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I am a fan of novel places to have sex. Usually, for most escorts in London activity takes place in a hotel room, or a bedroom, the odd sofa, or kitchen table, but my date had a very discreet garden in a plush part of Chelsea. The decked patio area was actually covered with varying types of palms and ferns. The two loungers were in the midst of the greenery, with two patio heaters switched on. I still wore my cashmere sweater, wool skirt and stiletto boots. The chill was slightly too much for nudity, so I wasn’t expecting anything to happen really.
I was sipping wine with Ryan, a stockbroker, who was seemingly having a difficult personal time. His girlfriend had hooked up with his much-younger step-brother after a family party, and was still in a state of shock. I needed to read carefully. This guy was edgy and sexy, but when you threw in this kind of trouble and sexual frustration, then it was bound to boil over but hey nothing that a good escort can't handle.
Boil over it did. Ryan was looking at my lips, with a smile playing on his own. His eyes trailed down to my cleavage, and without a word, he put his wine glass down on the table and came over to stand beside me. As he unzipped his jeans, he shot a look over his shoulder, but then didn’t seem to care, as he revealed his erection. He pulled up my skirt and smiled at my hold-ups and scanty, see-through knickers approach.
“Out here, and I don’t care if anyone can see my arse or not,” he whispered, as he knelt suddenly and slid a finger into my pussy. “That’s nice, you’re already wet,” he sighed. I replied, “Well, it looks like I’m the only one who can’t see that gorgeous, toned bottom of yours,” and giggled, as I put my wine glass down.
He turned, so I could stroke his cheeks. “Very nice,” I whispered as I sat forward and let my hot breath mingle with the cool air and breathed over his bottom. I eased his jeans down, until he turned and let me stroke his length. As he pulled me up and on top of him, he raised my skirt so my bottom was on view. Are all escort chicks in London as good as you? “Spread your legs for me, so I can see your pussy from behind?” Then he added quickly, “Please.”
I did as he requested and realised that if anyone if look out of their bedroom window they could see everything between my legs. I actually didn’t care!
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