No. 76686 - Published 6 Sep 2007
A little over 5 feet tall, toned and slender but not skinny, pleasingly noticeable (enhanced) breasts, bobbed light reddish hair, a very pretty face! I suspect she gets comparisons to a famous Scottish singer from the 1960s a fair amount of the time - look at the picture on her website and you'll see what I mean - so forget I mentioned that. Last but not least she is not in her twenties; it says on her website she is 38, though I thought if anything she looked a couple of years younger. If this matters to you I would say that's your loss!
This was a day I planned treat myself. I got up reasonably early, but didn't overdo things, and at a suitable time I boarded a train to Manchester.
Shortly after I arrived there, I did a bit of window shopping, partly for computer equipment and partly for some music software.
Not long before I left to come home, I indulged myself quite spectacularly at a Thai restaurant on Portland Street. (People commented that evening on the amount of garlic I was giving off eight hours later.)
In between these two events I met Amber.
Amber will not be everyone's cup of tea. She is quite short, pleasingly slim, very pretty and 21
years old the way I'm not either. She told me she's having some more pictures done for her website, ones that aren't quite as explicit in terms of nudity but do show her face, and I think this will be a good thing. I'll tell you why later.
With a Manchester-based friend on holiday, Amber was effectively in a position to do incalls and I was in a position to visit. After a few phone calls and texts beforehand we arranged to meet up around Saturday lunchtime and I duly made my way there. I caught the Metro in the general direction of Old Trafford, texting Amber to say I didn't have a sodding clue where I was (there's only so much time you can devote to memorising the Manchester A-Z in W H Smith's). A reply came back saying she would pick me up from Stretford. What a nice girl!
One rapid shower later and I'm standing in the bedroom with a towel wrapped round my middle that didn't quite manage to conceal the thicker parts when Amber comes in from the bathroom in some rather fetching high heels, a pair of self-supporting stockings (I wish I knew the technical terms for these things) and some underwear that has built to emphasise rather than cover.
Whichever part of the brain controls these things went from "Hmm, now what colour would you call that wallpaper?" to "Hello penis, would you like some more blood?" in about three seconds; before
it could get there Amber had sunk to her knees and tried to help it on its way. And then we fell onto the bed and things got better.
I'm never sure how to describe events like these. Mechanically? oral, reverse oral, sex, oral to completion, unwinding. Romantically? Not exactly; Amber is an extremely attractive mature woman and I think I could have spent the entire hour kissing her, but we fucked and that was good too.
I could, and probably should, have spent longer nibbling and nuzzling her down there. She really has a peach of a backside, and only squirmed slightly when I tried to push my tongue between her cheeks.
She seemed to come - I do hope she did! - then put a condom on me and went into a cowgirl position that left me free to play with her tits while she did all the work. (If I ever have doubts about my sexuality, I will use that statement as a yardstick.)
The highlight of the afternoon? A short spell, mid session, where Amber broke off from sucking me, moved up my body and kissed me, eased her tongue between my lips and playfully rolled it around mine
as she rehearsed what she was going to do when I had come into her mouth. I joked that I didn't really like the taste, but the anticipation was so intense...she laughed gently as she wanked me slowly, then her head dropped, my hand was on her breast, and almost immediately my orgasm was upon me. Eight, maybe ten seconds passed while I savoured the exquisite sensation of being sucked off by a beautiful woman, then the kiss was for real; I squeezed her tits harder as she filled my mouth with tongue and sperm.
The remaining time passed in a leisurely way. We chatted about this and that as I nearly, but not quite, worked up to fucking her again. Pleasingly horny conversation, interspersed by deep kissing,
fondling and gently chewing of breasts that aren't quite as nature originally intended them to be but are none the worse for that to my mind, and a half-hearted attempt to finger her to orgasm, before
we realized it was not the time to be frantic and set about dressing.
Ready to go back to real life, I kissed Amber on each cheek, then put my hands on her breasts and squeezed once more, putting up with a
good-natured scolding. Amber then drove me back to the Metro station, a trip back to the city centre, and an overindulgence of a different sort.
I think Amber was the ideal choice for me that kind of day. I had fancied her from some time back, but the fact that she was outcall only made things awkward. Circumstances worked out right and her "GFE" approach was ideal for the way I was feeling (I doubt she could be bettered in that respect). After she left me at Stretford metro station I texted her to say she had picked me up, dropped me off, and inbetween times drained me dry quite exquisitely. Amber said she's thinking of putting non-blurred pictures on her website soon; I think the sight of such a pretty face on such a well-toned body will set a few people thinking improper thoughts. Me, I'm just wondering how to get her friend to go on holiday again soon...