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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
The night was unusually quiet for this city. Working as a London
escort I often had late nights and was used to walking home alone, but
there was something strange about tonight; no groups of drunks
stumbling about as usual, no tramps mumbling as I walked past. There
was no traffic, and the only sound I could hear was the click of my
high heeled shoes on the pavement.
Something about the atmosphere had me on edge; the client I had seen
earier was nice but dull - nothing creepy that would have left me
feeling unsettled. But now, goosebumps rose on my skin and the hairs
on the back of my neck stood on end. I quickened my pace to match my
speeding heart beat; only 10 minutes back to my flat.
Keeping my head up I tried to look confident, but then a shadow a few
feet ahead startled me. A dark figure emerged from an alley, and I
instinctively grasped my bag tighter. I had £200 cash in there - if
this guy was a mugger, he was going to have a fight on his hands.
Eyes, face, chest, balls. That's the order I had been taught to punch.
Or maybe I should just reach for my rape alarm now...
"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to startle you", a warm deep voice
apologised. The man was obviously American, but I still couldn't make
out the features of his face in the shadows. I realised that in fear I
had rooted myself to the spot and probably looked like a rabbit caught
in the headlights. I quickly composed myself and tried to look the
opposite of scared.
"No worries" I told him, and began to walk again with my head held high.
"I'm really sorry to bother you, and I know you probably are wanting
to get on your way, but do you know the way to the Dorchester? I'm
kinda new around here and think I'm a bit lost."
I was about to shake my head in response when the man stepped into the
light. He was one of the sexiest men I'd ever seen. Smouldering grey
eyes with crinkles at the edges, a strong square jaw and a winning
smile that was so entrancing that it must seal all his business deals.
He wore a long tailored coat over an open necked shirt and pin stripe
trousers. This guy wasn't a tramp or a rapist.
I stopped in my tracks again, and even though I knew the exact route
to the Dorchester, I couldn't make myself speak. I just stared into
his eyes, my heart beating fast and the hairs on my neck now raised
for a different reason. I registered that my knickers were slightly
wet, and my clitoris was practically throbbing for him. Could he hear
my breathing quicken? Could he feel the heat coming from my body?
No more words were spoken between us. I took a step towards him and he
simultaneously bent his head down to catch me in a kiss. It was fast
and furious, pressing our lips together with such force that it was
almost painful. He pushed me up against the wall and started to feel
inside my coat with eager hands; I moved my hands to his buttocks and
yanked his pelvis towards me. His erection strained against his
trousers and he groaned with pleasure and impatience. I took his hand
to lead him around the corner into the alley, just in case anyone
passed.
As soon as we were safely in the shadows, there was a fumble of hands
as he fought to pull up my dress and I tried to undo his belt. We
stopped momentarily to kiss again, and meanwhile he finished both jobs
with his one free hand. He slid his fingers in between my legs to feel
how wet I was, and exhaled heavily when the juice covered his finger
tip. He rubbed my pussy gently, then pushed his finger up inside. He
took a step back so he could look at me and licked the finger that had
just been inside me. Taking both of my wrists with his hands, he held
them above my head and pinned them to the wall there with just one of
his hands. My body was squirming, desperate to have him immediately.
My legs were already wide open and my hips tilted towards him. With
his free hand he took hold of his cock, rubbed it up and down once
then guided it into my pussy. This time it was me who let a groan
escape - it felt so good to have him filling me up. He thrusted
aggressively into me, hard and fast. We must have only been fucking
for two minutes, but I was completely exhausted. My legs were shaking
from the combination of muscle strain and desire, my skin was damp
from sweat. When he felt me getting close, he let himself come with a
stifled roar.
Afterwards, we stood there panting for a minute. Then we both
straightened our clothes and hair, buttoning up our coats. We stepped
out into the street light together.
"The Dorchester's that way" I said, pointing down the road. I was very
familiar with the place from working as a London escort. He gave me a
swift nod and a wink in thanks, and we parted ways.
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