Jonnybgood

Remarkable Restraint.

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Yesterday I went up to London to see my regular girl, it was my first punt of the year and about 6 weeks since my last punt. Considering punting is the only time I have sex, I was feeling very 'keen'.

Because of the accident ( helicopter crash) in Vauxhall it took me ages to get into London and by the time I got to her place I was freezing.

Now my girl allways wears very sexy underwear but yesterday she excelled herself, when she opened the door my jaw hit the floor, she was all in white. Bra, some sort of vest (camisole ?), thong, suspender belt and stockings with frilly lace tops and red high heels.

She has a dark complexion and she still has a tan from her last holiday and all that bright white just stood out and empathised all those lovely curves.

She went to give me a cuddle, I told her I was freezing, no matter she said, she said something different when I put my cold hands on her bare bum.

'A nice hot cup of tea before we start, is what you need' she said, turning round heading for the kitchen ignoring my denials.

I must say the back veiw was allmost as good as the front, her back encased in tight white, the hips swaying from side to side, the cheeks of her bum rubbing each other one going up one going down, then those long shapely legs clothed in white with bare flesh at the top, as for the suspender belt, tight at the waist and straps flaring over hips to join the stockings, ulp.

Following her to the kitchen my heart wasn't just skipping a beat, it was tapping a tattoo on my ribs. Into the kitchen and she sits me down while I watch her move round making the tea and when she bends down to get the milk out of the fridge Im allmost whimpering.

The tea is too hot I cant drink it quick enough, we chat, I hardly follow the conversation, I just want to get amongst all that flesh and material. I come very close to ripping something off and bending her over the kitchen table with my tongue buried in her nether regions, but Im afraid Im a bit too civilised for that.

At last the tea is finished, by now Im a gibbering wreck, into the bedroom, kissing and cuddling on the bed, her hand loosens my belt, she draws down the zip and her hand starts rooting round inside, bollocks!! I havent had my shower, I allways have a shower before we start, travelling on the underground allways makes me feel dirty.

Shower over and now time to indulge in some blessed relief.

 

I think that was one of my best sessions, 'Ever'.  

 

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Yesterday I went up to London to see my regular girl, it was my first punt of the year and about 6 weeks since my last punt. Considering punting is the only time I have sex, I was feeling very 'keen'.

Because of the accident ( helicopter crash) in Vauxhall it took me ages to get into London and by the time I got to her place I was freezing.

Now my girl allways wears very sexy underwear but yesterday she excelled herself, when she opened the door my jaw hit the floor, she was all in white. Bra, some sort of vest (camisole ?), thong, suspender belt and stockings with frilly lace tops and red high heels.

She has a dark complexion and she still has a tan from her last holiday and all that bright white just stood out and empathised all those lovely curves.

She went to give me a cuddle, I told her I was freezing, no matter she said, she said something different when I put my cold hands on her bare bum.

'A nice hot cup of tea before we start, is what you need' she said, turning round heading for the kitchen ignoring my denials.

I must say the back veiw was allmost as good as the front, her back encased in tight white, the hips swaying from side to side, the cheeks of her bum rubbing each other one going up one going down, then those long shapely legs clothed in white with bare flesh at the top, as for the suspender belt, tight at the waist and straps flaring over hips to join the stockings, ulp.

Following her to the kitchen my heart wasn't just skipping a beat, it was tapping a tattoo on my ribs. Into the kitchen and she sits me down while I watch her move round making the tea and when she bends down to get the milk out of the fridge Im allmost whimpering.

The tea is too hot I cant drink it quick enough, we chat, I hardly follow the conversation, I just want to get amongst all that flesh and material. I come very close to ripping something off and bending her over the kitchen table with my tongue buried in her nether regions, but Im afraid Im a bit too civilised for that.

At last the tea is finished, by now Im a gibbering wreck, into the bedroom, kissing and cuddling on the bed, her hand loosens my belt, she draws down the zip and her hand starts rooting round inside, bollocks!! I havent had my shower, I allways have a shower before we start, travelling on the underground allways makes me feel dirty.

Shower over and now time to indulge in some blessed relief.

 

I think that was one of my best sessions, 'Ever'.  

Nice story, thank you.

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Good for you, jbg.  It's great when it all works out well, especially if you've experienced travel delays.  

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Just anther example of how the anticipation can build up to the main event. Glad to hear it went well. Hope your hands are warm now!

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 Well nice to know I'm not civilised then  , when it came to  "  bending her over the kitchen table with my tongue buried in her .... "   I wouldn't hold back , give it a try you both might like it .  [ and I wouldn't have stopped the punt to go take a shower at that point , it would have killed it for me ]

 

  nice story , thanks 

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Ever thought about writing erotica for a living??

I so empathise with the bit about the cuppa. I have chucked a few hot ones down my neck over the years, over- anxious to get into the bedroom and on with what I came for!

She sounds like a good un to me.

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Yesterday I went up to London to see my regular girl, it was my first punt of the year and about 6 weeks since my last punt. Considering punting is the only time I have sex, I was feeling very 'keen'.

Because of the accident ( helicopter crash) in Vauxhall it took me ages to get into London and by the time I got to her place I was freezing.

Now my girl allways wears very sexy underwear but yesterday she excelled herself, when she opened the door my jaw hit the floor, she was all in white. Bra, some sort of vest (camisole ?), thong, suspender belt and stockings with frilly lace tops and red high heels.

She has a dark complexion and she still has a tan from her last holiday and all that bright white just stood out and empathised all those lovely curves.

She went to give me a cuddle, I told her I was freezing, no matter she said, she said something different when I put my cold hands on her bare bum.

'A nice hot cup of tea before we start, is what you need' she said, turning round heading for the kitchen ignoring my denials.

I must say the back veiw was allmost as good as the front, her back encased in tight white, the hips swaying from side to side, the cheeks of her bum rubbing each other one going up one going down, then those long shapely legs clothed in white with bare flesh at the top, as for the suspender belt, tight at the waist and straps flaring over hips to join the stockings, ulp.

Following her to the kitchen my heart wasn't just skipping a beat, it was tapping a tattoo on my ribs. Into the kitchen and she sits me down while I watch her move round making the tea and when she bends down to get the milk out of the fridge Im allmost whimpering.

The tea is too hot I cant drink it quick enough, we chat, I hardly follow the conversation, I just want to get amongst all that flesh and material. I come very close to ripping something off and bending her over the kitchen table with my tongue buried in her nether regions, but Im afraid Im a bit too civilised for that.

At last the tea is finished, by now Im a gibbering wreck, into the bedroom, kissing and cuddling on the bed, her hand loosens my belt, she draws down the zip and her hand starts rooting round inside, bollocks!! I havent had my shower, I allways have a shower before we start, travelling on the underground allways makes me feel dirty.

Shower over and now time to indulge in some blessed relief.

 

I think that was one of my best sessions, 'Ever'.  

 

 

Great to hear it was that good.

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Is there a field report in the pipeline?

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Good post Jonnybgood.

 

I think that we should get more day to day punting stories on here.  After all, don't we log into this forum because we're all dead keen on finding people to discuss our secret pleasures with.

 

I know we can do field reports, but that's just not the same.  A Field reports can be a relatively cold expose of a girl and her performance, rather than a nice portrayal of a personal punting experience, which I find is always a pleasure to hear. 

 

Hm, maybe I will get my own quill out at some point. 

 

Mind you, after some of my recent posts, I might worry that people have heard enough from me for the time being.

 

Anyone else got a decent anecdote to share?

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What a great post Jonnybgood, brilliant read. In fact I'm just gonna go read it again

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I second the question about you writing erotica - that was a great read that really built up the tension in exactly the way it must have been for you for real. Great stuff.

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Yesterday I went up to London to see my regular girl, it was my first punt of the year and about 6 weeks since my last punt. Considering punting is the only time I have sex, I was feeling very 'keen'.

Because of the accident ( helicopter crash) in Vauxhall it took me ages to get into London and by the time I got to her place I was freezing.

Now my girl allways wears very sexy underwear but yesterday she excelled herself, when she opened the door my jaw hit the floor, she was all in white. Bra, some sort of vest (camisole ?), thong, suspender belt and stockings with frilly lace tops and red high heels.

She has a dark complexion and she still has a tan from her last holiday and all that bright white just stood out and empathised all those lovely curves.

She went to give me a cuddle, I told her I was freezing, no matter she said, she said something different when I put my cold hands on her bare bum.

'A nice hot cup of tea before we start, is what you need' she said, turning round heading for the kitchen ignoring my denials.

I must say the back veiw was allmost as good as the front, her back encased in tight white, the hips swaying from side to side, the cheeks of her bum rubbing each other one going up one going down, then those long shapely legs clothed in white with bare flesh at the top, as for the suspender belt, tight at the waist and straps flaring over hips to join the stockings, ulp.

Following her to the kitchen my heart wasn't just skipping a beat, it was tapping a tattoo on my ribs. Into the kitchen and she sits me down while I watch her move round making the tea and when she bends down to get the milk out of the fridge Im allmost whimpering.

The tea is too hot I cant drink it quick enough, we chat, I hardly follow the conversation, I just want to get amongst all that flesh and material. I come very close to ripping something off and bending her over the kitchen table with my tongue buried in her nether regions, but Im afraid Im a bit too civilised for that.

At last the tea is finished, by now Im a gibbering wreck, into the bedroom, kissing and cuddling on the bed, her hand loosens my belt, she draws down the zip and her hand starts rooting round inside, bollocks!! I havent had my shower, I allways have a shower before we start, travelling on the underground allways makes me feel dirty.

Shower over and now time to indulge in some blessed relief.

 

I think that was one of my best sessions, 'Ever'.  

Wouldn't it have been much better to put this in a review and then you could have named the lovely lady?

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I second the question about you writing erotica - that was a great read that really built up the tension in exactly the way it must have been for you for real. Great stuff.

 

Mebbe we need a sub forum for erotica.  I would suggest posting should be via a mod, tho to keep it relevant.

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I won't, especially after such a good account, bore you with my punt where the lady insisted on the shower waiting till the end and me really not keen to risk her giving me somewhere between a dominatrix and baby minding session (all of her own deciding)...

 

Thought the first time I had found a kooky treasure but less sure now after this second time.

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I never thought about escorts writing about erotica until talking about it with a lady one day. We were having a cup of coffee and a biscuit together after our session had finished and I said that I had read her blog. There was a story about her having a holiday fling with a young man and I said that he must have thought Christmas had come early. She told me not to believe everything I read.

The next time I saw her ( a few weeks later) we were enjoying another cup of coffee together but with cake this time. We chatted away for the best part of an hour and discussed various ideas for erotic stories for her to write. I wouldn't say it was as good as sex but it was a very relaxed and enjoyable time. If people go on to her site and are prepared to pay to read the erotica she is now writing then good for her. Another string to your bow as they say.

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Is there a field report in the pipeline?

This answers Sarah Summers question too.

Im afraid the girl in question no longer allows FR's, I dont know why, she has over 30 old ones still in the archive. She has taken down her website too.

If I had a choice I think I would prefer telling my story in the way I have. If I had written an FR it would have been in a totally different style.

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This answers Sarah Summers question too.

Im afraid the girl in question no longer allows FR's, I dont know why, she has over 30 old ones still in the archive. She has taken down her website too.

If I had a choice I think I would prefer telling my story in the way I have. If I had written an FR it would have been in a totally different style.

I write lots as part of my job - and whilst I do read field reports on PN - I often find them very "functional" - this is how I shagged her is just as mater of fact as this is how I changed the spark plugs on my Mini.

I've never written a field report before - but if I did - I think it would be more of a story like Jonnybgood's post - and that doesn't feel like a field report (and in fairness the vast majority of field report readers might not be interested in that extra "fluff" but there must be a demand for it cos people like JBG's story.

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This answers Sarah Summers question too.

Im afraid the girl in question no longer allows FR's, I dont know why, she has over 30 old ones still in the archive. She has taken down her website too.

If I had a choice I think I would prefer telling my story in the way I have. If I had written an FR it would have been in a totally different style.

OK thanks for the feed back

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