She greeted me at the door with a cheerful smile and enthusiam beaming from her face, like a long-lost friend. We hugged and kissd lightly, as she gently guided me with her hand across the hardwood floor of her room.
I had booked well in advance, with eager anticipation, but ached for her embrace acutely by Sunday. I was really frazzled now. I live in Winnipeg, which means it isn't a Saturday downtown until your car has been broken into. For me, it's the fourth time.
I needed to get laid!
She looked......gorgeous. Logan is tall, and has the bearing of a runway model, and with her stiletto heels on she reached my height, looking into my eyes with her baby blues. Her face is perfectly balanced, with a strong jaw and bedroom eyes. She leaned back a bit from me, smiling coquettishly. She wore an electric blue push-up bra, a matching blue sheer teddy, black sheer suspender crotchless pantyhose and a teenie weenie black thong. She did something a little different, her blonde hair was in a tight bun. She even briefly turned around teasingly, showing off her naked heart-shaped buns, framed by the black panty hose.
My member pulsed involuntarily; my mind just briefly concussed as I took in what I saw. As she leaned back against the walI I thought: what a great picture: A Vargas pin-up girl!
I managed to finally collect myself (I hope I didn't drool in front of her) and we got talking. She talked brightly as I tried to say a few witty things, multitasking as I opened and pored a bottle of Lindeman's Cabernet Sauvignon-Merlot into two wine glasses and snuck glances of her body, looking up and down.
I handed her a glass and we clinked them, toasting the day. I placed my hand on one of her cheeks and guided her over to the bed.
Logan is smart, and a great conversationalist. She was actually happy to be back in River City (after an earlier bad experience) and had even gotten out to the nearby shopping mall. Growing up a US Army brat, I discovered she had traveled practically everywhere I had been, and more. We talked about our mutual appreciation of Calgary and just how Toronto was struggling these days.
I felt over-dressed sitting next to her so I disrobed, and pored us more vino. We kissed lightly as we sipped the wine. I reached around behind her to unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor.
My masseur skills had been getting rusty and wanted to practice them again. "Would you like a deep tissue massage?" (what woman would say No?) She giggled eagerly and quickly stripped down. (She looked so...edible...in her lingerie it was almost a shame to take it off of her). I rolled her naked body onto the queen-size bed, putting her face down with her head on the ample pillows. She purred.
I had brought some baby oil, and worked it into her back, buttocks, shoulders and arms. I thought: "I should have booked her longer to give her the full experience". Shiatsu-style acupressure down one side of the spine, then the other. I then pushed down firmly and systematically into each muscle group on her back. She squirmed ever so slightly with pleasure and delight. I massaged her back with my chest, brushing her derriere just lightly with my cock as I moved, up and down.
I turned her over and parted her legs gently. "I know what Logan likes". 'You sure do!", she whispered coyly. I played and teased her with my tongue, taking her up to the edge and then moving my mouth away, over to one leg, then the other. I played with her breasts at the same time, teasing her with different sensations in diffrerent places. I increased the intensity, randomness and teasing, watching her eyes closed, her soft panting becoming faster and faster, sweat starting to bead on her torso as she writhed on the bed more sinewously. Climactically, her back arched sharply as her legs clamped together (ouch!) and she let out a cry.
"Do you need a rest?', I inquired. "Just a short one", she said. "Now it's your turn!".
I rolled over and she dove in with the energy of a religous zealot. Her head bobbed up and down, demandingly of my turgid manliness. I saw her fabulous heart-shaped ass up in the air, like the sun on the horizon, as she concentrated on the task at hand. "This is what heaven is going to be like.", I said to her as I caressed her back and shoulders.
"I want you inside me! Let's do it.", she shouted excitedly. I reached over to the night table where she had conveniently left five condoms. (What optimism!). Slipping one on, I pulled her body across the bed, parted her looooonnng legs and impaled her with my now-throbbing rocket.
We convulsed savagedly together. "Faster" she cried, "I'm going to cum!". Her back arched...again...and she stretched her arms up and smiled.
"Roll over", I said urgently, as I grabbed her hips and moved her. I mounted her doggie-style and pumped her like a crazed weasel, my head exploding with orgasmic fire as I let out a howl to the ceiling.
I fell to the bed. I would have fainted if I had stood up just then. She reached over for more wine and, as I regained my mental faculites, we talked and both drank a little more.
I showered, got dressed and collected the wine glases. We hugged and talked somemore, and then said our good-byes. Not sure if she will ever be back.
L: 9
A: 10
S: 10
Atmosphere: 9
A wonderful time with a wonderful woman!
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No special favours or discounts offered, accepted, asked for or received for this review.
I had booked well in advance, with eager anticipation, but ached for her embrace acutely by Sunday. I was really frazzled now. I live in Winnipeg, which means it isn't a Saturday downtown until your car has been broken into. For me, it's the fourth time.
I needed to get laid!
She looked......gorgeous. Logan is tall, and has the bearing of a runway model, and with her stiletto heels on she reached my height, looking into my eyes with her baby blues. Her face is perfectly balanced, with a strong jaw and bedroom eyes. She leaned back a bit from me, smiling coquettishly. She wore an electric blue push-up bra, a matching blue sheer teddy, black sheer suspender crotchless pantyhose and a teenie weenie black thong. She did something a little different, her blonde hair was in a tight bun. She even briefly turned around teasingly, showing off her naked heart-shaped buns, framed by the black panty hose.
My member pulsed involuntarily; my mind just briefly concussed as I took in what I saw. As she leaned back against the walI I thought: what a great picture: A Vargas pin-up girl!
I managed to finally collect myself (I hope I didn't drool in front of her) and we got talking. She talked brightly as I tried to say a few witty things, multitasking as I opened and pored a bottle of Lindeman's Cabernet Sauvignon-Merlot into two wine glasses and snuck glances of her body, looking up and down.
I handed her a glass and we clinked them, toasting the day. I placed my hand on one of her cheeks and guided her over to the bed.
Logan is smart, and a great conversationalist. She was actually happy to be back in River City (after an earlier bad experience) and had even gotten out to the nearby shopping mall. Growing up a US Army brat, I discovered she had traveled practically everywhere I had been, and more. We talked about our mutual appreciation of Calgary and just how Toronto was struggling these days.
I felt over-dressed sitting next to her so I disrobed, and pored us more vino. We kissed lightly as we sipped the wine. I reached around behind her to unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor.
My masseur skills had been getting rusty and wanted to practice them again. "Would you like a deep tissue massage?" (what woman would say No?) She giggled eagerly and quickly stripped down. (She looked so...edible...in her lingerie it was almost a shame to take it off of her). I rolled her naked body onto the queen-size bed, putting her face down with her head on the ample pillows. She purred.
I had brought some baby oil, and worked it into her back, buttocks, shoulders and arms. I thought: "I should have booked her longer to give her the full experience". Shiatsu-style acupressure down one side of the spine, then the other. I then pushed down firmly and systematically into each muscle group on her back. She squirmed ever so slightly with pleasure and delight. I massaged her back with my chest, brushing her derriere just lightly with my cock as I moved, up and down.
I turned her over and parted her legs gently. "I know what Logan likes". 'You sure do!", she whispered coyly. I played and teased her with my tongue, taking her up to the edge and then moving my mouth away, over to one leg, then the other. I played with her breasts at the same time, teasing her with different sensations in diffrerent places. I increased the intensity, randomness and teasing, watching her eyes closed, her soft panting becoming faster and faster, sweat starting to bead on her torso as she writhed on the bed more sinewously. Climactically, her back arched sharply as her legs clamped together (ouch!) and she let out a cry.
"Do you need a rest?', I inquired. "Just a short one", she said. "Now it's your turn!".
I rolled over and she dove in with the energy of a religous zealot. Her head bobbed up and down, demandingly of my turgid manliness. I saw her fabulous heart-shaped ass up in the air, like the sun on the horizon, as she concentrated on the task at hand. "This is what heaven is going to be like.", I said to her as I caressed her back and shoulders.
"I want you inside me! Let's do it.", she shouted excitedly. I reached over to the night table where she had conveniently left five condoms. (What optimism!). Slipping one on, I pulled her body across the bed, parted her looooonnng legs and impaled her with my now-throbbing rocket.
We convulsed savagedly together. "Faster" she cried, "I'm going to cum!". Her back arched...again...and she stretched her arms up and smiled.
"Roll over", I said urgently, as I grabbed her hips and moved her. I mounted her doggie-style and pumped her like a crazed weasel, my head exploding with orgasmic fire as I let out a howl to the ceiling.
I fell to the bed. I would have fainted if I had stood up just then. She reached over for more wine and, as I regained my mental faculites, we talked and both drank a little more.
I showered, got dressed and collected the wine glases. We hugged and talked somemore, and then said our good-byes. Not sure if she will ever be back.
L: 9
A: 10
S: 10
Atmosphere: 9
A wonderful time with a wonderful woman!
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No special favours or discounts offered, accepted, asked for or received for this review.
