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I had a punt today and everything seemed to go wrong.

I set off from home and discovered my watch had stopped working! All timings had to be from my mobile phone, not exactly discreet to be searching your mobile even five mins on the way to a punt.

A hour before the punt, still no details on how to get there. I called again and asked "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes. Well you booked a few weeks ago and I thought you were a no show."  I pointed out I called yesterday to confirm the appointment. "yes."  End of conversation.

I got the directions and  found the apartment was on a busy london street, between a cafe and a indian restaurant! I arrived to find a policemen lurking around with obvious boredom. I always find bored policemen most efficient at finding things to unbore them. By the apartment entrance was the cafe and by the apartment street door was a table, where a man watched with interest as I approached.

I rang, I was let in and I entered. Someone entered behind me. Alarm bells went off in my paranoid head. It was an elderly woman who followed me along the corridors. Was she folowing me? Was she a nutter? Yea gods, was this my working girl?????

Finally reached the apartment and was let in. She was nice and offered me a shower. I stripped off and tripped over a board and went arse over tit into the shower. She stood there giggling like mad.

Luckily it went uphill all the way from there

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Despite the trials and tribulations, it seems your day ended well eventually. :)

 

Thank you for sharing this.  I tend to like such stories from our punting lives more than all the philosophical posts and debates, myself.  Ultimately, do we not come to this forum to share our experiences of this punting world?

 

It was good that you had a good news story to tell, as I had sort of the opposite day to you in a way.  I hope you won't mind if I return the favour by recounting my own tale here, as a counterpoint to your own.

 

My day started well.  I had a booking arranged with my regular, which I had been looking forward to more and more over the last few days.  A quick exchange of texts in the morning confirmed we are on and I set off to town in eager anticipation.

 

The tube is working well and there are no incidents during my trip, although I can't help but notice I am gaining a bit of attention from other passengers as the bloke who can't seem to wipe the smile off his face all the way into town.

 

I arrive with perfect timing and it is always such a pleasure to receive her beautiful smile as I walk through the door of the apartment she shares with others.  She is wearing a cracking dress, demure looking for a working girl, but hell she looks good in it.  You would think she is about 19, although she has told me in the past me that she is some way older.

 

We kiss probably more than once on the way to her room, while she apologises for the fact that the shower isn't working.  I had a shower just an hour earlier and this is fine.

 

That's about it for conversation as I can't keep from locking my lips onto hers for a moment longer.  As we kiss, she seems incredibly adept at removing the bulk of my clothes without breaking off from kissing.  As I undo the zip to her dress I am delighted by how it slips off to reveal her naked form.

 

She is an extremely passionate girl, and I am all fired up, so the next hour or so is spent with hardly another word spoken, beyond perhaps 'kiss me', 'come here', 'Oh Mr Thurson' (well, that kind of thing anyway).  Various adventures all lead on to R1 climaxing for both of us fairly swiftly.  The act of cleaning up is undertaken alongside yet further passionate kisses and embraces that take us immediately in the direction of R2.  This time we have a bit more time and then R2 reaches a steamy and successful conclusion, after which we collapse in a sweaty embrace on the bed.

 

We can finally pause for a bit of conversation and I start by telling her just how good time spent with her makes me feel.  I say that in the future I want to arrange some longer bookings with her, including spending a whole evening / perhaps night together, in the near future.  I mention Champagne, chocolates, fruits, whipped cream, chocolate sauce...  She smiles at the prospect.

 

At this point she mentions that she intends to leave her career as a WG at the end of February.

 

What?!? :eek:

 

The rest of the meeting involves a session of massage each and a very pleasant r3 before we finish, just running over time by a couple of minutes.

 

Somehow however, the rest of the day didn't feel quite so perfect as I originally thought it would, as I digested her news.  :(

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Thanks for sharing, Thurson. It must have been a bittersweet meeting, to feel such pleasure and then be told it is ending

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At this point she mentions that she intends to leave her career as a WG at the end of February.

 

What?!? :eek:

At least you have been given 3.5 weeks notice. Isn't that better then you dialling her number only to find it disconnected.

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At least you have been given 3.5 weeks notice. Isn't that better then you dialling her number only to find it disconnected.

Yes! :)

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I had a punt today and everything seemed to go wrong.

I set off from home and discovered my watch had stopped working! All timings had to be from my mobile phone, not exactly discreet to be searching your mobile even five mins on the way to a punt.

A hour before the punt, still no details on how to get there. I called again and asked "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes. Well you booked a few weeks ago and I thought you were a no show."  I pointed out I called yesterday to confirm the appointment. "yes."  End of conversation.

I got the directions and  found the apartment was on a busy london street, between a cafe and a indian restaurant! I arrived to find a policemen lurking around with obvious boredom. I always find bored policemen most efficient at finding things to unbore them. By the apartment entrance was the cafe and by the apartment street door was a table, where a man watched with interest as I approached.

I rang, I was let in and I entered. Someone entered behind me. Alarm bells went off in my paranoid head. It was an elderly woman who followed me along the corridors. Was she folowing me? Was she a nutter? Yea gods, was this my working girl?????

Finally reached the apartment and was let in. She was nice and offered me a shower. I stripped off and tripped over a board and went arse over tit into the shower. She stood there giggling like mad.

Luckily it went uphill all the way from there

who was the punt with?

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A girl called Kate, a thai escort

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I got the directions and  found the apartment was on a busy london street, between a cafe and a indian restaurant! I arrived to find a policemen lurking around with obvious boredom. I always find bored policemen most efficient at finding things to unbore them. By the apartment entrance was the cafe and by the apartment street door was a table, where a man watched with interest as I approached.

Sounds like a Punter's worst nightmare in terms of location entrance.

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Oddly enough it was probably a case of being hidden in full sight. On a busy street everyone is rushing and too busy to check out what is happening. On a silent suburban street in the afternoon, I bet every curtain is twitching 

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Oddly enough it was probably a case of being hidden in full sight. On a busy street everyone is rushing and too busy to check out what is happening. On a silent suburban street in the afternoon, I bet every curtain is twitching 

 

is she on the purple site?

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I had a punt today and everything seemed to go wrong.

I set off from home and discovered my watch had stopped working! All timings had to be from my mobile phone, not exactly discreet to be searching your mobile even five mins on the way to a punt.

A hour before the punt, still no details on how to get there. I called again and asked "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes. Well you booked a few weeks ago and I thought you were a no show."  I pointed out I called yesterday to confirm the appointment. "yes."  End of conversation.

I got the directions and  found the apartment was on a busy london street, between a cafe and a indian restaurant! I arrived to find a policemen lurking around with obvious boredom. I always find bored policemen most efficient at finding things to unbore them. By the apartment entrance was the cafe and by the apartment street door was a table, where a man watched with interest as I approached.

I rang, I was let in and I entered. Someone entered behind me. Alarm bells went off in my paranoid head. It was an elderly woman who followed me along the corridors. Was she folowing me? Was she a nutter? Yea gods, was this my working girl?????

Finally reached the apartment and was let in. She was nice and offered me a shower. I stripped off and tripped over a board and went arse over tit into the shower. She stood there giggling like mad.

Luckily it went uphill all the way from there

A bit paranoid I think.

Anon in a crowd with only you knowing where you are going....ask the gent to please move his table and then have a good visit.

Relax. It is a big and busy world.

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