Satisfying the most demanding call girl

On the plane and it was too early to drink anything for upmarket escorts like me, strictly orange juice at this time of day. It was only just seven-fifteen, as the plane left London and on into French air space. Vlad wanted a Bloody Mary as we settled down in business class. We’d both brought cabin bags, plus we both had iPads.

I took a look sideways as he looked at the English Channel below. When he turned I wasn’t expecting him to look directly at me, with those sharp, blue eyes. I could feel my cheeks redden. He asked me a question which I struggled to answer.

“Why, after all this time, have you started to go shy with me? You were quite cocky and confident, but you’ve quietened.”

I hoped no-one else had heard his question, but he’d kept his voice low and I could feel his breath on my cheek. He was striking to look at. I placed my hand on his crotch and gave it a squeeze. “Perhaps I was thinking it will be another seven hours before we can be alone.”

Vlad’s face was expressionless, but I could feel his cock move and start to harden. I felt a rush of desire, and I knew he could see it in my face. I took my hand away and he gently stroked my cheek. This was a tenderness I had not experienced before.

“We’ll have plenty of time for ourselves,” he said, as we both took our drinks. I could feel his arm next to mine; my skin felt alive.

He drank his drink, then took my hand and held it. He looked out of the window for the duration, and did not speak until our descent. We grabbed our luggage and headed down into Paris.

“I’ll drop you off at the hotel. It is next to where my meeting location. If we are early, I’ll check in with you.” That part was loaded. We’d arrived by nine-twenty and we checked in. I knew from his glance that we would have fun as soon as we entered the room. I wasn’t wrong. Vlad was so hungry that he could barely keep his hands off me in the lift and the corridor. I was caught up in his passion, and we lay naked and entwined as he took me this, is one man who really knows how to satisfy the most demanding call girl.

I lay there afterwards and Vlad looked at me. “We’ll talk later. Here is my card. There is a 10k limit, so please use what you want, and buy something nice for yourself. My neck size is 15, so if you could find a couple of good shirts for me. That is, if you don’t mind. I’ll see you back here at four and I’ll organise dinner reservations.”

With that, he came round the bed, kissed me lightly, and headed off. I lay there in a state of shock. We’ll talk later – what was that about?

 

 

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