I can’t say that this escort resisted

He took me by surprise one Sunday morning when I was in the kitchen making breakfast. It’s funny because unlike many of the London escorts I’m friends with I don’t usually cook, so this one time when I decided to surprise him, things went the other way and I was the one surprised.

There I was waiting to flip the pancakes when a hand made its way to my smooth thigh. I was pantyless, as the night before, he had made it his duty to toss them in some part of the room where they couldn’t be found. ‘What are you doing up so early?’ I asked. It really wasn’t early but based on the workout session we had the previous night, I figured he would be wrapped up in bed until late in the afternoon. I’m not sure if it was the bacon that he smelled or if his body just gave him all the right signs to let him know that it was missing my body. Whatever the cause of him having his hand on my thigh and his mouth caressing my neck, I can’t say that this escort resisted or even wanted to resist. It was indeed a very bright day in London. The windows were wide open and the sun was peeking in as it rarely ever does.

Across from my apartment, the neighbours sipped a cup of tea. I could see them from the dining table, where I now assumed a very compromising position. One turn of the head and I know that they would be able to see me too. I didn’t care, this kind of love making, the intense passion that he was allowing me to experience, was something that shouldn’t be hidden from the residents of London , escorts, businessmen and women, they should all see it. I kept my eyes on the neighbours as he worked me hard and fast and I saw their mouths drop as they looked over and got a glimpse of what was going on the breakfast table. Was it shock or was it envy that caused their mouths to stay open and their eyes not to blink? I think a bit of both. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be taken the way I was being taken first thing in the morning? Can you think of a better way to start the day? I surely cant! Seconds later the neighbours made their way into their own apartment and I can bet that we’d put them in the right mood to enjoy some of the same activities that we were enjoying.

About the author:
Fluent in 4 languages, Leila blogs and works as an escort in London.