I made the biggest mistake of my life
when I told my neighbour I was seeing a visiting escort and that I
had strong feelings for her because now he deliberately books her to
scupper my weekly plans for some fruity full on fun. I’d thought I
could confide in him but in hindsight I wish I’d kept my big trap
shut! I was just so happy though, so content and it was great to
share my feelings with someone else. If I’m honest I also wanted to
show off a little. I mean, I don’t normally get to spend intimate
time with stunning, fit young women. Not now I’m a pensioner at any
rate.
I’m in my sixties and live alone. I’d
never thought about booking an escort but then an old pal told me
what a wonderful time he had enjoyed with a busty blonde escort from
a local agency. I was a bit nervous about making a booking at first
but I was surprised at just how easy and stress free it was. The
agency staff were really friendly and my companions sounded really
sweet on the phone, really nice. But when I saw her in the flesh I
was blown away: she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
Amelia (not her real name as I feel
obliged to protect her identity given the personal revelations in
this blog) is tall, slim, confident and ever so sexy. She has this
pouting full mouth that just begs to be kissed. She is fun and flirty
and very suggestive. In her profile it said she was adventurous and
always up for a new experience and I found her all that and more. I’m
not the most confident of men but Amelia immediately put me at ease
and pretty soon I found myself enjoying the most amazing sensual
massage with long forgotten feelings and sensations once again
washing over my body.
So far, so good but I made the mistake
of boasting about my incredible evening to my neighbour, Barry. We
were both pottering about in our respective gardens, supping on a cup
of tea and enjoying some late afternoon sunshine when he initiated
the conversation that was to make my life miserable. His enquiry
seemed so innocent but I should have realised that something was
afoot when he asked me if it was my granddaughter he had seen leaving
my house the previous evening. Pretty girl he said and I couldn’t
help but go into detail. I was all puffed about the previous night’s
events and just couldn’t help myself: I told him everything
including the agency the escort worked for and her name and some
rather intimate stuff that I should have kept to myself.
Next thing I know Amelia turns up at
his door! She even smiled to me as I looked out from behind my
curtain. The ignominy! I know that Barry is just doing this to have
some fun at my expense and I hope that Amelia prefers me when it
comes to the whole girlfriend experience thing. I’m much more
interesting than Barry, really I am. I mean, I’ve done things in
life. I’ve travelled.
I apologise if I am rambling on, it’s
just that I am finding it difficult to think as I write this. The
walls are thin at my place and through my open bedroom window I can
hear them enjoying a good time next door. It’s driving me crazy!
I’ve already called the agency to book Amelia at the weekend but
apparently she is already engaged. I bet I can guess who with and
all!
I’m determined to put all of this
behind me. I’ve booked a different escort: a really hot brunette
Escort from Eastern Europe. That will show him! In fact I may even
get him to think I like her more than Amelia and that way he will
book her leaving Amelia free to join me for a glass of chilled wine
and a massage on Saturday. Job done!
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