I saw the ad of a young blonde that pleased my eyes. But my jaws dropped when I got her price list. So I asked around if she's worth it. Certainly, a guy responded with similar responses from others. I saw that his conquest included more of the same that I haven't met so I couldn't resist asking him to recommend someone else before this young blonde come visit again. He just gave me a full shortlist that is strongly recommended; I drooled on their photos before but he gave me a push to really engage.
Girls of the same type usually don't come out to play all at once. Somehow they spaced out each other for the availability whether they belong to the same booker, agency or independent. But in that week, all of them arrived though not on the same day but with overlapping. They came and go but I had the opportunity to engage the last on his list.
Being at the end of the list, maybe she's the oldest at 25 or she's the most expensive. I barked at her high price but I wasn't surprised. Chanel 2 billed a brain surgeon $700 for 30 minutes. And I don't want to know how many thousands these sugar babies bill their daddies.
Claimed to be 25 and a model, Caroline looks like a white blonde teen model - leggy long limbs, small chest, streamlined, stylish neck length short hair. I booked her for half hour to see how it's possible, a teen model at 25.
She didn't disappoint a tiny bit. Maybe I missed the word fitness before model. Every vegetarian over 25 will die for her body. She has just enough makeup on to highlight all her good features; you have no idea if she has anything to hide. Her stylish short hair compliments everything else. She is a Barbie doll.
I think I'm qualified to write the escorts' playbook. They all seem to follow what I've been writing, lol. Before I could think of anything else, she walked into me, arms around my neck, and starting kissing me, the DFK type. Now, that's count as the first kiss that you may remember for the rest of your life and she did it with flying colors, or you can say a lot of tongue and passion.
I eased the tension and passion a bit to see if that's too much for her. But no, she just kept coming and kissing. We just stood there fully clothes. I am not a clock watcher but sure she held the record.
Then I couldn't resist checking her breast and they were perfect if you like those. I ping-ponged about big and small, fake and real. My current settlement is on model type small ones, real ones, as long as they look and feel great. Perfect. I pulled down the shoulder strap on one side of her top to release her left breast. Then we continued marathon kissing with something more to grab on to.
At first, I thought she mistook my booking to be for one hour. These things happen; people just think the best out of me when they see me. But then the way she just went for it may be the way to save time - no ice-breaking conversation, no sanitary rinse. She is highly motivated by her really really expensive rate but I didn't break my bank - a win-win.
She is a local all-American girl but I doubt if she got her training, or the lack of it, from somewhere else. When we all got naked in bed we started kissing all over again. When I was dinning on her she seemed to be very tense and wanted to cum. Or that's the way she wanted to get her juice flowing without any help.
And if she's onto something that I enjoyed, she would keep at it as long as I was good. That's how she let me ate her, how she blew and how she rode me. She didn't think about time; she always waited for my instruction to proceed to the next stage.
She has lovely feet and toes too; totally expected for those long slender limbs. I did take the effort to notice that she walked barefoot. But it was Hyatt. So I went for them anyway but not all the way; her big toe was slightly salty. I noticed that it may be the US version of boutique hotels; big-name luxury hotels mushrooming up in expensive neighborhoods but with small footprints, don't even have bathtubs.
She took on the doggie position when I just wanted to admire her ass closely. So I had a nice view of her pink starfish when I was admiring intimately. She was very comfortable with it and kissed me just the same after, lol.
She is the perfect replacement for Apple, though a very expensive one, who would come down low after all warmed up riding to kiss me eye to eye. And after she put me in carefully and all the warming up, I wouldn't do anything else without access to her face, or precisely her mouth. So I got on top of her, put one arm around of her neck and started kissing and pumping at the same time.
After I cum she was very comfortable with me staying on top of her and inside her for the warmth. She caressed my back too as if she had no concept of the clock. When I thought that was too much too long, I pulled out and rolled over; she rolled into my arm and held me close.
I didn't want to give her too much hope of upgrading to VIP status, this time or next. So I retreated humbly to the shower room to clean up after giving her a peck on her forehead. As a routine, I asked her when she will be available again. But she was trying to tell me something different, like what day of the week is more convenient for me. I didn't know what to say and she didn't think it matters to pursue. The importing thing is, she put her arms around me and kissed me goodbye, a deep one, making sure that I will be back. I usually do after that.
After that encounter, I thought about her all the time. I drove in autopilot mode, the rare courtesy one. I have to stop myself smiling at the inappropriate time. I have the feeling of falling in love when I wasn't even looking. I discovered Chanel 2 when I was actively auditioning a lot of girls. If she kissed me like that I would have sold everything to keep seeing her again.
Caroline did say she liked me but I just took it as the other compliments like I am good (at oral sex). I didn't take those seriously and I didn't give her the chance to go into more details. But I think she has to like me somehow to kiss me that much. Even if she is desperate to keep well-paying clients, she doesn't need to do that much.
Caroline is everything that I have been looking for when I was looking. She treated me better than all the Chanels. I don't know how pretty she is without makeup, but shoulder to shoulder, she can blow the others away. Well, everything except the price.
Before I went home that day, I decided to impress her that I'm not cheap, but I'm not paying her full hour price either. I decided to do two half hours back to back, the 2nd half when I fully recovered from that day. I knew her overhead isn't the same but I had a hunch that she is different.
I saw her after the 666 crash. On the day of the 1000 crash, I texted her helper to book her again. It was a long shot since no response is the usual response. But soon, the reply is yes but I have to see her in her Hollywood apartment. Wow, that is more than I am looking for, a local girl that is not escorting full time but available every day. With her own place, I could be paying her close to Chanel, my truely ATF.
Despite my urge to drive to LA immediately, it was an impossibility as I have to spend 4 hrs round trip in the traffic to see her for half. But I was paid to go to LA the next day. So I checked everything and made the booking. With Google Maps' help, I was good at crossing and getting into LA in all directions. And I know when to trust it and when not to.
Her helper told me to text her to confirm the next morning. But in the evening I almost missed his (or her) text. I was so worried that the appointment was jinxed. I bragged about it vaguely in some obscure forums. I replied only to find out that she wanted to know if I was allergic to cats! OMG! A cat! I was so worried! Of course not!
I felt so good that she thought about me and the next day appointment in the evening. I bet she was planning for everything perfect. Of course, I thought of her all the time. I felt so VIP when her helper asked, "Half hour?", when I made the booking.
I have to say this booker/helper/screener of her is so good. Now if Caroline is not working the whole day her helper shouldn't be on call all day to take care of a cat. And if Carol is working the whole day she won't be thinking about if me and her cat will get along. Amazing.
That is not all. When I first book Carol, her booker just told me that she was Chanel 2's booker too. WTF? I saw Chanel 2 once over a year ago. I did try to book her again maybe twice but her old booker passed her to her new booker. And that's how he remembered me? I don't buy it. Of course, he checked my history to see who I saw. But he would have to do it all the time. Why me? Why Chanel? Maybe I'm famous without knowing it. I do bullshit on other platforms but not like this. Maybe he heard about me spending a thousand or two on Barbara. I would be more comfortable with that. I replied that Chanel 2 is great but Carol is amazing; I didn't want to say the wrong thing.
I was supposed to check-in at 9 am but I got a text from her booker 5 minutes earlier. What a booker she has! And I was supposed to report when I started heading over to Hollywood. Wow, that much work? Or she was that thoughtful or careful? I understand, if I am not so good at crossing LA at will, I won't promise to go there in the middle of the day. There is a narrow window of possibility and not even locals will be certain of it.
I knew Hollywood is an interesting place especially the eastern part where her "apartment" is. I didn't really believe she lives there; it may be a motel, a private apartment rented out hourly for that purpose or her friend's house. You don't bring a stranger home after a one night stand. Maybe she just liked me that much or she's desperate.
The closer I got, the more I believed that she lived there; there is no reason for doing business there. I was expecting her to be living in a stylish minimalist apartment in a lower rent or even run down part of town. I parked in a busy strip mall and got her address. I should have walked because it would be impossible to find parking space. But being in the middle of the day, I saw one opening. I had to practice my long lost cross-Atlantic tail-first parking. I succeed maybe the 5th time. It wasn't too bad. I got the 1st half right so all I had to do was going back and forth a few yards each time to practice turning the wheel sharper. And nobody was watching, I hope.
To say that her apartment is behind the white picket fence is a stretch. The color is far from white, if it ever was, due to age. It's really not a fence but large pieces of wood to hide the chain fence at the back. And everywhere is flat without any buildings. I came across these apartments before. It is a fenced area or you can say a gated area with a few to tens of structures, be it traditional houses, two-story or more buildings, or any other converted structures. I had fond memories.
Her apartment is on a narrow street right opposite an elementary school. I tried to open the fence gate but it was locked. Just when I was wondering I was at the wrong apartment, Caroline ran of her house to open it for me.
Girls of the same type usually don't come out to play all at once. Somehow they spaced out each other for the availability whether they belong to the same booker, agency or independent. But in that week, all of them arrived though not on the same day but with overlapping. They came and go but I had the opportunity to engage the last on his list.
Being at the end of the list, maybe she's the oldest at 25 or she's the most expensive. I barked at her high price but I wasn't surprised. Chanel 2 billed a brain surgeon $700 for 30 minutes. And I don't want to know how many thousands these sugar babies bill their daddies.
Claimed to be 25 and a model, Caroline looks like a white blonde teen model - leggy long limbs, small chest, streamlined, stylish neck length short hair. I booked her for half hour to see how it's possible, a teen model at 25.
She didn't disappoint a tiny bit. Maybe I missed the word fitness before model. Every vegetarian over 25 will die for her body. She has just enough makeup on to highlight all her good features; you have no idea if she has anything to hide. Her stylish short hair compliments everything else. She is a Barbie doll.
I think I'm qualified to write the escorts' playbook. They all seem to follow what I've been writing, lol. Before I could think of anything else, she walked into me, arms around my neck, and starting kissing me, the DFK type. Now, that's count as the first kiss that you may remember for the rest of your life and she did it with flying colors, or you can say a lot of tongue and passion.
I eased the tension and passion a bit to see if that's too much for her. But no, she just kept coming and kissing. We just stood there fully clothes. I am not a clock watcher but sure she held the record.
Then I couldn't resist checking her breast and they were perfect if you like those. I ping-ponged about big and small, fake and real. My current settlement is on model type small ones, real ones, as long as they look and feel great. Perfect. I pulled down the shoulder strap on one side of her top to release her left breast. Then we continued marathon kissing with something more to grab on to.
At first, I thought she mistook my booking to be for one hour. These things happen; people just think the best out of me when they see me. But then the way she just went for it may be the way to save time - no ice-breaking conversation, no sanitary rinse. She is highly motivated by her really really expensive rate but I didn't break my bank - a win-win.
She is a local all-American girl but I doubt if she got her training, or the lack of it, from somewhere else. When we all got naked in bed we started kissing all over again. When I was dinning on her she seemed to be very tense and wanted to cum. Or that's the way she wanted to get her juice flowing without any help.
And if she's onto something that I enjoyed, she would keep at it as long as I was good. That's how she let me ate her, how she blew and how she rode me. She didn't think about time; she always waited for my instruction to proceed to the next stage.
She has lovely feet and toes too; totally expected for those long slender limbs. I did take the effort to notice that she walked barefoot. But it was Hyatt. So I went for them anyway but not all the way; her big toe was slightly salty. I noticed that it may be the US version of boutique hotels; big-name luxury hotels mushrooming up in expensive neighborhoods but with small footprints, don't even have bathtubs.
She took on the doggie position when I just wanted to admire her ass closely. So I had a nice view of her pink starfish when I was admiring intimately. She was very comfortable with it and kissed me just the same after, lol.
She is the perfect replacement for Apple, though a very expensive one, who would come down low after all warmed up riding to kiss me eye to eye. And after she put me in carefully and all the warming up, I wouldn't do anything else without access to her face, or precisely her mouth. So I got on top of her, put one arm around of her neck and started kissing and pumping at the same time.
After I cum she was very comfortable with me staying on top of her and inside her for the warmth. She caressed my back too as if she had no concept of the clock. When I thought that was too much too long, I pulled out and rolled over; she rolled into my arm and held me close.
I didn't want to give her too much hope of upgrading to VIP status, this time or next. So I retreated humbly to the shower room to clean up after giving her a peck on her forehead. As a routine, I asked her when she will be available again. But she was trying to tell me something different, like what day of the week is more convenient for me. I didn't know what to say and she didn't think it matters to pursue. The importing thing is, she put her arms around me and kissed me goodbye, a deep one, making sure that I will be back. I usually do after that.
After that encounter, I thought about her all the time. I drove in autopilot mode, the rare courtesy one. I have to stop myself smiling at the inappropriate time. I have the feeling of falling in love when I wasn't even looking. I discovered Chanel 2 when I was actively auditioning a lot of girls. If she kissed me like that I would have sold everything to keep seeing her again.
Caroline did say she liked me but I just took it as the other compliments like I am good (at oral sex). I didn't take those seriously and I didn't give her the chance to go into more details. But I think she has to like me somehow to kiss me that much. Even if she is desperate to keep well-paying clients, she doesn't need to do that much.
Caroline is everything that I have been looking for when I was looking. She treated me better than all the Chanels. I don't know how pretty she is without makeup, but shoulder to shoulder, she can blow the others away. Well, everything except the price.
Before I went home that day, I decided to impress her that I'm not cheap, but I'm not paying her full hour price either. I decided to do two half hours back to back, the 2nd half when I fully recovered from that day. I knew her overhead isn't the same but I had a hunch that she is different.
I saw her after the 666 crash. On the day of the 1000 crash, I texted her helper to book her again. It was a long shot since no response is the usual response. But soon, the reply is yes but I have to see her in her Hollywood apartment. Wow, that is more than I am looking for, a local girl that is not escorting full time but available every day. With her own place, I could be paying her close to Chanel, my truely ATF.
Despite my urge to drive to LA immediately, it was an impossibility as I have to spend 4 hrs round trip in the traffic to see her for half. But I was paid to go to LA the next day. So I checked everything and made the booking. With Google Maps' help, I was good at crossing and getting into LA in all directions. And I know when to trust it and when not to.
Her helper told me to text her to confirm the next morning. But in the evening I almost missed his (or her) text. I was so worried that the appointment was jinxed. I bragged about it vaguely in some obscure forums. I replied only to find out that she wanted to know if I was allergic to cats! OMG! A cat! I was so worried! Of course not!
I felt so good that she thought about me and the next day appointment in the evening. I bet she was planning for everything perfect. Of course, I thought of her all the time. I felt so VIP when her helper asked, "Half hour?", when I made the booking.
I have to say this booker/helper/screener of her is so good. Now if Caroline is not working the whole day her helper shouldn't be on call all day to take care of a cat. And if Carol is working the whole day she won't be thinking about if me and her cat will get along. Amazing.
That is not all. When I first book Carol, her booker just told me that she was Chanel 2's booker too. WTF? I saw Chanel 2 once over a year ago. I did try to book her again maybe twice but her old booker passed her to her new booker. And that's how he remembered me? I don't buy it. Of course, he checked my history to see who I saw. But he would have to do it all the time. Why me? Why Chanel? Maybe I'm famous without knowing it. I do bullshit on other platforms but not like this. Maybe he heard about me spending a thousand or two on Barbara. I would be more comfortable with that. I replied that Chanel 2 is great but Carol is amazing; I didn't want to say the wrong thing.
I was supposed to check-in at 9 am but I got a text from her booker 5 minutes earlier. What a booker she has! And I was supposed to report when I started heading over to Hollywood. Wow, that much work? Or she was that thoughtful or careful? I understand, if I am not so good at crossing LA at will, I won't promise to go there in the middle of the day. There is a narrow window of possibility and not even locals will be certain of it.
I knew Hollywood is an interesting place especially the eastern part where her "apartment" is. I didn't really believe she lives there; it may be a motel, a private apartment rented out hourly for that purpose or her friend's house. You don't bring a stranger home after a one night stand. Maybe she just liked me that much or she's desperate.
The closer I got, the more I believed that she lived there; there is no reason for doing business there. I was expecting her to be living in a stylish minimalist apartment in a lower rent or even run down part of town. I parked in a busy strip mall and got her address. I should have walked because it would be impossible to find parking space. But being in the middle of the day, I saw one opening. I had to practice my long lost cross-Atlantic tail-first parking. I succeed maybe the 5th time. It wasn't too bad. I got the 1st half right so all I had to do was going back and forth a few yards each time to practice turning the wheel sharper. And nobody was watching, I hope.
To say that her apartment is behind the white picket fence is a stretch. The color is far from white, if it ever was, due to age. It's really not a fence but large pieces of wood to hide the chain fence at the back. And everywhere is flat without any buildings. I came across these apartments before. It is a fenced area or you can say a gated area with a few to tens of structures, be it traditional houses, two-story or more buildings, or any other converted structures. I had fond memories.
Her apartment is on a narrow street right opposite an elementary school. I tried to open the fence gate but it was locked. Just when I was wondering I was at the wrong apartment, Caroline ran of her house to open it for me.
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