No. 89461 - Published 1 Apr 2009
I went along to this gig not really knowing what to expect because, despite having been married for 30+ years, I'd never actually visited a WG before ? an authentic brothel virgin! I had a fair idea of what I wanted, namely some oral action both ways, an event which only happens chez moi when there's a K in the month.
The maid/receptionist, Kim, was very nice and friendly, and made me a cup of coffee. She then showed me some of the well-appointed rooms, and asked if I'd like to see the one upstairs. At my tender age of 55 and 23 months, the thought occurred to me that going upstairs as well as performing should really have been a choice of one or the other but not both, however I managed the climb after a rest half way up.
I paid Kim the room fee, undressed and lay on the couch waiting for Angel. She appeared wearing a basque (or I think that's what it's called, ladies' undergarments not being my speciality), and I can honestly say that the website photos don't get anywhere near doing justice to this lady ? she's an absolute stunner, a genuine 19 year old with firm tanned skin and jet black hair, who wouldn't look out of place on page three. Oh and she's English as well, with enough of an accent to signify her second city origins, but not ?considerably richer than yo?.
Angel started by massaging me with oils, while we discussed the agenda for the visit, which would start with RO on her, followed by a BJ. It had been so long since I tasted a young girl's pussy that I wasn't sure I'd remember what to do, but Angel guided me expertly to all the right spots, and after bringing her to the brink a couple of times, she tensed up and gave a low moan as she came. I felt pleased with my achievement so far, although slightly less so when she said she came with nine out of ten punters who lunched at the Y. However, my neck and jaw muscles certainly benefitted from the unaccustomed exercise - I think I'll eat more oysters in future.
My turn now, and as she only does covered oral, it was time for the ordeal of putting on a raincoat, something I hadn't done since Richard Branson was in short trousers. Angel rubbed me to the correct reading on the tumescence scale, and slipped the prophylactic into position. She then licked and sucked in what I assume would have been a very exciting way, except that I couldn't feel much through the rubber, and this wasn't really floating my boat ? do they make condoms out of army surplus raincoats these days?
So she finished the job off with a hand massage, just requiring a few drops of WD40 to get the old machine up to full speed, they think it's all over, and it is now. She did the clean up, we had a chat while I got dressed and even though we'd now taken ten minutes over the half hour I booked, she seemed in no hurry to usher me out. I paid her the ?70 plus ?10 tip, and she told me some interesting things about her ?real life? outside the parlour, which I won't reveal on here as none of her friends and family know what she does, and would probably all have heart attacks if they found out.
To summarise, if you're in the East Midlands and want to be pampered by a beautiful young girl, go and see Angel ? you'll be in heaven!