At The Ritz

Every time I’m getting ready to escort a gentleman on a night out in London, I get an amazing buzz of anticipation. I always make sure I have enough time to pamper myself so that I look and feel amazing.

It was Friday night, and in just one hour I was due to meet Mr Bailey. I had already taken a hot, steamy shower, rubbed lotion into my skin and sprayed just a hint of my Chanel perfume. As I sat naked in front of the full length mirror, I tried to imagine what Mr Bailey looked like, and what he would think of me. I hoped he would find me beautiful, and sexy enough to take back for the night. With this in mind, I opened up my walk in wardrobe and browsed the rails for the most stunning dress I could find. I settled on a tight black number, with a plunging neck line and delicate lace traced down my spine. I slipped it over my head, and carefully pulled my hold up stockings over my thighs. There was no question about the shoes – my black patent Louboutins always did the trick.

Soon after, I was on my way through London in a black cab. Those familiar butterflies crept up into my stomach, and I smiled to myself as I imagined the events of the night to come. As the cab rounded the corner into Green Park and slowed to a stop outside The Ritz, I saw a tall broad man leaning up against one of the pillars. He wore a pinstripe suit and had a hopeful look in his eye. I stepped out, he realised that I was his London Escort for the evening and I could tell he was not disappointed.

From behind his back, Mr Bailey pulled out a red rose and handed it to me as I approached him! “Thank God” I said to him, “romance isn’t dead after all!”

With his hand on the small of my back, he lead me through into the restaurant. In all of London, I could not think of anywhere else I would rather be right now. I never imagined that being an escort could be this satisfying; in fact, I was privileged to be in his company. After a delicious meal, we finished off the bottle of Dom Perignon and made our way to his room.

The tone changed and was suddenly more urgent; he pulled me close up to him and I could feel his erection pressing against me. With his hands in my hair, he kissed me hungrily and we worked our way gradually to the 4 poster bed. When we reached it, he sat on the edge and pushed my head down so I could take him in my mouth. I gasped with pleasure – how did he know that blow jobs were my favourite?!

Two hours and several positions later, we both collapsed on the bed, panting with exhaustion. It’s normally me who wears the man out, but he had so much stamina! I suspected the Mr Bailey had used London Escorts before, as he definitely knew how to treat a girl. He made me feel like a princess, a lover and a minx all rolled into one.

The sun streamed in through the window in the early hours and roused us from our sleep. We made love once more, this time more slowly and tenderly. He had to drive back from London today so I made use of the luxury rainforest shower, kissed him and went on my way. I’d had such a wonderful night with Mr Bailey, and all I could do was hope and pray that he would use me as an escort again…