“You can get dressed now”

I called “Katrina” to find out where she was staying and her room number. She told me she was running late. Then she made a request.

“Can you get me a bottle of Riesling? There’s a liquor store on the way over here.”

I’ve enjoyed wine with an escort on a number of occasions, but never has one asked me to pick up a bottle before an appointment. Then again, Katrina is a little different.

Last night was the third time I saw her. On our first “date,” she gave me a massage before she dozed off on top of my back. Last time, she asked me to drive her to a Walgreen’s so she could complete a financial transaction. (I complied. I think I’m too nice.) She’s kind of flighty and has a major sweet tooth; her motel room is littered with soda bottles and candy.

So why do I see her? She’s an attractive blonde in her late 30’s with a smokin’ hot body. Tight and firm with nice natural breasts. Not exactly GFE, but her skills more than make up for it.

I arrived at her room with the wine. She opened the bottle and poured us some wine into paper cups. “Do you have some time?” she asked. I had nowhere else to be. She spent a good deal of time talking while fiddling with the playlist on her iPhone. Business has been slow lately, she lamented. “They all want young girls.” (I reassured her that there are those of us who appreciate a real woman.) Her car needs to be fixed, but she knows a mechanic she thinks will repair it in exchange for sex. And so on.

Finally it was time to get physical. She give me a decent massage, then flipped me over. She got on top and slowly began to ride me. Her hips sensuously moved back and forth, allowing for an exquisite build-up. Eventually she quickened her pace. I grabbed her tits as she bounced up and down. I strained to hold out as long as I could, extending the pleasure, but she drained me.

Afterwards, she sat naked on the side of her bed playing music on her phone. I lingered on the bed for a while, until she said, “You can get dressed now.” I got the hint. I put my clothes back on and wished her goodnight. She remained naked on the bed, listening to the Beatles on her playlist.