A brief weekend excursion out of town concluded with a visit to “Isabelle’s” hotel room. I had arranged an appointment with her a couple of weeks earlier. Petite, busty, and a bit curvy, she met me in a sheer black robe. She’s in her early 20s, and her long brown hair framed her almost cherubic face. She’s a cosmetologist when she’s not escorting. Like a number of companions, she took an interest in my work and schooling. Then she said something interesting.
“Everyone has a right to their secrets. What goes on in here is for us to know, and them to never, ever find out.”
Then she started to seductively strip.
Soon we were on the bed and my head was buried between her thighs. She responded enthusiastically as I ate her pussy.
“Yes! Yes! Ohh, yes!”
She ended up on her hands and knees. (“My favorite position,” she teased.) I grabbed her luscious round ass cheeks, held on tight, and started pumping in earnest. The bed rocked as I thrust in and out at a steady rhythm. Soon she was meeting my thrusts. I let out a guttural grunt of satisfaction as I exploded, then I collapsed panting on top of her.
As we recovered, she suggested indulging in a little roleplay the next time we meet.
Lutheran Guilt 