A male escort dedicated to her pleasure.
Category:Escort Boy
The lady sat in front of her phone later that night in Paris, debating whether or not to send a message to this gigolo for demanding ladies that she found on internet. Her message was ready and it was just a matter of actually sending it.
She took a deep breath and clicked ‘send.’ She had debated in her mind sending a longer message, or maybe even asking him to have coffee, but she decided against it. She sent a short message saying “I am a lonely lady in the city of love and I am looking for some company, Are you available for a drink to know each other tonight at 8pm ?”
She didn’t need to wait long for a reply. Her phone was beeping, indicating a new message. He said “Hi, Thank you for your message. Let’s meet in a bar you know.” They set up a time and a place to meet.
She had never been before to this bar as she was new in Paris. She dressed sexy: a black dress that accentuated her curves. She thought, that dress would draw James’s attention. She finished her hair and make up, then grabbed her bag and walked out.
The idea of sleeping with this man had, of course, been one of the main things in her mind. She stopped herself right there, not wanting to get caught up in her fantasy and get all hot before she sat down for drinks with him. That would come soon enough.
She took a cab to go to the bar. When She got there, She looked around for James and didn’t see him. She was about twenty minutes early, so that wasn’t a surprise. Any time she go on a first date, She always want to be early—better for the guy to look for her than for her to be looking for him, was her philosophy. She grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of red wine.
Turns out, she was right to be that early, because five minutes later, James walked in the door. He sauntered in easily and grabbed a table, assuming she wasn’t even there yet. She took a moment to look him over. His sensual energy was amazing, and she wasn’t the only person who had noticed him walk in.
Almost every woman in the bar had taken notice, though some were better at hiding it than others. She smiled and felt desire pulse through her. James wore a suit, a white shirt and black shoes.
She took her glass of wine and made her way over to him, enjoying the looks of some of the women who thought she was a stranger just trying to hit on him. They were looking as if they couldn’t wait for her to strike out—and then, when he stood up and greeted her with a light kiss, she felt their envy.
“You look beautiful,” he said as he planted a light kiss on her lips. It took everything in her to not gasp from the heat of his touch. “Thank you,” She murmured as she sat across from him. She knew she was blushing, and she was grateful the bar’s lighting was dim.
The server approached and they ordered some appetizers. James ordered a bottle of the wine She was drinking, and they settled into the booth. She couldn’t say for sure when she decided that she would definitely be having sex with him that night, which was a total violation of her no sex on the first date policy.
It may have been when they started in on the second bottle of wine, though she had a feeling it was probably in her head from the start knowing James was a male escort dedicated to her pleasure. She spent the entire time in the bar in a state of complete arousal. His energy was a strong draw, and the conversation, his smile, and looking into his eyes only enhanced that arousal. She could tell he felt it too; She saw his eyes, more than once, drift down to her breasts, admiring what he saw.
He reached out and took her hand in his across the table. She felt his heat move through her, and she shifted in her seat, feeling arousal pressing her, closing in on her from all sides.
She paid the bill and they walked to her car. She drove a black and red Mini Cooper that suited her personality perfectly. She smiled as he easily opened her door for her, not making a big deal out of it, and, as they sped along the night streets, James smiled over at her, his white teeth bright in the darkness of the car.
When they arrived at her apartment, he, once again, opened her door for her. they walked to her condo, a large two bedroom on the first floor of a high rise nearby the Eiffel tower. It was sparsely decorated and the colors were dark. Black carpet, navy blue furniture, and the walls were a deep burgundy color that made everything else stand out in a muted, sophisticated way.
She went in the kitchen, getting a fresh bottle of wine and two glasses. She came over with the two glasses and poured red wine into his glass. They clinked, and, after she took a sip of this delicious, high end wine, James kissed her. His lips on mine were warm, soft, and they sent a bolt of electricity through her. She shifted to face him more directly, and he reached for her glass of wine and set it gently on the coffee table.
She felt her body responding to him as if it had been waiting to be nearer to him, in this exact position, for as long as she could remember. With James, it was as though her body was acting independently of her mind. Her body wanted him, carnally, animalistically, and she couldn’t explain it.
When James led her to the bedroom, though she’d never slept with a guy on the first date before, it felt absolutely right. She let him lay her on his bed, a king sized sleigh bed with dark sheets and a darker comforter.
He kissed her again and pressed his body to her. She couldn’t believe the heat emanating from him. James wasn’t sweating; it was a dry heat, as if he was giving it off without taking it in himself.
He gently pulled off her shirt with his teeth, a gesture that nearly sent her into orgasm on the spot. James lifted it with his teeth and used his hands to pull it over her head. When She looked at his shining, brown eyes in the darkness, James smiled at her.
She smiled. She more than liked it. She responded by using her fingernails to pull his white shirt off. James growled at her and she shuddered, feeling the vibration of his voice through her body.
He kissed her stomach and her hips as James slid her dress off, revealing the black panties She had changed to when he’d texted her. James used his teeth to pull those off as well, and, as She felt his perfume against her skin, She felt goosebumps rise, her arousal showing in the wetness between her legs.
The male escort dropped her panties on the floor and returned to her pussy. James began to nose at her and lick it as she spread her legs to him. He kissed her inner thighs, sliding two fingers into her secret garden as he did so, and he began to move his fingers in and out. She groaned with pleasure as he simultaneously stimulated her inside and out. He moved her legs over either of his shoulders, and her calves pressed into his hot shoulders, burning with his core temperature.
He smiled, looking up at her from between her legs. Her gigolo went back to sucking on her clit. It was growing with his touch; She could feel it. And, just as he nearly sent her over the edge, he slowly drew his tongue away and began to lick the folds of her pussy, moving outward to her thighs.
The gigolo dropped her legs from his shoulders and, looking into her eyes, slowly removed his pant and boxers. His hard cock glistened in the darkness, full of his pre cum and desire for her. His cock was huge, long and sleek, and she felt her legs drop open involuntarily, her hips broadening for him.
He mounted her and slid his huge cock easily into her wetness. The gigolo moaned as he slid inside, and he paused for a moment. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her, twitching as it settled into its new, snug space.
James began to thrust, his long cock moving in and out rhythmically. She wrapped her legs around his hips and brought him close to her, her nails digging into his back as he grunted with each thrust. her voice echoed his, and she felt her orgasm rushing in as his body rubbed against her clit each time he pressed to her.
She was ready to cum, breathless, gasping as he forced the air out of her with each thrust. He thrust faster, harder, and, as she climaxed, he did as well, pushing his hips hard into hers, his hard cock reaching deep inside of her. He laid on her after their mutual release, his breath hot and rapid in her ear. She was sweating, full of heat from both him and herself, her body deeply satisfied with this encounter.
When the male escort pulled out, he put his fingers on his cock to hold the condom in place. It was nice that he was considerate, and it made her desire him even more. He kissed her, then went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, he laid next to her, his body hot next to mine. She kicked off the covers, including the sheet. It was definitely getting cold outside, but that was not the case inside her bedroom. Here, they were on fire.
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