Some guys are ashamed of paying for escort services and try to make the experience seem real. Chris was one of them. He wanted to create a role play story that we met online and flirt for a while before meeting, almost like GFE. I was curious about this idea, since I’ve never tried online dating and it seemed like an arousing foreplay. After we negotiated the pay for this peculiar request, we started texting. It was Sunday when we started, and we were supposed to meet next Saturday.
I was scrolling through my phone when a message from Chris popped up. Tonight, he seemed particularly flirty, probably because the weekend was right around the corner. Not that I minded — I was in the mood for some fun, and Chris had a way of making me feel like the centre of his world, a sexy one at that.
Hey, what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone on a Friday night? I read and smiled; I was getting anxious about our upcoming meet-up as well.
I decided to stay cheeky and replied: Waiting for someone interesting to come along…
In the same tone, he texted, Careful what you wish for. I might just show up.
Who says I’m waiting for you? I replied, snickering to myself.
The playful banter continued, each message more suggestive than the last. I could almost feel the heat rising between us, even though we still had to wait. After a few minutes, he suggested meeting.
Let’s get a coffee tomorrow he texted. There’s that café near your place, isn’t there?
It wasn’t even a question, more like a statement. Initially, he told me that he’s rather shy, but with me, he could be sure I’d say yes, which was clearly showing. I agreed, and we set the time for 8 PM. I glanced at the clock; less than 24 hours of wait.
We texted some more before going to sleep, I even sent him a picture of my boobs in a frisky bra, which he loved.
The next day, at 7 PM, I started getting ready. The café was merely 3 minutes away, so I had plenty of time. I threw on a simple dress, something that clung to my curves without looking like I was trying too hard. A touch of lipstick, a quick fluff of my hair, and I was out the door. I decided to skip underwear, even though my drawer has been full of sexy, frisky lingerie since I became a professional escort. A man like Chris will definitely appreciate the lack of extra layer.
The café was warm and inviting, with low lighting and soft music playing in the background. I spotted Chris at a corner table, and he looked up as I approached, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he said, standing up to give me a quick hug. His hand lingered on my waist just a second longer than necessary, sending a small thrill through me.
“Hi,” I replied, sliding into the seat across from him. His eyes sparkled with mischief as we started chatting. The conversation flowed easily, with each of us throwing out playful, ambiguous sentences that could be taken in multiple ways. It was like a foreplay, we were feeling each other out and checking our reactions.
“Do you always look this good when you’re meeting someone for coffee?” he asked, leaning forward slightly.
“Only when I know the company’s worth it,” I shot back, sending him a look from underneath my eyelashes.
He grinned, clearly enjoying the game we were playing. We spent the next hour flirting back and forth, each of us testing the other’s limits without crossing any lines. Finally, I decided it was time to take the reins.
I leaned in and suggested, “How about we take this conversation somewhere more private?”
Chris didn’t need to be asked twice. We paid the bill and headed back to my place, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.
Once inside, I led him to the couch. We sat down, close but not touching, the air buzzing with anticipation. For a moment, we just looked at each other, as if we both didn’t know what to do next. Our sudden clumsiness helped to keep the GFE role play alive.
“So,” I said, breaking the silence, “tell me something I don’t know about you.”
He smirked, eyes glinting. “I’m full of surprises. But why spoil the fun by telling?”
I laughed softly. “I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself then.”
His arm ended up around my waist and seconds later our lips connected. He pulled me closer, and we started making out. I swiftly moved onto his lap, my legs on either of his sides.
His hands wandered under my dress and squeezed my buttocks. I couldn’t breathe, so I stopped the kiss. He laughed, seeing how breathless I was, but his snicker abruptly stopped when I pulled down my dress straps and exposed my bare chest.
Chris attacked my nipples with his mouth, sucking, kissing and licking the sensitive area, making me moan and squirm on his lap.
He slid his hands up and down my thighs and arse, and everywhere he touched me, a fire under my skin lingered. Then, he moved his hands onto my hips, gently guiding me to move on his lap. I could feel his hard cock pressing on my left buttock for a while now, so I decided to let him lead. At first, he moved my back, to my disappointment. He undid his bottoms and pulled his hard member out. Finally, the foreplay and games were over.
Earlier, when he texted that his “big friend” wanted to meet me, I took it as a joke, every man says he’s gifted. But now, I believed him. I watched with awe as the full, impressive length stretched in front of me. He looked pleased with my reaction and pulled on a condom.
“Ready, baby?” he asked, planting a couple of pecks on my neck and cheek.
I nodded, blushing from impatience and arousal.
Chris gently guided his cock inside me, going slowly, yet steady and stopping once he was all inside. We maintained eye-contact all the time, another charming and erotic aspect of GFE role play.
I started moving, and we kissed again, our bodies moving in a perfect sync. One of his hands slid down to my arse, making sure I don’t fall back. His left hand went in between us and he began touching my clitoris. It was a pleasant surprise, he seemed not only skilled but also insistent that I have pleasure as well. Of course, I didn’t need much to come, with a huge and thick cock as his. With every move, I felt it completely filling me up and pressing on all the right spots. It was made for me, or at least, so I felt at that moment.
After I came twice, I could barely stay sitting up straight, so he pushed me off to lie on the couch. He pulled my left leg, the one close to the couch, on his shoulder, and entered me again. This time, he wasn’t holding back, pushing it all inside at one go. That caused me to come again, spasming on his member and moaning uncontrollably. I was always vocal, this is why I was so successful in my professional escort career — I didn’t even have to fake it. However, this time, when I felt him going balls deep and out at a fast pace, I literally screamed from pleasure. I begged him to go harder, faster, more, anything to finally satisfy me.
My clitoris started hurting from the amount of orgasms that I had, and my legs were shaking. Chris finally slowed down and we both calmly finished. My throat was on fire, I yelled so much it hurt every time I swallowed.
“Same time next week?” he asked, breathing heavily.
His cock was still inside me, although it was flaccid now, none of us had the strength to move.
“Yes, please,” I croaked quietly, which earned me another juicy kiss.
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