I'd been intrigued by Lydia for some time now. I mean, who wouldn't be, by a tall (5'9") slender model? I read her ads, web site, and Twitter account with interest. In them, she shows brains, an attention to detail, and an articulate style that I found compelling. It certainly didn't hurt that she had lived and worked for some time in Vancouver. I've been lucky enough to find plenty of good Winnipeg ladies in my time. But I'd also come to see on my visits to Vancouver that possibly due to the huge selection of local talent, that the standards there were pretty high.
She clearly emphasizes her domme services, but she also offers the kind of GFE that I usually pursue. So back in May, shortly after she updated her Leolist ad, I sent her a nice little email introducing myself. I waited for a response. And waited. And waited. I never did get a response. I wasn't upset. Perhaps there was a glitch, and she never got it. In any case, the delay made me a little hesitant to see anyone new during this pandemic, so perhaps it was just as well. I let the matter drop and I didn't follow up.
Fast forward to very recently. I took a look around to see who was around and interesting, and I came up blank. I saw that Lydia had posted a new ad on Leolist recently and I thought I'd give her another try. So not knowing whether she preferred texts or emails, I thought I'd try a text this time. I got a reply a couple of hours later and I had the bad luck to get it when I was already in a long meeting. So when I got out, I responded and I have to admit I wondered if I'd get a timely response. I asked to make a booking for the next day and she responded a few hours later that she was already committed for most of that day. I figuratively shrugged, told her I'd try again another time, and went about my business.
The next morning, I got a text. Her plans had changed. Did I still want to meet close to my originally requested time? As I didn't have any other plans, I eagerly agreed. She gave me her approximate location and as I was parking, she texted asking me if I was close by, one minute before our time. I plugged the meter, buzzed her code, and rode the elevator up.
I knocked, and she greeted me at the door in a black long-sleeved bodysuit. We hugged, and she remarked that I was handsome. I told her she was pretty easy on the eyes herself. She was tall and leggy, wore light makeup. Her face was interesting. She was pretty to be sure. She definitely had the kind of intriguing facial features that would be memorable as a model. I found her to be pretty ethnically indeterminate. I would have been hard pressed to tell whether she was Mediterranean, Eastern European, or had a background from somewhere else. She hails from Winnipeg originally and so her accent gave no hints of her ethnicity.
No matter. I was glad to finally meet her. She asked me to take a shower and even though I had taken one right before I headed down, I took another one to put her mind at ease. I left the envelope in a prominent location and closed the bathroom door behind me. I was promptly defeated by the shower controls, which didn't appear to do anything, and I had to ask her to bail me out. She came in, one eye made up, and ran the shower for me, trying not to make me feel embarrassed. It's all good, I guess. This sort of thing keeps me humble.
I came out, towel wrapped around me. She put on some tall, tall stilettos and she towered over me. Her nipples were right at my face height. The original bust in the mouth. We chatted a moment about the view out her window, and with very little convincing necessary she moved me over to her bed.
I noted earlier in this review that I'd found the standards for Vancouver ladies to be generally pretty good. Lydia certainly didn't disappoint there. She was responsive, skilled, and oh so very diligent. She was sensual and I thought our styles were a pretty good fit. She was relaxed and at ease, both with herself and with me. And oh, that oral. My heart races now as I'm thinking about it.
Though what we did was pretty solidly vanilla, I could tell that she might easily convince me to sample some of her kinkier skills. I can only imagine what fun we might get up to. Perhaps on future visits. And I'm sure that there will be future visits, although I definitely get the impression that she leads a very full life outside of this one. Our short notice meeting today was out of the norm by her admission, and I also have to remember to leave extra time for communication as even a next day booking might not be possible. But I will definitely keep trying, for she is well worthwhile.
She clearly emphasizes her domme services, but she also offers the kind of GFE that I usually pursue. So back in May, shortly after she updated her Leolist ad, I sent her a nice little email introducing myself. I waited for a response. And waited. And waited. I never did get a response. I wasn't upset. Perhaps there was a glitch, and she never got it. In any case, the delay made me a little hesitant to see anyone new during this pandemic, so perhaps it was just as well. I let the matter drop and I didn't follow up.
Fast forward to very recently. I took a look around to see who was around and interesting, and I came up blank. I saw that Lydia had posted a new ad on Leolist recently and I thought I'd give her another try. So not knowing whether she preferred texts or emails, I thought I'd try a text this time. I got a reply a couple of hours later and I had the bad luck to get it when I was already in a long meeting. So when I got out, I responded and I have to admit I wondered if I'd get a timely response. I asked to make a booking for the next day and she responded a few hours later that she was already committed for most of that day. I figuratively shrugged, told her I'd try again another time, and went about my business.
The next morning, I got a text. Her plans had changed. Did I still want to meet close to my originally requested time? As I didn't have any other plans, I eagerly agreed. She gave me her approximate location and as I was parking, she texted asking me if I was close by, one minute before our time. I plugged the meter, buzzed her code, and rode the elevator up.
I knocked, and she greeted me at the door in a black long-sleeved bodysuit. We hugged, and she remarked that I was handsome. I told her she was pretty easy on the eyes herself. She was tall and leggy, wore light makeup. Her face was interesting. She was pretty to be sure. She definitely had the kind of intriguing facial features that would be memorable as a model. I found her to be pretty ethnically indeterminate. I would have been hard pressed to tell whether she was Mediterranean, Eastern European, or had a background from somewhere else. She hails from Winnipeg originally and so her accent gave no hints of her ethnicity.
No matter. I was glad to finally meet her. She asked me to take a shower and even though I had taken one right before I headed down, I took another one to put her mind at ease. I left the envelope in a prominent location and closed the bathroom door behind me. I was promptly defeated by the shower controls, which didn't appear to do anything, and I had to ask her to bail me out. She came in, one eye made up, and ran the shower for me, trying not to make me feel embarrassed. It's all good, I guess. This sort of thing keeps me humble.
I came out, towel wrapped around me. She put on some tall, tall stilettos and she towered over me. Her nipples were right at my face height. The original bust in the mouth. We chatted a moment about the view out her window, and with very little convincing necessary she moved me over to her bed.
I noted earlier in this review that I'd found the standards for Vancouver ladies to be generally pretty good. Lydia certainly didn't disappoint there. She was responsive, skilled, and oh so very diligent. She was sensual and I thought our styles were a pretty good fit. She was relaxed and at ease, both with herself and with me. And oh, that oral. My heart races now as I'm thinking about it.
Though what we did was pretty solidly vanilla, I could tell that she might easily convince me to sample some of her kinkier skills. I can only imagine what fun we might get up to. Perhaps on future visits. And I'm sure that there will be future visits, although I definitely get the impression that she leads a very full life outside of this one. Our short notice meeting today was out of the norm by her admission, and I also have to remember to leave extra time for communication as even a next day booking might not be possible. But I will definitely keep trying, for she is well worthwhile.
