“Hi,” I said almost inaudibly.
The situation was strange. Since I became a professional escort, Alexander was my favourite and most frequent client, but he stopped coming once he got married. Apparently, things didn’t work out, not even two years passed until the agency got a call asking for me. I thought we could just pick things up where we left them, but seeing him now I knew it was impossible.
“Hey,” he nodded and smiled lightly.
We stood, both looking rather stressed than excited to see each other.
“Maybe we should get a drink?” he offered, gesturing to the hotel bar.
“Maybe we should,” I agreed a little too fast, as I doubted it would help.
We ordered our drinks and started talking. The subject of his failed marriage was purposefully omitted.
“Do you want to go to my room?” he asked after a good half an hour of chatting and laughing.
“Yes, sure,” I agreed nonchalantly, pretending I was chill about it.
We went upstairs, and I noticed he was also quite nervous. He closed the door behind me and hesitated. I decided to take the matters into my own hands and check if we’re still interested in one another. I walked up to him and kissed gently, he immediately pulled me closer.
When Alexander finally pulled away, I felt invigorated, our spark was back and he was once again my favourite client. I looked into his eyes and said, “Wow, I didn’t think we still had it in us.”.
We laughed at that, but abruptly stopped, as in on command. Alexander looked into my eyes, as I did into his, and we silently formed an understanding. He leaned closer and kissed me again.
Our tongues danced passionately, fighting for domination. His hands travelled down and squeezed my arse. When we finally parted, we were both out of breath. I reached under his shirt and touched his muscled chest, sighing from pleasure. He smiled, seeing how he was affecting me and stepped away, taking off his shirt. He let me stare at him in awe for a second, before reaching for my own top.
He undressed me in haste, like a teeneger with gentle, shaking yet quick hands. I was standing bare before him, I didn’t even feel the need to cover myself. I was a professional escort, and he was my client, he had the right to see all of me.
He kissed me again, cupping my right breast with his hand. I moaned into his mouth, when he squeezed it harder, which prompted him to gently pinch my nipple.
Soon after he stopped kissing me, I pushed him away. He looked at me with confusion, but I only smiled in return. I led him to the bed and made him sit on it. Then, I got rid of his trousers, and his cock sprung to life, standing up proud and ready to be ridden. I put a condom on him and I took a step closer, standing directly over his lap, and once again connected our lips, slowly sitting down on his manhood at the same time. I felt his member filling me entirely and moaned from pleasure. I missed it more than I thought.
Alexander grabbed my hips, but he let me control the pace. I kept moving slowly, I wanted to prolong this as long as possible.
I felt too good and my moans grew louder as I ignored my earlier commitment, and sped up.
We finished at the same time, me digging my nails into his shoulders and moaning loudly, and him jerking his hips uncontrollably. After we came, I didn’t move, kissing him again instead. This time our kiss was slower, more restrained, as we didn’t want to get aroused again. We parted, both smiling widely, and I finally stood up.
“So, we’re going back to weekly meetings?” I asked cheekily.
“I suppose, why wouldn’t we?” he winked at me.
Men like him make being a professional escort very rewarding and I loved that.
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