Like many incall and outcall escort girls in London, Lisa really enjoyed the finer things in life. She liked champagne, and fine wines, good food and culture. But, to her mind, one of the things that truly defined the connoisseur of high class living was a taste for the small rituals of the good life.
So she was tremendously excited when she got a call from the boss of her high class London escort agency telling that a client had made a two hour outcall booking, and wanted to take her for afternoon tea at a very upmarket London hotel. The thought of all those cucumber sandwiches and cream scones - with maybe a little naughty fun thrown in for good measure - was almost more than the sexy young escort girl could bear.
As she clattered up the front steps of the hotel in her high heels the cute young escort ran through her mental cuteness checklist. She was well used to both incalls and outcalls these days, but the 21-year-old hottie still understood the value of being a perfectionist. She was certainly very attractive - five foot five, and a slim size 8 with a neat 32c bust she had the kind of body that men love, and her cute face, penetrating green eyes and browny-red bobbed hair set off the body perfectly. She was wearing a suit - as was appropriate for such a high-class venue. As she walked through the lobby she briefly stopped to check her makeup in one of the huge, baroque mirrors that were positioned on the walls.
When Lisa shimmied through into the lounge she was immediately scooped up by her client, Andrew, and guided gently to a table in the corner. He was a tall, well-built, urbane man in his early fifties, who has an air of professionalism about him, and looked like he might have played rugby in his younger days - a Harley Street surgeon, she thought, or maybe a barrister. He was, at any rate, the very model of politeness, and very soon the two of them were sipping Earl Grey and munching on sandwiches, talking about the goings on of central London like they had known each other all their lives.
However, the sexy young incall and outcall escort knew that middle-aged men didn't book London escort girls just so they could talk about the squirrels in St. James' Park. After the sandwiches, Andrew suggested they took the next course in a private lounge he had booked. Getting rapidly turned on, the sexy young escort girl followed her client up the stairs and into the plush lounge. A waiter was behind them; he left tea and scones on a small vanity table and then hurriedly made his exit - clearly he knew Andrew and he knew what was about to happen.
The private lounge enjoyed a great view over St. James' Park through a large bay window. Lisa went to admire it, and right away Andrew was behind her, putting his hands on her hips and running them up and down her body, feeling her slim lines encased in the smart suit. Lisa, who like most London escorts became sexually aroused very quickly and easily, began to breathe deeply. Andrew was clearly getting pretty well turned-on, too, as Lisa could feel the strong throb of his erection pushing against her. Without changing position or turning around, the sexy London escort girl hitched her skirt up around her waist. As usual, she was knickerless, so her cute arse was exposed. By shuffling her feet apart and angling her torso forward a little she was able to offer Andrew her pussy with ease. It was an offer he was more than willing to take up.
Unzipping his trousers, he pulled out his cock. If Lisa had been able to see it she would have been delighted: long and strong, it was exactly the sort of prick she loved to feel inside her during London incalls and outcalls. However, she was about to get the opportunity to experience exactly what Andrew could do with it. He lined up the head of his cock with her labia and drove in deep. The young escort girl gasped and shuddered as she felt her client's meat penetrate all the way inside her on the first thrust.
Andrew fucked her hard but slow, taking time over each stroke and pushing deep inside her, savouring the sensation of his dick being gripped and squeezed by the escort girl's tight young pussy. She was so tight, in fact, that Andrew had to double check that he hadn't slid into her arse by mistake. The only thing that reassured him that he was in fact buried in the cute young escort girl's pussy was the abundant amount of lovejuice she was producing, and which was even now dripping out of her pussy and running down his scrotum.
Stimulated by this slight tickling, he began to fuck faster. Grasping Lisa by the pelvis, he hammered inside her, reaching with his other hand to deftly unbutton her shirt and push his hand inside, next to her flesh, and then quickly into the right cup of her bra, feeling the softness of her breast flesh and the hardness of the nipple on top of it. After a few more final, driven thrusts he came, pumping gout after gout of hot cum inside the call girl's sweet wet pussy.
She had not come, of course, and now she turned round to face Andrew, dishevelled and flushed. She grasped his still stiff cock and used it to lead him, slowly and gently, towards the sofa.
