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Sadie was waiting for me at the restaurant and I could only apologise as I forgot to book my taxi well in advance. Fifteen minutes late isn’t a good start for a bisexual London escort, and I was sure she was annoyed.
I looked into her dark brown eyes as she ordered the wine. I nudged her foot suggestively. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
Sadie looked at me and a mischievous look passed across her pretty features. “I think you’ll have to make it up to me between the starter and the main course, never mind later.”
I wasn’t sure quite what she meant, but by then the starters had arrived. I had ordered the scallop, with Jerusalem artichoke, truffle and white asparagus. Sadie was served quail with a puree. Mine was delicious, and we chatted about her work as a high-end New York lawyer. She was only here in West London for a few days, but she was sassy, pretty and up for a good time. There was no mention of her partner, or if she had one.
As soon as the starter was finished, Sadie wiped her mouth with her napkin and told me to go to the powder room and to fix my mascara as there was a mark on my nose. I knew she was fibbing from her naughty look. I wandered into the plush room and looked at my nose. There was nothing wrong, but Sadie came in and dragged me into a cubicle. There was no-one else around, and she lifted her skirt to reveal her neatly-trimmed pussy. She laughed quietly and pulled me down so that I was on eye-level. Her clit was just visible, enlarged and ready to lick. “Think of this as the amuse-bouche,” she whispered, as I separated her legs and kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh. Then I stuck out my tongue and circled her clit as she pushed forwards to make sure I had better access. I kept my tongue slow and licked carefully, feeling the nub harden. Then she moaned louder than any of the London escorts I’d been with, as I flicked carefully across the top, from side-to-side. As I moved faster and faster, I pushed a slender finger inside her pussy and moved both in tandem. Sadie soon came with a groan and quickly pulled down her skirt. “That was nice, but I need another three or four of those later, thanks.” I smiled, fixed myself and wandered back out. A girl after my own heart!
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