She Will Be Back For More

Good Time Escorts

I took the girl’s toy out of Tamara only a minute after she sighed with satisfaction. She had been quiet throughout, and like most good escorts in London, I wanted to check she was happy with my service.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I lay between her thighs, I knew she’d come. If anyone says they’ve had an orgasm, and you’re wondering if they are faking it, well, the lower lips say it all, so to speak! I’m lucky in that I can now come eighty per cent of the time.

My fake rate has dropped. Partially due to only picking the London clients I think will be good in bed, who are wealthy and reasonably attractive, and partially because I do tell clients that I like, if I’m asked. Most want their escort to have a good time too, although it isn’t guaranteed.

Tamara asked me to stroke her body as she recovered, and she had a good time. I flipped her onto her front, kissed her tight little buttocks, and stroked from her back, down to her ankles, over and over again.

As a client, she wasn’t difficult. She loved oral; she loved fondling the breasts of other women; the act of kissing a pretty woman, and she liked her escort to arrive with large toys for girls!

Her phone beeped, and she said she needed to get up. I helped her and started to dress, as she checked her voicemail. “Are you okay if I ring my girlfriend back?” Tamara asked gently. I smiled, said it was her apartment, and I needed to leave in five minutes anyway.

I listened to the whispered conversation in the adjoining lounge as I zipped up my skirt. “Yes, it was good. She has large breasts which are a lovely shape; a great ass, and she is beautiful.”

I could feel my cheeks blush. I’d never heard a verbal description of my assets in a phone conversation before. “Yes she’ll do that; she’ll lick you, finger your pussy and ass too. She’s certainly recommended.”

I needed to leave. I could sense a potential new client request about to happen. “Her name is Fiona. I’ll give you her card.”

I grabbed my bag, walked past and kissed her cheek as I headed to the door. Tamara waved at me to stop, but I was now on overtime and pointed at my watch. She wasn’t going to end the call, so I mouthed. “Give me a call.” I smiled as I looked at her gorgeous body, winked, and left. She’ll be back for more!