One of the great things about being an escort is the relatively large amount of free time it gives you. Alice, a sexy young Australian escort working for a large and well-respected London escort agency, made use of this to the full. She was, she would freely admit, something of a culture vulture, and liked nothing better than to spend time exploring the galleries and museums of London.
She was also exceptionally attractive and sexy. She was of medium height, with short, black hair that was styled into downward-pointing spikes as it reached the nape of her neck. She had lovely clear skin, her cheeks flushed with just the vaguest hint of rose, a cute snub nose and sparkling blue eyes. The rest of her wasn't bad, either: she has a slim body which she habitually squeezed into a short, tight pencil skirt. She favoured dark, tight-fitting tops, too. Although her breasts weren't huge, the young escort found that her respectable b-cup was greatly enhanced by a good bra and a tight top. Unleashed, her breasts were so perfectly formed that actually looked bigger than they were. Several of her clients who professed themselves to be breast men had actually been won over to the "small is beautiful" brigade by Alice's perfect tits.
One of Alice's favourite clients was Jeff, a sexy American businessman who booked her for an outcall appointment about once a month. The main reason the young brunette liked Jeff - apart from his long cock, his wide sexual experience and his habit of lifting her off her feet and pushing her up against a wall when he fucked her - was the fact that he was as cultured and educated as she was. Most times, when they had an outcall date, Jeff would book her for four hours, or even for an overnight appointment, and before they started getting intimate he would take her to one of the major London galleries or museums so they could both have a look round and satisfy their intellectual urges before they got stuck into dealing with their sexual ones.
On this particular day, there was a rather greater time constraint. Jeff had an evening reception with some important clients, but a free afternoon; he rang Alice's escort agency and made a two hour outcall booking, arranging to meet her that afternoon outside Tate Britain on the South Bank, which was a conveniently short trip over the river from his office in the City. When they met he was wearing his suit and Alice her usual get-up of tight skirt and tight top. For some reason - half unconscious, it seemed at the time - she had opted to do without tights (she wasn't a stockings girl, unless work absolutely demanded it) and, after a few moments' thought, pants as well.
So it was that the sexy incall and outcall escort girl and her client walked into the huge Gallery, her without her knickers and him with a growing erection.
They did the usual thing: bummed around, checkout their favourite pieces and had a quick look around the exhibitions that had launched for the new season. This was all well and good, but it was the sort of activity that was usually carried on in the full knowledge that they were about to fuck like bunnies in Jeff's hotel room, apartment or (as on one occasion) over the glass desk in his office.
On this particular day there was to be no such fun and games, and the thought of a sexless outcall appointment was clearly preying both of their minds. After a while, Alice felt Jeff's hand running its way discreetly over her backside. In an instant, his head was next to hers, as if trying to share the view of the painting they were looking at. Instead, he was murmuring in her ear: "shall we find somewhere quiet, so I can fuck you?"
Alice's tight pussy, already wet, went into moistness overdrive. Instinctively, she moved her hand down and discreetly sought out the bulge of Jeff's cock. It was huge - almost busting through his trousers. She smiled to herself, then, briskly, began to walk down the corridor. Jeff followed her.
She knew the perfect place. In one of the more remote galleries there was an exhibition of work by a moderately obscure British artists who specialised in installations - large, solid works of art that had to be fitted into the room they were being exhibited. One particular piece consisted of a room full of differently-sized blocks, each of them larger than a man. This is where the horny young London outcall escort was taking her client.
As soon as they were safely hidden behind one of the larger blocks, Alice found a smaller one, bent over it and lifted her skirt. As always, Jeff was struck by the creamy beauty of her arse, and couldn't resist reaching between her legs to feel the smoothness of her pussy. He didn't hang about feeling it for long, however, but whipped out his cock and, taking just a second to line it up with those familiar labia, drove deep inside the sexy London callgirl.
He fucked her hard, pushing her almost right to the other side of the block she was bent over. When she came it was as quietly as she could, simultaneous with Jeff shooting a thick load of hot cum inside her.
