I've had one experience of paying for sex. But I think it was more than that. I think money changing hands was a minor issue .. I think we both loved it. I forget her name. She did give me her name and phone number. It may have been her "working" name. I tried to call her afterwards but was unable to make contact. Pity. I often think about her. Perhaps I have romanticized the incident out of all proportion, but it's mine and I like it. I would have loved to know her better. For this story I'll call her Ayesha ... she told me she is of Indian descent so the name is kinda appropriate. Here's what happened ...
I was staying in a hotel for a few days for a business related event. It was an average hotel, affordable, nothing smart, but comfortable. Over a number of days I attended several meetings that were scheduled with lots of time in between. So I had a fair amount of free time. For most of the time I was on my own. Rather than walk the streets or spend time in my room I sometimes went to the bar in the hotel ... there were always people there and it made me feel less bored and alone even though I did not strike up conversations with the other patrons. I preferred sitting at a table rather than at the bar counter.
On one occasion I made eye contact with one of two girls sitting at another table. She did not smile at me, but she also didn't look away, held her gaze for a significant time. She is pretty. Her friend had her back to me.
Frequent eye contact went on for a while. I pretended to read the newspaper, but I was actually just enjoying looking at her. And although the two of them were chatting her attention was often directed at me, which was flattering. I liked it.
When her friend got up and left, she also stood up and came over to my table. She positioned herself at the seat opposite me and said, may I? I smiled, please do.
She asked me if I was staying in the hotel and the purpose. It was a short conversation. When I asked her what she was doing there she said simply, I'm working and I hope you are interested, with a smile.
My room key was lying on the table and she turned the tag around so she could see the number and then said to me, I'm going to the bathroom ... if you go to your room I can come up in a few minutes if you want me to? and without waiting for a reply she got up.
I had not been in my room more than a few minutes when she knocked softly on the door. She put down her handbag, sat on the bed and kicked her shoes off. She said, my name is Ayesha and told me about her family, where she lived and what her ambitions were. It was an easy conversation and there was no talk about her actual purpose there in my room or her fee. She was not in any hurry and we joked and laughed a lot. She was taking a lead part ... I think she could see I was unaccustomed to "tricks" with a prostitute.
We touched and kissed a few times and gradually moved naturally to undressing ... there was no frenetic ripping off of clothes ... to me there was a feeling of familiarity ... we have done this many times before ... and every time it's still exciting. I said to her, we should talk about your fee. She gave me a number and added, but right now I want you ... I like you and I don't know if you've noticed but I'm quite excited and enjoying this very much.
Ayesha has a dark olive skin tone. It's not a tan; her whole body is an even dark tone. Her breasts are paler, almost white, but there's no tan line; the olive of her chest gradually becomes whiter towards her nipples. Her nipples are dark olive again, small, tight and hard. I loved the feel of her nipples on my lips. She's still very special to me.
When I touched her I knew she was truthful about being excited ... she was wet and she pushed up against my touch. She pulled my cock towards her and pushed hard to get it inside. I resisted ... I knew I'd cum very quickly and I wanted her to get close to cumming before I put my cock in her, but she insisted. I want to feel you cum in me, don't worry, I'll cum later. She rolled me onto my back and sat on me. She was smiling and looking into my eyes as I cummed.
There was no furious thrusting ... just her warmth had me so horny I cummed almost immediately. I was breathing hard and with my erection going down in her I lay there and just enjoyed being with her for a moment. Then we kissed again ... long and gentle ... I put my fingers on her clit and started small, soft circular movements. Again, there was no extreme thrusting and moaning ... I was surprised how quickly she cummed ... she shut her eyes ... her body stiffened and I felt her pussy throbbing.
I must go, she said, I'm going to have a bath. She walked naked to the bathroom and I watched her lovely ass all the way.
I got up and put on my shorts. I took some money and put it next to her handbag. She called from the bathroom. I went in. She said, sit here, I want to be with you while I'm having a bath. We chatted like old friends. She was smiling all the time.
While she was getting dressed I said, I want to see you again. She smiled, took off her top again and took a selfie. She said, what's your number and sent the photo to me.
I tried to call her several times .. the call just went to voicemail. I never saw her again. Like I said, I probably over-romanticized the incident, but for a long time I felt we had a connection. I kept the image she sent me ... it's all I have of her.
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