Kiss my naked body

I was out-of-sorts as I headed out in the wind and rain. The weather had changed overnight, from the warmth of an Indian summer to miserable driving wintery rain escorts in London hate nights like this. How I longed for a winter-sun holiday! However, there is something naughty about black thick hold-ups and no knickers, and as I sat down on the tube opposite a young, handsome man, I noticed him looking at my legs. It was full and people stood in front of me, so the view of him was obscured. I opened my legs slightly and he dropped a pen. He bent down to retrieve it and I opened my legs a little further. The people either side were engrossed in their newspapers, but he glanced up. The look on his face was one of complete shock as he took in my neatly-trimmed pussy. My stop was next, so I rose and got off.

So, as I undressed in front of Marco, I was wild with him. He brought out my inner escort she-devil, as I teased, stroked and worked on him, until he could take no more. There were few people I could be like that with and I’d be going to Prague with him soon; a trip I really wanted to enjoy, before he headed back home to look after his mum.

Marco was hot and I sensed he really wanted me to stay for the evening, but we’d agreed this booking as a three hour session. I had to get back to meet Vlad for dinner and rush hour was now in full flow as a seasoned escort in London I knew exactly how bad the traffic could be. It would be quicker for me to walk the two miles back home, than try to get the tube, but it started to rain.

Marco flipped me on my back and started to kiss my naked body again, bringing me to life in the way he likes to do. I felt a familiar rush flood my body and Marco was happy to let me go now that I’d also climaxed.

On the tube, I felt restless and looked around, but sadly, there was no-one to shock this time.