I am posting a series of true stories about my encounters with "providers" around the country. I totally respect these women and in these stories have no intention of demeaning them. The names of the women have been changed for their protection. Everything else is as it happened.
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After an amazing and truly unique time with Carla in Cincinnati, I headed to Seattle for my next business consulting trip. I figured to be in Seattle for three or four days, but I booked an extra day in the hotel in case I got extra lucky with an escort.
Before I left Cincinnati, I searched the various sites and boards looking for companionship. Seattle seems to be fertile ground for escorts and I was having a difficult time making a decision. I finally settled on Cindy. She's nearing 50 years old, is a rather petite redhead, and had glowing reviews. It was also pretty clear that she had a kinky side. Sounded good to me!
I emailed Cindy and informed her of my upcoming trip to Seattle. I told her that I loved all her reviews and that I wanted to see what all the talk was about. I told her that I would be staying at a hotel near downtown and that I would like her to come visit me there.
In a couple of hours, Cindy responded. She was all for meeting me. I replied that I would be arriving in Seattle Thursday afternoon assuming the plane was on time. I suggested an incall at my hotel for 7:00 pm for three hours. Normally, I like longer dates, but this was the first time I had been in Seattle for a few years and I wanted to see how it went with her before, hopefully, having a second date that would last longer, perhaps overnight in my room.
It wasn't long before Cindy agreed to our date. She directed me to her website where I could learn more about her and view pictures of her. She gave me the password for the private area of the site. I easily found her website, entered the password, and spent the next hour combing thru her sexy pictures. In her public site, her face is obscured, but the private site shows all of her. Literally. She's a little over five feet tall with flowing red hair. Perhaps of touch of grey, but it looked wonderful to me. Her nude pictures show magnificent breasts. Not huge, but perfectly shaped and with erect nipples. Also, she's a total smoothie. A couple close up shots of her pussy make it clear that she's waxed. The cool thing, however, is her large pussy lips. In a couple of the pictures, she's fingering her pussy and it's obvious that she has a prominent clit. There's one memorable picture that is a close up of her clit. She has the hood pulled back and is fondling her magnificent, distended clit. I was getting hard just thinking about licking her beautiful bud.
I headed for the Cincinnati airport for the nonstop flight to Seattle. I could think of nothing but Cindy. I was going to be in Seattle for two days before I had to report to my client's office. I knew that Cindy was going to be the focus of those two days.
An on time arrival in Seattle, a short limo ride to the hotel, lunch, and I was ready for Cindy. I tried to take a nap, but it was fruitless. At about 5:00 p.m. I went back down to the lobby restaurant and had a salad with a glass of C-nay. I also ordered a bottle of a very nice Chardonnay to be sent up to my room. After eating, I went back upstairs to prepare for the evening. I took a shower, paying special attention to rid my cock and balls of any stubble. I thought about what it would be like to get waxed, but put it out of my mind. The combination of the shaving and the anticipation for what lay ahead made it nearly impossible to keep from rubbing one off, but I fought off the urge
In the days since my first contact with Cindy, we had had several teasing emails. She asked me if I traveled with gym shorts and tee shirts. I assured her that I did since I liked to workout at hotels that provided such facilities, which most of the top line hotels do these days. She said, "Put on your gym shorts and a tee shirt. That way, it won't take much time to get naked and get down to party time." Who was I to quibble?
After my shower, I shaved my face, brushed my teeth, gargled with mouthwash, and put on clean gym shorts and a new tee shirt. I was ready.
The worst part of these dates is the waiting. From her reviews, I knew that I was in for something special. I had told Cindy that I wanted her to take charge and that the only limit I had was no pain. I think that might have disappointed her a bit, but we'd have to see.
Finally, it was arrival time. As agreed, Cindy knocked on my door at 7:00 p.m. I opened the door and there stood a vision of loveliness. She's about 5-3 and maybe 130 pounds. A very nice, womanly shape. The first thing I noticed was her magnificent mane of dense red hair. I'm sure is was her natural hair color, but I couldn't check to see if the carpet matched the drapes since I knew that she was a smoothie down below. Cindy was wearing a peasant dress with a neckline that showed just a hint of cleavage. Sexy, but not too blatant.
Cindy is a beautiful woman, but in a very natural way. I'm sure she doesn't wear any makeup. Everything about her was natural, except her sex drive. From the reviews I had read, I was in for a hell of an evening.
I invited her in and gave her a perfunctory hug. My hand touched the middle of her back and it was clear that she was braless. My cock twitched and began to stiffen a bit.
Cindy had a large handbag/purse over her shoulder. She put it on the table in the corner. My gym shorts were already tenting. I offered her a glass of the Chardonnay. We clinked glasses and toasted a fun evening.
We gave each other the condensed version of our lives. Her real job is working as a nurse in a retirement home. She's divorced with no kids. She was intrigued by my job. She struggled to understand how a guy can be on the road 100% of the time. No home, no family. I said that, for me, it's normal since I have been doing it for over 30 years. (I think I'm still at the top of Delta's Sky Miles list. I never use the miles for my own travel. I donate them to a charity for kids.)
Then, with no warning, she put down her glass, stood up, and shrugged her dress off. It fell to the floor into a puddle. I was right...no bra. Also, no panties. For a 50ish year old, she had a magnificent body. A little paunch, but I love that. Perfect tits, maybe 34C. Of course, as a red head, she had lots of freckles. She did a little pirouette. I absolutely loved her rear end. There were no tan lines, but it was obvious that she had spent a little time in the sun.
I was absolutely gobsmacked by her natural beauty. No makeup, but she didn't need any. Damn! She was hot, but not in a supergalamorous way. Completely natural and totally beautiful in the MILF next door way. Except in her case it was MIWF, if you get my drift.
By now, my cock was almost at full mast. She said, "Stand up." When I did, my cock was straight out, but I still had my gym shorts on. She moved over towards me, grabbed by bottom of the tee shirt and skinned if off of me. Now, here I was naked except for my gym shorts. She moved in for a hug and my cock stabbed her right in the belly. She pulled my head down and began kissing me. She also adjusted my cock to that it was straight up between us. A nice long kiss, but no tongue yet.
She broke off the kiss and stepped back. "You're overdressed." With that, she squatted down and pulled my gym shorts off. My cock was at her eye level and she seemed excited that it was shaved bare. "I love shaved cocks. No hair in my teeth!"
With that, the two of us were totally naked standing in the living room of my hotel suite. We hugged and kissed, with the kisses getting longer and more urgent. Who turned up the thermostat?