escort diary® of Kiara Edwards: Round 2, yes please
*ding* Text message from Mr John Doe “can’t wait to see you tonight beautiful”, “I picked out something special for our date tonight I think you’ll like” I reply as I reach for my newest lingerie purchase. I pick the small black lace set up and hold it against my body fantasising about him taking it off me later.
I jump in the shower and use my luxurious soap taking a moment to enjoy my hands exploring every curve of my body. I find it so erotic the lead up to a meeting, there’s no better foreplay for a woman than the getting ready phase of a date. I put on slow sensual playlist and pour myself a glass of wine.
The closer our meeting time gets the hornier I become. As I lean over the bathroom basin to apply my eye-liner in the mirror I catch myself fantasising about Mr Doe bending me over the same spot. I feel the familiar tingle in my pussy, she’s excited to feel him deep inside her tonight.
I cut the tags off my new lingerie as I take my time putting on my sexy new set. I stand infront of my full length mirror and admire how the set accentuates my natural curves before slipping on my soft silk dress.
There’s a knock on the door, he’s here. I open up and he comes in. Once the door is shut we start passionately making out. Our tongues exploring one another’s mouths. He puts his hand under my dress and i moan as he feels my wetness. I take my dress off to show him my naughty new set. His eye’s get bigger as he steps back to take into the full view. “Wow! I like that set on you” he says. I take a step towards him and put my hands on his erection. “I can tell” I say with a smile and a wink. I unbuckle his pants and pull them down exposing his throbbing cock.
I get down on my knees and….
Mr Smith came to visit me for the first time while I was visiting his city for an hour booking. As I kissed him goodbye I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I saw him.
A week later I heard a familiar *ding*. As i unlocked my phone I saw the saw the notification saying Mr Smith had sent me a text message. Naughty memories of our last ron de vous flooded my thoughts leaving me with a cheeky smile and moist pussy. The message read “Hello Beautiful, I saw you will be touring here again next week and I would love to see you again. Last time our date went by so quickly so I would love to see you for longer this time, maybe we could do a dinner date?”. “I’d love that” I responded.
I spent the week catching myself fantasising about seeing him again.
