bongo

Escort Who Plays Tennis

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There's something about watching the early morning action from Melbourne Park, that has me fantasising about doing it with a tennis player who escorts. She'd have to be aged around 33-58 ( anyone younger could legally be my daughter and that's a no ) and be somewhere in the area from West Yorkshire, through the North-East, up to Edinburgh. Unfortunately a prize of 2.43 million Australian Dollars isn't available to a WG who could go all the way, but I can offer a kitsch towel down, glass of barley water, and a foot massage, before we close the metaphorical roof for some fun, as well as the usual fee.

If anyone knows an escort who lists 'regular tennis' as a hobby, I'd be grateful for the information. Grunters also welcome.

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For some reason your post made me think of this:

 

A Subaltern's Love Song by Sir John Betjeman

 

Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn,
Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun,
What strenuous singles we played after tea,
We in the tournament - you against me!

Love-thirty, love-forty, oh! weakness of joy,
The speed of a swallow, the grace of a boy,
With carefullest carelessness, gaily you won,
I am weak from your loveliness, Joan Hunter Dunn

Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
How mad I am, sad I am, glad that you won,
The warm-handled racket is back in its press,
But my shock-headed victor, she loves me no less.

Her father's euonymus shines as we walk,
And swing past the summer-house, buried in talk,
And cool the verandah that welcomes us in
To the six-o'clock news and a lime-juice and gin.

The scent of the conifers, sound of the bath,
The view from my bedroom of moss-dappled path,
As I struggle with double-end evening tie,
For we dance at the Golf Club, my victor and I.

On the floor of her bedroom lie blazer and shorts,
And the cream-coloured walls are be-trophied with sports,
And westering, questioning settles the sun,
On your low-leaded window, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.

The Hillman is waiting, the light's in the hall,
The pictures of Egypt are bright on the wall,
My sweet, I am standing beside the oak stair
And there on the landing's the light on your hair.

By roads "not adopted", by woodlanded ways,
She drove to the club in the late summer haze,
Into nine-o'clock Camberley, heavy with bells
And mushroomy, pine-woody, evergreen smells.

Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
I can hear from the car park the dance has begun,
Oh! Surry twilight! importunate band!
Oh! strongly adorable tennis-girl's hand!

Around us are Rovers and Austins afar,
Above us the intimate roof of the car,
And here on my right is the girl of my choice,
With the tilt of her nose and the chime of her voice.

And the scent of her wrap, and the words never said,
And the ominous, ominous dancing ahead.
We sat in the car park till twenty to one
And now I'm engaged to Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.

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What, with one's balls?

 

I'll pass.

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For some reason your post made me think of this:

 

A Subaltern's Love Song by Sir John Betjeman

 

...

And now I'm engaged to Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.

 

That was brilliant zipless, cheers.

 

The two hardest-worked and honed bods in the WTA square up tonight at midnight UK time - Azarenka versus Kuznetsova.

 

A few days after that it'll be over and then the itch will subside ( until May in Paris ).

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She'd have to be aged around 33-58 ( anyone younger could legally be my daughter and that's a no )

 

Oh dear, some of my best punts have been almost young enough to be my grand-daughter :blink:

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There's something about watching the early morning action from Melbourne Park, that has me fantasising about doing it with a tennis player who escorts. She'd have to be aged around 33-58 ( anyone younger could legally be my daughter and that's a no ) and be somewhere in the area from West Yorkshire, through the North-East, up to Edinburgh. Unfortunately a prize of 2.43 million Australian Dollars isn't available to a WG who could go all the way, but I can offer a kitsch towel down, glass of barley water, and a foot massage, before we close the metaphorical roof for some fun, as well as the usual fee.

If anyone knows an escort who lists 'regular tennis' as a hobby, I'd be grateful for the information. Grunters also welcome.

 

Maria Sharapova would be welcome at Zipless Towers for a grunt or two.

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I'm also very partial to the long legs and toned physiques of those ladies on the WTA  :cool:

 

The closest I've got to bedding such a lady is Parissa of Annabellas Escorts in Milton Keynes (wrong part of country and too young for the op but maybe of interest to someone else) whose figure is stunningly gym honed, although I neglected to ask her if she plays tennis when I punted with her!

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There is always the off-chance that US pornstar/escort Minka would visit the UK - she even coaches tennis (confused to exactly HOW she manages with her current physique though) as an optional benefit for some meetings.

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