Native London Escort enjoys a naughty and profitable weekend.
I’m Natalie and I was born and raised in London. My mum was a high school teacher and my dad was a mechanic. I grew up in a relatively conservative, middle class family. My rich sex life was in a way rebellion against my family but it’s also a way for me to support myself while doing what I love.
7 am – Schedule checked.
8.15 am – Get out of bed and get breakfast, just toast today.
8.30 am – Listen to the doom and gloom on the world news, switch over to music. Nothing like music to get you motivated.
9 am – Take a shower, wash my hair and get into something more comfortable.
9.30 am – Check my call logs. C has messaged twice, wanting to meet for lunch at 12pm. I accept. All C ever wants is a coffee, slice of cake and a blowjob; an easy £150.
10 am – C messages several times to ask me not to wear underwear and to wear something pink; apparently he likes pink.
10.30 am – Another regular, E, he wants to meet at 12.30 pm. I message back saying I’m busy but can meet at half two if it’s convenient?
11 am – E accepts half two. Meet at Fernando’s for lunch.
11.30 pm – Take a walk to meet C, the fresh air clears my mind and I enjoy the sunshine.
11.55 pm – C is waiting outside the little coffee and cake shop. He smiles. He’s a cute guy who knows exactly what he wants. No more, no less.
12.15 pm – I finish my coffee and watch C finish his cake. I’m not really a cake kind of person and always decline. C pays the bill and we walk to the park. The park is where it always happens.
12.30 pm – The park is deserted, as it always is on a weekday. There are the odd couple strolling through but oblivious to the old bandstand; which is where we go.
12.40 pm – C presses himself against me and pushes his tongue hard in my mouth; his cock is hard and poking at me through his trousers. I release it and begin to stroke his shaft slowly, up and down. C grabs at my head and pushes it down towards his relentless hardness. My cherry lips suck passionately and within moments his hot cum fills my mouth; I savour the taste and kiss him fully.
12.50 pm – C and I leave the park and he slips my money into my jacket pocket as he kisses me once more.
12.55 pm – we say our goodbyes and I walk home.
1.30 pm – Home, showered and changed ready to meet E.
1.40 pm – My make-up is slight as E is not overly keen on extremes; like red lipstick. I make sure I wear a skirt, one with a pattern and a plain blouse that does not show too much. It’s what he likes.
2 pm – Cab arrives to take me to Fernando’s. The traffic is always bad and I prefer to be on time.
2.30 pm – E is inside waiting. He has ordered me a bottle of Pinot Grigio Blush and it is greatly appreciated. We catch up on how the week has been as we eat our pasta. The food is good.
3.25 pm – E pays for the food and drink and we leave for his place, which is just around the corner.
3. 35 pm – E has a small apartment which is clean and always tidy. E likes things, the way he likes them and each week that we meet, the routine is the same.
3. 45 pm – I slowly undress whilst E sits in his arm chair and watches. First, I slowly un-button my blouse and fold it neatly onto the chair by the door. I then, slowly, take off my skirt. I stand in my heeled shoes and sexy floral underwear. He loves the floral thing.
4 pm – I sit on the chair facing him, still in my underwear and gently spread my legs apart. Now is the time that E allows his cock from his trousers; his trousers always stay around his ankles. As I caress my breasts, still covered by bra, E slowly jolts his cock back and forth. My hands slide to my cum soaked pussy and pull my pants to one side. E watches me rub my clit harder and harder, he reacts by tugging harder on his cock. I make short gasps of delight as orgasm is near, making E cum immediately. As E sits and continues watching, I finish myself and squirm at a tremendous climax.
5.05 pm – E dresses himself, not making eye contact. He places the money on the cabinet and walks to the kitchen, waiting for me to see myself out.