After dabbling in PSE I decided to give up on the more extreme forms of adult entertainment. Certainly most of the complaints by fellow punters are aimed at PSE providers so I guess I was right to do so. I decided to say "stuff it" to all the advice and regularly went back to my Brazilian favourite regardless of how vulnerable it might make me, but then she decided to prepare for retirement and began a course at university. After a prolonged period of sexual frustration I got the opportunity to go into London early in the morning on the way to a customer and as my Brazilian friend was not available I had to book someone else. It is difficult to find escorts prepared to work before 11am in London but I booked another Brazilian girl through an agency. Sadly on the morning this girl fell victim to excessive nightclubbing and couldn't make the appointment (so the agency claimed) and they suggested someone else. That someone else I remembered from the internet as being a pretty young Polish girl with excellent reviews so I agreed.
The girls flat was right behind Harrods. Strange place for a working girls residence - it made me smile to go past the crowd outside the Harrods entrance as I went off for my date. The building was very nice. I stood outside the flat door once again with that wonderful feeling of nervous excitement and anticipation. A girl opened the door - very pretty but very young. She was advertised as being 18 and surprisingly she clearly was 18, not 25% older as is usually the case. That is too young for me so I was already a bit uncomfortable.
The girl was very shy. She showed me through the flat. It was a strange place - decorated in a kind of Baroque style with little plaster cherubs on pedestals.
The girl didn't speak much English so after handing over the "gift" we got right down to kissing. The reviews said she kissed with tongues but that definitely wasn't the case. I became even more uncomfortable. I started to wonder if this was really a good idea and what I should do about it.
After some little pecks on the lips she started to undress me and then we climbed on the bed. I was erect at this point and started to explore her body. She wasn't really my type - her skin was white like porcelain and her body showed she had not grown up with a good diet, exercise or fresh air. She was slender but kind of shapeless. As I explored parts of her body they would become aroused. But every time a part of her body became aroused she would slip her hand in the way to stop me kissing or stroking it - nipples, clit, G-spot all became out of bounds as soon as she felt that she was getting aroused. I couldn't understand that. I rolled away from her.
"You have problem?" she said.
"No. I think you have a problem. I think you really don't like what we are doing" I said.
"No. YOU have problem!" she said, with mild irritation in her voice.
I was no longer erect. Too many negative thoughts were on my mind. I was starting to form the opinion that what I was doing with this girl was wrong. Very wrong.
The girl set about giving me a BBBJ. I started to become hard and she turned to get a condom. She kind of crouched at the edge of the bed and fumbled with her fingers at the packet. Something about the way she did this made it clear to me how inexperienced she was. She really didn't know what she was doing. I got a strong feeling she wasn't very experienced in having sex, let alone in commercial sex. She was really just a child. I realised I couldn't have sex with her.
Next installment: A Sad, Bad Experience continued