Back to his hotel room
At that moment, there was no other place in the world I wanted to be but here in London. The sky was the perfect shade of blue and the clouds were fluffy and white blocking out an adequate amount of sun, being an escort has opened up a world to me that I never thought existed and I must say that I am truly thankful for the generosity of my clients. Joe, the man who took me on the river Thames had the kindest of hearts and was more romantic than anything else. He’d prepared this outing for us out of sheer spontaneity. One minute I was sitting in my apartment trying to figure out what to do with the day. The next minute, I was in his presence, rowing the day away.
His green eyes glistened in the sunlight. His strong arms whipped the paddles back and forth, eventually he stopped rowing, gazed into my eyes and told me to open the bag that lay before him. I did as I was told and was happy to see that he’d brought along a few treats. A nice chilled bottle of chardonnay and a container filled with luscious looking strawberries. He took the container, opened it and dangled a strawberry before my lips. I parted them, allowing him to slip it right in. Then, he planted his lips on mine and we engaged in a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever; a kiss that I didn’t want to end, a kiss that only escorts who are in love can fully understand. Joe then poured us both a glass of wine and he toasted to a lovely day and told me just how happy he was to be spending it with me.
The sweetness of his words was too much to handle and I found myself leaning closer and closer into him for more intimacy. Of course, he didn’t refuse as I tended to his neck, unbuttoned his shirt and traced my hands along the length of his perfectly toned abs. Our boat trip came to an end a few hours later. Rather than going to dinner as he had planned, I insisted on taking things back to his hotel room where I treated him like he was the only man in the world.