A gourmet burger can lead to more
I had worked up an appetite and needed some carb-filled food to keep me from fainting. I work off so many calories through my sexual exploits “well let’s face it all the best escorts should if there on the books at one of London’s reputable agencies” and now all I wanted was a gourmet burger.
I headed out, thinking about the recommended takeaway my friend, Franz, had tried out. I crossed the busy road and turned right. A car passed me slowly. It was a white Range Rover and I watched as the window eased down and noticed Vlad, my Russian client, was driving.
I’d asked him to ring to make an appointment, but he motioned for me to hop in beside him. I climbed in and mentioned I was going to buy a gourmet burger.
He smiled, “I don’t have a lot of time, but there is an excellent kebab house nearby if you are interested. The chicken is so tender and it is healthy too.”
So we bought our meals and headed back to mine. He affixed his permit to park outside and came in.
As we ate, I noticed he was mentally undressing me, but he was in a hurry. He asked if I would meet with him tomorrow. I could hardly refuse, but it would have to be later in the evening.
Vlad stood leaning back against the counter in the kitchen of his upmarket London apartment, only four blocks away from mine. He was naked and sipping from his coffee cup.
I was in a bathrobe, sitting on his sofa. The throbbing between my thighs started again as I took in his body. He was muscular and handsome, and very sure of his body image. Even the scar on his face did not bother him. I’d only just learned that was due to a car accident in which his brother had died. I’m such a silly escort; I had thought he’d been involved in some type of Russian gang warfare, so I felt slightly guilty when the real reason was revealed.
He watched me closely as I opened the robe slightly and let my fingers stroke the creamy-white skin of my thigh. I knew he’d want me again. I dipped my finger in deeper and started to touch myself.
“Open the robe,” Vlad whispered, as he drained his coffee and watched me. I was finding this sexy and I closed my eyes as my fingers moved slowly.
I didn’t have to wait long as I heard his footsteps come over to me. When I opened my eyes, he was kneeling between my thighs watching me. Our eyes connected and his lust for me was clear. I stopped and let him take over the reins.
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