Christa was English, though a lot of people, noticing only her name and her light blonde hair, assumed she was Scandinavian or German. Because she was relatively softly-spoken and the type of girl to keep her mouth shut unless she had something important or intelligent to say, this vague sense of foreignness stuck to her, even among her friends.
Christa may have been quiet, but she wasn't shy. In fact, she was immensely confident in herself. Which is why, when she ran short of cash during her time as a student, she decided to take on not one, but two jobs. She had faith in her own ability to do both brilliantly and not let them interfere with her studies.
Two afternoons a week she worked in a central London branch of a major chain coffee bar as a barista. Three evenings a week she worked as a sexy elite callgirl for an elite London escort agency. Christa was ideally suited to both roles. They both required her to be charming, professional and sexy - though, admittedly, to different degrees. In both jobs she was enormously helped by her extreme good looks. Christa was 5' 8", with long brown hair, a sexy face and a curvy 34c figure. She had deep blue eyes, a warm complexion and very full, red lips which drove men wild.
Because of her good looks, and her intelligence and education, she very quickly put together a very impressive list of regular clients, most of them businessmen and City executives who liked to spend some quality time with a sexy 19-year-old call girl. It didn't take long for one of them to realize that Christa the sexy escort girl was also Christa the barista from the coffee house near his office.
His name was Andy, and he had a kinky imagination. After a few dates with Christa, he decided he wanted to have a 'quickie' with her at her coffee house. She took a little persuading, but she was an adventurous kind of girl and eventually decided that it sounded like fun. Andy stipulated that he didn't want the encounter to take place in her break or anything lame like that, but actually when she was supposed to be working and somewhere where there was a risk of them being caught.
The next day he walked into the coffee house and ordered and Americano. Christa was serving, wearing her uniform of tight black shirt, black trousers and a small apron around her waist. The two made eye-contact, but nothing more: Andy knew from the glint he saw in her eye that she was up for it, and, as instructed, was wearing no panties underneath her trousers. After a moment or two of standing at the bar sipping his drink, he asked one of the other baristas about the location of the loo. This was the signal to Christa that she should get ready to get fucked.
A few moments later Andy was in a cubicle in the toilet. He'd only been there a couple of moments when the door opened and Christa walked in. She looked in his eyes and smiled coyly, biting her bottom lip. His instructions to her had been that, although this was only a quickie fuck, he wanted her fully naked. Accordingly, there was no time to waste; as soon as the door was closed behind her Christa pulled off her apron. Her shirt was next, revealing a black lacy bra, which quickly came off to reveal her pert, sexy, brown-nippled breasts. Finally, she kicked off her flat shoes and pulled off her trousers. True to her orders, she was entirely pantie-less, and, Andy was pleased to note, had taken the time to fully shave her pussy.
Andy smiled, and gently put his hands on the sexy young escort's waist. He exerted minimal pressure, and turned her around slowly, admiring her slimness, the smoothness of her skin and the lovely swell of her perty young breasts. Carefully, he moved her around so she was facing away from him, towards the seat of the loo. He put his head close to the back of hers and kissed her neck, moving gently upwards towards her ear, lifting her hair out of the way as he went. After running his tongue around the rim of her ear - he felt her tremble with pleasure at the touch of it - he whispered: 'bend over, sweetheart - I'm going to fuck you from behind.'
Ever obedient, Christa did exactly as she was told, bending right over and resting her hands against the smooth, cool porcelain of the cistern. Behind her, Andy eased her thighs apart gently, running her hands between them until she got the message and moved her feet. He moved his hand upwards until he encountered the soft, fuzzy peach of her perfectly-formed pussy. Slightly parting the outer labia, he dipped the very tip of his finger inside and found to his satisfaction that the sexy young escort girl was as wet as could be.
Knowing there wasn't a moment to lose, Andy unzipped his trousers and got out his long, thick cock. Steadying the cute young escort's rear end with a firm hand on her waist, he rolled back his foreskin with the other hand and bent his knees slightly, moving between her legs until he felt the tip of his cock brushing the light, damp fur of her pussy. Sure that he was in the right spot, he swiftly straighted his legs, driving his cock deep inside the young call girl all in one go and making her gasp with pleasure.
There wasn't much time, and although Andy's primary aim was to shoot the thick load of spunk he had been saving up inside Christa's tight wetness, he wanted, if he could, to bring her to orgasm too. There was no time for warming up. He thrust hard and deep, pushing upwards with each thrust so that the gasping callgirl was very nearly lifted off her feet. he put his hands in the crook of her waist, enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy wrapping itself around his cock and pushing hard inside her, trying to get as deep in as he could.
Within about a minute he was ready to come, and so was sexy escort Christa. Timing it carefully, he suddenly hit the young escort with a barrage of really hard, deep pushes, thrusting the tip of his cock as deep into the hot damp depths of her pussy as it would go. As Christa came, so did Andy, his legs nearly giving way as he pumped out a week's worth of cum.
Within seconds Christa had spun round, kissed him on the lips and was getting dressed - time to get back to work!
