I went skinny dipping with my hot blonde friends and they stole my clothes!

I’ve always wanted to skinny dip. There’s something so free, so natural and so naughty about it that really appeals to my sense of fun. So, when I was on a girls’ weekend away in the mountains and we came across a remote and secluded lake I found myself suggesting that we all strip naked and have a swim.

My friends are always up for fun. Liz and Candice, also known as Candy and Chantelle when they are working as escorts, are as adventurous as any girls you might know. They love the great outdoors, camping, hiking and climbing. They often nip away for a weekend in the woods to indulge their passions and last weekend they asked me if I wanted to go along with them. I wasn’t sure at first as I had always thought that they were bi-sexual and in a relationship and the last thing I wanted to do was play gooseberry but after a little gentle persuasion on their part I agreed.

The idea was to drive up to the Cotswolds and camp at a small site near to a river. It was picturesque and a little isolated which suited me as sometimes I just like to get away from it all. I work as a personal assistant to a banker in the city and the hours can be long and hard, not to mention the effort I need to put in to keep myself looking glamorous and alluring. James, my boss, likes me to sport the sexy secretary look and I am more than happy to oblige. I meet most of the guys I date through work and most of them are high flyers who treat me to expensive gifts and expensive meals at the top restaurants. If wearing a tight pencil skirt with a crisp white blouse and high heels gets a man turned on then I say absolutely go for it. Of course I also have a pair of black rimmed glasses perched on my nose. Clear glass mind you as there is nothing wrong with my sight! Anyway, after a very hectic week of work and a very busy social schedule the idea of being in the middle of nowhere was highly appealing. And with the two hot blondes as company it was sure to be fun as well!

At the camp site we quickly sorted our tent and got ready to take an exploratory walk around the area. The weather was good for the time of year, in fact the sun was out and after an hour of strenuous activity hiking up hill and down dale we were all in vests and glowing. I have to say the girls looked really hot, very sexy indeed and I noticed how they were very touchy feely with each other. I did begin to feel like a third leg and so when I spotted the small lake surrounded by a dense treeline I thought it would be a good idea to suggest we all get naked and have a swim to cool off. I hoped it would dampen their ardour as well as just lower their body temperatures! I am no prude but they were really beginning to get up close and personal now!

I took off my clothes and made some tentative steps into the chilly water. I’m up for anything and so I just went for it. But once in and when I turned around the girls were nowhere to be seen! And neither were my clothes. I knew straight away what was up. They wanted some time alone and had no doubt hidden my clothes just along the shoreline. Did I have the bottle to step naked out of the water and go search? Whatever I did it had bought them enough time for a quickie sex session in the great outdoors! I told you they were wild!

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Horny guys and hot blondes!

Horny guys just can’t resist hot blondes and I write that from experience! Whenever I go out on the town with my mates Natasha and Irina they always get the lion’s share of attention yet I know that I have a much hotter body! The thing is, they are both blondes and I’m not. Oh and they are busty blondes to boot and don’t mind letting it all hang out if you know what I mean! It’s annoyed me so much that I am going to hit the bottle. A bottle of peroxide that is... And I might just start wearing low cut tops myself. Men are just so, so, so annoying! They are just so shallow and so obvious! You wouldn’t catch me hitting on a guy just because of his hair colour or how much of his chest he is revealing to the world. I’m not bothered about a guy’s looks. Just so long as a man is wealthy enough to treat me to the finer things in life I will happily date him!

Anyway, last night was a blast. They say blondes have more fun and that was certainly my experience. I had dyed my hair and I was wearing a sexy little black dress that showed plenty of side boob and clung to my perfect posterior. Natasha and Irina were dressed to kill as usual, in matching outfits that made them look like twins and had all the guys drooling over them. But for once I got just as much attention and I made the most of it. At one point the three of us were up on the bar, dancing and doing a very sexy girl on girl on girl routine. Three hot blondes putting on a show for the lascivious men who could think of only one thing – sex!

Natasha and Irina are Eastern European girls and have been over here for a few years now. They work as visiting escorts and I must admit I am envious of the lifestyle it affords them. I’ve thought of doing some escort work myself but my boyfriend wouldn’t approve. They are so much fun to be around, really wild and outrageous and more than happy to take off their clothes in public. They have no inhibitions whatsoever and last might I got a bit caught up in it all I admit. At one point when we were dancing seductively, to the obvious delight of our male admirers, we began to grope and caress each other. The crowd whooped in appreciation and when the routine was over they applauded vigorously and wolf whistled. I was elated and in my euphoria I entirely forgot that I had a boyfriend and well, the guy who helped me down from the bar was a real hunk. Perhaps I will tell you what happened one day, or maybe not as my boyfriend might be reading this!

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When my best friend asked me to cover for her at work I said OK… but I didn’t know she was an escort.

You are beautiful, stunning, seductive, sensual, interesting and outgoing she said, the compliments flying towards me in a gushing tidal wave of persuasion. I smiled and gave in to her pleas to cover for her at work the following day. The thing is I didn’t really know what Samantha did for a living. Whenever I asked her about her job she would just say hospitality and entertainment. I actually thought that she was one of those girls who go to exhibitions and look sexy next to a car or some other product. She would certainly be successful in that line of work as she is sex on a stick hot. But I didn’t know that what she actually did to earn a crust was work as an escort.

I should have guessed really. Samantha is very good with people, very flirtatious and always dressed to kill. Her sartorial style borders on naughty minx if I am honest and I have seen the way that men’s eyes follow her about the room when we are out together. And she definitely encourages the attention, wiggling her hips and taking every opportunity to bend over so that her fulsome rear strains against the tight fabric of her short skirts. In contrast I am somewhat reserved, shy even. I would say that my dress style is smart and elegant. I like to wear classic designs, dresses that would not have gone amiss in an Audrey Hepburn movie back in the sixties. When it comes to men I am rather shy and I haven’t had all that many boyfriends despite my looks. I wouldn’t say that I am as sexy as Samantha but I more than match her when it comes to prettiness. I’m also, as you would expect, more demure than my friend, preferring old fashioned manners to her brash and wild ways. And I think I am still struggling to find myself and my place in the world.

Anyway, there’s nothing to worry about she said. And like an idiot I believed her and agreed. It was a spur of the moment decision. The idea of being a strong and sexually confident woman appealed to me and a frisson of excitement ran down my spine as I contemplated the liaison with a stranger. I asked Samantha about the date and she explained that he was a more mature man, in his fifties, and that she had seen him twice before. He liked his girls submissive she said and then joked that whilst it was a challenge to her to play that role I would be a natural. Apparently he was charismatic and also liked to be in control, choreographing the evening’s events much like a director would do with an actress. It sounded thrilling if I am honest but once I got home the nerves took over and it took a supreme act of will to stop me from calling Samantha and pulling out of the whole thing! It is one thing to be an escort when you are suited to providing intimate companionship to men that you do not know and another thing to meet up with strangers when you are the shy and retiring type!

Read more in part 2 of this blog tomorrow....

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He thought I was an escort and I thought I can be whatever you want me to be!

I can understand why he thought I was an escort. It was an easy mistake to make. After all, I am young, slim, sexy and I have a twinkle in my eye if you know what I mean. I’ve never been shy and I believe that if you’ve got it, flaunt it. And I have definitely got it! From an early age I was well aware of the effect I have on men. And by the time I was in my twenties I had enjoyed plenty of sexual adventures including all manner of kinky and erotic stuff. I also dress to impress, my favourite outfit consisting of a figure hugging dress with a plunging neckline and lingerie from the Victoria’s Secrets range including a very racy black satin corset and g-string combo which when teamed with black stockings and high heels turns me from sex bomb to sex on legs hot!

When I walk into a room men stop and stare, plenty of women too though I have never actually slept with another female. Strange really because I imagine it would be quite an erotic and sensual experience. I’ll have to add lesbian lover to my list of sexual to do’s. Anyway on this particular occasion I was supposed to be meeting up with a guy I knew only from an internet site. It wasn’t your usual, boring, mundane dating site by the way. The site specialises in hooking up like minded individuals with a lust for life and any activity involving orgasmic pleasure! It wasn’t the first time I had agreed to meet up with someone that way. I remember the last time, the guy literally had his tongue hanging out when I turned up at his house in a skin tight cat suit and high heels complete with a pair of handcuffs hanging from my belt! They were well used that night I can tell you.

So, when I walked into the wine bar and stood near the door as agreed and looked about me and I was approached by a man I immediately assumed he was my date. I was feeling horny so I took him straight back to my place where we did the things that horny people do. All night long…

The next morning I was getting ready to leave and he stuffed a whole load of cash in my hand, telling me that I was the best Essex Escort he had ever been with and that he was going to call the agency and tell them just how hot and stunning I was and that he wanted to make the booking a regular thing. I realised at that point that he thought I was a visiting escort! I thought for a moment and then I just looked at him and told him there was no need to call the escort agency: see you next week, same time, same place!

What happened to my actual date you may be wondering? Well, funnily enough James sent me a text the next day thanking me for a really great night but at the same time saying that I shouldn’t really be using the adult dating site to make escort bookings and that was the only reason why he wouldn’t be getting in touch again. Oh and it wasn’t funny how I kept telling him my name was Candy when on the site my name was listed as Hermione! I had to laugh. But it did give me an idea. I like men. I like to meet up with strangers and have a good time. Why not make my lifestyle pay for itself.