No. 64101 - Published 11 May 2006
It was 10am and I was tugging on a semi. I looked out of the window - it was a Stormy Monday. Dark clouds lingered like nicotine on a smoker?s fingers; and the rain was persistent. I needed something to cheer me up, so I called City Girls and made an appointment to see Dee. I hopped in the car and drove with haste over to Milton Keynes ? like I had a Hell Hound on my trail.
I?d wanted to see Dee for some time, but our schedules, until now, had conspired against us. I was aware that she was ?mature?, but this only increased her appeal: afterall, the best golf courses in the world are mature with undulating fairways, thick forests, and tight bunkers!
I knew that Dee was regarded highly and had a good reputation. I?d been informed that she had discerning taste, an impressive mind, and a lovely set of knockers! From previous field reports I was aware that she liked jazz. I, too, have an appreciation for the odd quartet with its associated syncopated rhythms. However, my real passion lies with music that is altogether earthier ? the Blues. I?d brought along a CD of Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble. It is called ?In the Beginning?, and is my favourite album of all time.
We set the volume control to ?Intimate? and we lay on the bed. Dee had a subtle touch that I loved. She ran her fingers down my back, and my skin shivered like a dog with fleas. She ran her fingers across my bum and down my legs. On the way back up, she caressed my scrotum.
?Your buttocks have goosebumps on them!? she commented. ?You must really like this.?
?I do ? it?s one of my favourite guitar solos!?
She giggled like Audrey Hepburn ? delicately. Then she wrapped her slender fingers around my cock and gave me a two-minute Texas Shuffle in time with the beat. When she moved her head down towards my unsheathed cock, I realised she was going to treat me to some OWO. As her cool mouth engulfed my bell-end I exhaled a satisfied sigh. Oh yes, this felt good: posh tottie with a mouth full of cock ? Deelightful.
During our appointment, I noticed that Dee was always gentle and graceful. She moved slowly as if at two-thirds normal speed. I think she was savouring every moment, every touch, and every glance - just as I was. We kissed, caressed and fondled each other until the time felt right for penile entry. She slipped on a cover using her mouth and then she mounted me. She rode me gently in cowgirl, and she was kind enough to reach back and tickle my scrotum. I quivered.
?You like that?? she asked.
?Oh yes,? I replied. ?It?s amazing the way he hits that flattened fifth!?
This really was a double pleasure for me. And when ?Tin Pan Alley? came on, I simply had to move myself into the missionary position and pump into Dee in synch with the music. As the fretboard wizard unleashed a manic rhythm, I wiggled my hips to the frantic beat until I could hold back no longer. I unleashed my weekly wad inside her tunnel of love ? I could swear it was about half a pint?s worth.
In summary, this was a good punt. Having sex with a gorgeous woman while listening to a fantastic album is a real joy. But if truth be told, I did make a mistake by only booking her for 30 minutes. 45 minutes would have been better. An hour would have been perfect.