch, not the food but her. She didn’t feel it was a polite thing to do. When I came out of the shower she was indeed eating. So I sat on the bed behind her. Seeing that I was erect, she reversed a little and sat on my lap, my cock between her legs. I loved to hold her and feel her like that for as long as I wasn’t tired. She was in her signature sexy lingerie. But she wouldn’t want to take too long wasting my time that I paid dearly for.
After mind-blowing sex that we all wish we had, it was my nap time. She went to finish her meal with my blessing. I took a shower and some more napping. When she finished she came back for some cuddling. Oh yes, she never did it before she changed her name. It was a bit awkward at first. I wanted to hold her but I didn’t ask beScause I didn’t know if she minded; it is very personal. She didn’t mind but she didn’t know if I wanted to because I didn’t ask. Now we have some silence protocol. She could sleep right next to me or close enough. I could put my arm and leg over her.
But she preferred to be held in the fetal position, stacked together like two spoons without space in between. I couldn’t say she agrees but at least she liked to turn her back on me. I was really keeping her warm. Her cold feet were getting warmth from my legs.
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