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I am posting a series of true stories about my encounters with “providers” around the country. I totally respect these women and in these stories have no intention of demeaning them.
I was scheduled for a trip to Cincinnati about a decade ago. It had been quite some time since I had been in Cincy, so I took to a well-known review site to find some ideas for companionship during my two weeks stay. I searched using my favorite variables “mature” and “shaved”. I don’t really know why I loved shaved women. I can assure you that it has nothing to do with little girls. In addition, I’m a “smoothy” myself.
I found a number of possible candidates and began to narrow the list. I finally settled on a woman named “Carla”. As I was to find out later, that is her real name.
I contacted Carla via email and got a quick answer accepting my offer of a three-hour date at my hotel. I gave her some basic information about me and we were all set. The date was three days down the road due to my work schedule at night. I told her I’d meet her in the lobby bar at 7:00 p.m. I knew she would be easy to identify from the pictures on her page of reviews. Blonde hair, middle aged. Perfect.
Finally, Saturday arrived. I ordered a snack tray and a couple of bottles of wine from room service to be delivered at 6:30 p.m. I was showered and freshly “smooth”, so it was a matter of waiting for the time to pass.
At about ten minutes before the appointed hour, I headed down to the bar. For a Saturday night, it was pretty quiet in the bar, with only a couple of tables being occupied. Since I had a couple of pictures of Carla, I spied her sitting at a table in the corner. However, she was not alone. She was with a man and they were chatting quietly. A bit confused, I walked over to the table. She didn’t know what I looked like, but surmised that I was her date. “Hi. Are you Steve?” I smiled and said, “Indeed, I am.” Her companion stood up, offered his hand, and said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Larry, Carla’s husband.” I’m pretty sure my heart didn’t actually stop, but the shock clearly registered on my face. He smiled and said, “You’re not the first guy to be surprised.”
We sat down and I’m sure my mouth was still agape trying to sort out what was happening. For a fleeting moment, I thought they were suggesting a threesome. Larry said that he and Carla have an understanding and that they were both fine with it. Larry went on to explain that he essentially asexual, but that Carla was very much into sex and needed a great deal of it. I think I was starting to regain my composure, so I asked them how they hooked up as a married couple. I’m a little blurry on the details, but it boiled down to the fact that they had known each other since grade school and they decided to get married. Neither of them was particularly interested in having children, so they were perfectly happy together.
My heart rate had pretty much returned to normal and we had a nice conversation about their life together. He made it clear the he loved her very much and wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. He said that he liked to bring Carla on her dates so that he could size up the guy. Apparently, I passed muster and Larry said he’d excuse himself so that we could proceed with the evening. He said he’d come back at 10 o’clock to pick her up. I volunteered to drive her home and save him the trip. He graciously accepted, winked at Carla, and left.
I told Carla about the snacks I had in the room and offered her a meal in the bar, if she preferred. She had made it clear that she was not a clock-watcher and that there was no hurry, but she said the snacks in the room were fine with her.
We stood up and, ever the gentleman, I pulled her chair out as she arose from the table. It became clear right away that she was rather short. I’d say about 5-2. I’m right at 6 feet tall.
We exited the bar and headed across the lobby to the elevators. She took my arm and away we went to the 12th floor. I must admit that I was still a bit gobsmacked by the events so far. She seemed to sense that and let out a little laugh. “Relax”, she said with a grin.
We got to the suite and went in. I took her coat and put it in the closet. It was then that I got my first look at her body. She was wearing a modest peasant-style dress, nylons, and flat shoes. She walked into the room, stood by the TV, and did a little twirl “What do you think?”, she said with an impish grin on her face. “I think I won the lottery, my dear!”
I mentioned that she’s vertically challenged, but what a body. Large breasts that looked very real with her dress on. The neckline showed some serious cleavage. Carla is a very attractive lady, probably mid to late 40s. Not the kind of beauty that would cause a loss of breath or a stoppage of traffic, but a genuinely attractive woman nevertheless. A true midwestern sweetheart.
The suite was a two-room setup with the living room/office in the front room and izmit escort the bedroom in the back. You can probably guess what chain it is.
I had soft jazz playing on my laptop, the wine was chilled, and the snacks were on the coffee table. We sat of the couch and I poured two glasses of a nice Chardonnay. “I propose a toast…to us,” she said. We clinked glasses and had a nice chat for about half an hour.
While we were talking, she hit me with a bombshell. The good kind. She said, if it was OK with me, she’d like to stay overnight. After I picked my jaw off the floor, it occurred to me that I didn’t have much more cash than what I planned to give her for a three-hour date plus nice tip. I must have had a worried look on my face, but she said, “Don’t worry about the money. I really like you and I want both of us to have plenty of time to enjoy each other.” I am never speechless…until right at that moment. I finally pulled my thoughts together and told her it would be my honor to help her enjoy the evening. She quickly texted Larry with the change in plans and the date was about to change into a higher gear.
We were sitting next to each other and she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. “Thank you”, she said. She’s thanking me? Wow!
I told her that we could do better than that peck on the lips. She agreed and snuggled right up to me. Our first DFK ensued and I was enraptured by her soft lips and darting tongue. I was hugging her and I pulled her tight to me while I gave her another deep kiss. My left hand moved to her right breast. Suspicions confirmed. They were real. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. “I like your touch,” she said quietly. I kissed her again and dropped my left hand to her leg. By this time her dress had ridden up a bit and I slid my hand further up her leg. She spread her legs and I continued northward. She had on bikini panties, but it was clear that they were very tiny. I was in no hurry, so I didn’t move any further than a quick touch of her panties. I withdrew my hand and kissed her more.
In the meantime, she moved her right hand off of my shoulder and slowly moved down my chest before her hand came to rest on my very hard cock. She squeezed it a bit and said, “You seem to be a bit excited. Did I do that?” I told her that there was a very high probability that she was correct.
She said, “I want to see it.” Who am I to argue? I broke contact with her and stood up. I pulled off my shoes and socks, slipped off my shirt, and dropped my slacks. I was about the skim off my tented undies, but she grabbed my hands and moved them away. “Let me.” Again, I was speechless. She was sitting on the edge of the couch and reached out to grab the sides of my shorts. Before she revealed my cock, she took notice of the bulge, touched it a little bit, and smiled.
She was still fully clothed at this point, but I was not complaining. I knew we had plenty of time. She pulled down my shorts and my cock bobbed up right in front of her face. Another smile. “I love a man with a shaved cock. Especially when it’s as hard as yours is.” I thought I would cum right there, but I fought it off. She gave it a quick kiss on the tip.
She got off the couch, stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed me again, lightly, while squeezing my rock-hard cock. I know that this is where I’m supposed to report that I was packing a massive nine incher. I wish. We’ll, it was a solid 6 ½ inches and was standing almost vertically at this moment.
She said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” Again why would I argue? She grabbed my cock and led me to the next room. I had already turned down the covers and made sure that all of the pillows were in easy reach.
She said, “Lay down and prop yourself up on those pillows.” I acceded to her wishes. Willingly. She stood at the foot of the bed and bent down to grab the hem of her peasant-style dress. Any remaining crannies in my cock, filled with blood. With one smooth move, she pulled it up over her short blonde hair.
At some point she had removed her shoes. Now she was standing with only her see-thru bra and bikini panties on. She reached behind her back and loosened the bra. He breasts hardly moved downward under the force of gravity. I think the term is “high and proud” to describe he beautiful tits. They were clearly all natural and they were fantastic! She did a little pirouette and ended up with her back to me. She then slid down her bikini panties and stood still for a minute. What a sight! (Think of Bernadette from “Big Bang Theory” without the baby voice.) Carla’s perfect body was easily a “10” from the backside. And from the front, too. I was leaking pre-cum and getting anxious to hold her naked body.
She sat down on the bed with her back to me, turned her head, and looked directly at my turgid, throbbing cock. Another smile. At this point, I wanted to see her smooth pussy, but she delayed my pleasure. She kept her back to me and slid from the bottom of the yahya kaptan escort bed up right beside me. She laid next to me and settled into the crook of my left arm. Again, I thought I’d cum right that instant. I didn’t, but it was a mental battle to refrain from erupting.
Carla looked up and moved to kiss me. My hands were moving down her back and we were lip-locked for what seemed like hours. The battle of tongues ensued until we declared a draw. My heart was racing, but I didn’t want to hurry things along.
She said, “Lay on your back. I want to start on top.” Again, OK with me. I positioned myself in the middle of the bed and she moved to climb on top. I finally got a glimpse of her sweet, smooth pussy. Due to her height, she was deep-kissing me, but she had bent her body a bit so that her pussy was not that near my dripping cock.
I was able to fondle her breasts and was amazed at their size given her small stature. She moved her body down a bit and the tip of my cock brushed her pussy. She went back and forth as a bit a of a tease. I was ready for the main event, so I glanced over the nightstand where I had a condom ready to go. She noticed my glance, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “We don’t need that, do we?”
I don’t know any man who could argue at that point. We both smiled.
She slowly moved her body downward and the tip of my cock made contact with her pussy. She straightened her arms and sat up. She slowly moved down as her pussy started to engulf my cock. She was very tight, but very wet. And I hadn’t even kissed her pussy yet!
She started to move her body further down on my cock. I’m guessing, but I’d say it took about a minute for her to slide all the way onto my cock because she was moving at a glacial pace. It was heaven!
She lowered her torso onto mine and we just lay there for a time. “God, I love the feeling of your hard cock inside me. I wish this moment would never end.” I was afraid that it was going to end in about two nanoseconds. Fortunately, I was able to control things.
By now, I was thinking that she was going to move up and down a few times and that would be it for round one. I was wrong. All of a sudden, she jumped off of me and turned around to the 69 position.
Finally! I got a good look at her womanhood. People who say they all look alike are wrong. Her pussy was a thing of beauty. I’ve never seen, touched, or tasted a smoother one. It’s almost like she never had hair. No stubble or any other evidence of hair. I loved it.
In the meantime, while I was licking and kissing her perfect peach, she was doing a number of my cock. I could not believe that I had not shot my wad yet. She licked, kissed, fondled, and momentarily deep-throated my cock.
She came up for air, twisted around again, and hopped on my dick. In short order, my dick was buried in her all the way to the hilt. Now was the point of no return. I told her that I was about to cum. It was obvious to me that she was going to take the whole load internally. It had been awhile since the last time I had gone bareback. I looked up at her and said, “Are you sure?” She grinned, squeezed her butt cheeks, and said, “I want all of it!”
She got her wish. In spades! I am sure that I had never cum that hard and that much in my entire life. She had her face buried in my neck and let out a gasp, then froze. I felt something warm in my crotch and it finally dawned on me that she was squirting! I’d never witnessed that, until now.
Suddenly, she shivered slightly and her body went limp. At first, I thought she passed out. Then she started to giggle quietly. She said that it had been years since she had cum like that and she uttered the most beautiful words I’d ever heard. Carla looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Thank you!”
She rose up, looked at me again and said the immortal words, “How soon can we go again?” We both laughed because we knew it would not be any time soon.
But…we had all night.
We returned to Earth and snuggled on the bed. This may seem strange, but my abiding memory of those moments was “warmth”. I was captivated by the warmth of her body as we lay together, as one.
After a time, we got up and each of us went to the bathroom to freshen up. We then went into the living room and sat together on the couch, still naked. Fortunately, I had put the wine bottle back in the ice bucket, so it was nice and chilled. I poured us each a fresh glass and we toasted…us..again!
We shared some of the fruit and cheese and did a review of the past hour. In a semi-serious vein, I asked her if she was leaking our mutual cum. She looked down at her crotch and said, “Well, actually, I am.” (To the next guests in that room, we apologize.)
After about a half hour of chatting, I suggested that we head back to the bed and see what might come up. She giggled and said, “Count me in.”
I turned the lights out and gebze escort we cuddled up on the bed and began some soft kissing and petting. I think I was trying too hard (no pun intended), to get another erection. By now it was after 10:00 p.m. and we decided to see if we could go to sleep.
She turned over facing away from me and I snuggled up spoon-fashion. I think it was only a few minutes and I was sound asleep, cuddled up to my sweet Carla.
It was about 3:00 a.m. and I suddenly awoke. Carla was still asleep on her side. My instantaneous reaction was…she’s still here!. Lucky me.
I got up and headed to the bathroom for a much needed pee. I also brushed my teeth and used the hotel’s mouthwash. When I got back to the bed, Carla was laying on her back, just waking up. Naked, of course. She smiled, got up, and headed to the bathroom.
I was in bed on my back when she came back. She crawled into bed and laid on top of me. We started kissing lightly and that progressed to some serious making out. Fortunately, my cock arose to the challenge.
I rolled her off of me and onto her back, all the while kissing her furiously. I fondled her beautiful breasts and then moved my hand to her smooth, hot pussy. She was getting very wet and I inserted one and then two fingers, while deep kissing her.
I rose up and kissed my way down her body until I reached the Holy Grail of her warm pussy. I don’t claim to be a pro at pussy-eating, but her reaction seemed to validate my skills. She was dripping wet. She looked me deep into my eyes and said, “Get up here”.
I moved up and started some heavy duty kissing as my cock approached her pussy. She raised her hips to meet me and it was game on. I entered her completely, but did not start pumping. I wanted it to last. Very slowly, I moved in and out of her. I could tell by her reaction that she wanted things to proceed more rapidly. She tried to up the speed, but I purposely slowed down. Long, slow stokes while she writhed around under me.
Suddenly, her demeanor changed. She narrowed her eyes and said, “Quite messing around and fuck me. Hard and fast!” I took the challenge and started banging away per her rules…hard and fast. In a couple of minutes, just before I cramped up, I shot my load into her. Again, she squirted and went limp. I slowly withdrew my cock, looked down at her pussy, and decided to try something I’d never done before. I kissed my way down her body until I was looking squarely at her beautiful pussy. I stuck out my tongue and moved licked my way down her thigh heading for her luscious pussy. I had decided to eat her creampie. Turns out if was a first for her.
I licked my cum and her juice from the outside of her beautiful pussy and ended up with my tongue sticking inside of her as far as it would go. The movement of my tongue was also working on her clit and she let go with another blast, right into my mouth. Do I swallow or spit it out? The debate with myself lasted just a second or two and I swallowed it all.
I then looked up at Carla. She had this dazed look on her face. “My god…that was incredible,” she said. I really think her words came from her heart.
I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to get a warm washcloth and towel. I came back to the bedroom, looked at her, and said, “Your hair’s all messed up. I’m sorry.” We both broke into laughter. I think we were lucky that the neighbors didn’t call security on us.
Cleaned up and recovered, we fell back into a warm embrace on the bed. It was just a few minutes and we both fell asleep again.
I’d like to report that in a couple of hours we awoke and moved right into round three, but that was not going to happen.
At about 7:00 a.m., we awoke, cuddled, and decided to hit the shower. We didn’t “do it” in the shower, but suffice it to say that every square inch of our bodies and had never been to clean.
We got out of the shower and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. We surveyed the detritus of the “battle ground” and decided that the maids would have a good story to tell.
Even though this was our first time together and we both understood that, at its essence, it was a business transaction. But this was more. I feel safe in saying that we made love.
Once dressed and relaxed, we headed down to the complimentary breakfast. For some reason, we were famished.
After breakfast, we returned to the hotel room and she gathered up her stuff. It was time for her to go home.
We made our way to my rental car and drove the half hour to her apartment complex. I escorted her to her apartment and she invited me inside. I said, “Do you think this is a good idea?” She said it probably wasn’t a good idea, which is why we both went inside the apartment anyway.
Here again, I’d like to tell you that we went into the apartment and made love all day. Sorry, it didn’t happen. She was ready for a nap and I had to get to a meeting downtown.
She thanked me profusely and I said, “Carla, are you nuts? I’m the one who will never forget last night and the early morning. So…thank you!”
I expect to be back in the Cincy in about a month. I look forward to reporting on our second date.
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