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I undressed down to my underwear very slowly in front of the log fire. I wonder if any London escorts I knew had never seen such a large fireplace, but this house in Hampstead Heath was traditional, but lovely; full of curios from Maria’s travel. Maria was Iranian and wore expensive Chanel perfume, a pair of Jimmy Choos with impossible heels to mask her short height. She also had a tiny waist to die for. I could already imagine her naked, with a thick, natural bush, just wearing her stilettos, girls like her really turn me on.

She was bisexual, but her last relationship had faltered, and she had to sell the house. I could sense her sadness, so I let her talk about it, until I realised we’d end up just running out of time. It wasn’t a counsellor she needed, but sexual release from one of the best Russian escorts in London. I could feel her frustration as I sat and sipped the red wine she offered me apologetically, after she’d realised I preferred white wine and the fizzy stuff too. She asked me if I was good in bed, and clapped her hands in glee when she saw me redden. “That is so cute. You look even prettier when you blush.”

I smiled and said I thought she wasn’t just cute, but hot and sassy. She raised her eyebrows. “I like this; you are flirting with me.”

I sipped my glass of wine and let my eyes take in her cleavage, her perfectly-manicured nails, and her toned legs. “I like the fact you do really look after yourself. You have a gorgeous sexy ass, lovely toned legs, an exquisite smile, and an inherent sexiness. You are exciting.” I meant every word and Maria beamed and looked towards her music system. “I think we’ll listen to music for a while as I’d like you to dance with me. It has been a while since I danced close to a woman while on an escort assignment.”

She stood up and I could see her skirt clinging to her curves. I’d like to spank that ass. As soon as she turned to ask me what music I liked to listen and dance to, she caught my obvious look and I took another sip of wine. I knew she wanted me, but this was a two-way thing. If only she would dance with me in her underwear or less than that!

 

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