Alexandra’s Birthday Present – Part 1 free porn video
A very attractive woman, svelte body, short black hair, gorgeous legs, was window-shopping in Bond Street. She wore a long dark plum classically styled camel coat over a tailored grey suit worn to just above the knee. But what first drew my attention to her were the deep crimson high heels that she wore with black tights or stockings. ‘Alexandra’ I said to myself. She was my client this evening; a new client and I usually like to check out new clients out beforehand. By observing them secretly I can usually get some idea of their likely behaviour in the bedroom. I was intended to be this woman’s birthday present. She had admitted to her husband that sometimes when they were having sex she fantasised about being made love to by a woman. So, although she didn’t know it yet I was going to make her fantasy become real. The husband had told her they were going to a good restaurant, but he had other business in town and would pick her up at their hotel room at 7pm. Of course it would be me who arrives and seduces her.
I crossed the road. As I approached she walked on and I found myself following at a distance. She was clearly class; her clothes, the leather gloves, the casual silk scarf, the way she walked all shouted sensuality, her own woman and one who knew her own mind. The heels and sexy legs though… they spoke to me of sex. They said I like to be fucked, and fucked well. I wondered how she would react when she knew I was on offer this evening. We’d reached Oxford Street and she headed towards Selfridges. I wanted to get closer and caught up with her at the entrance. As we pushed the door open together, my hand ‘accidentally’ touched hers making her look up at me momentarily. “Sorry” I said with a smile. Our eyes held for half a second and then she disappeared into the perfume section. ‘I’m going to enjoy tonight.’ I thought to myself, savouring the memory of her green eyes with a spark of sensuality deep inside.
I went to the coffee bar and sat in a corner nursing a cappuccino and thinking about what to wear and what toys to use, when she came in. I watched her closely. She sat at a table on the other side of the room and looked at her smartphone messages. I crossed my legs allowing my skirt to ride up a little. She obviously was aware of my gaze and looked up from the phone. I held her eyes letting my fingers slip down from my hair across my cleavage where I fingered the Ethiopian silver cross I always wear around my neck. She became a little flustered and her eyes away shifted from mine but not before she’d taken in my legs and heels. After a minute or so she stood up to leave, but there was a last little look across to me. I smiled at her but she looked away. ‘Mmmm, a shy one’ I thought, ‘usually the most passionate in bed’. It was 4.30, time for both of us to pamper and prepare.
I arrived at the hotel just before seven. Taking my clue from the way she dressed herself and how Alexandra had been fascinated by my legs I’d decided to wear a simple cream silk blouse over a tight short black leather skirt with sheer to waist tights and heels. I had slipped on a French raincoat to look a little more inconspicuous… and sophisticated. I normally subscribe to the view that ‘a dress should be tight enough to prove you’re a woman but loose enough to show you’re a lady’. At the hotel bar I picked up a bottle of chilled Mumms and a couple of champagne flutes and headed for the lift. Her husband had told me that she would be in room 252, so 7pm precisely found me tapping on the door.
The door opened quickly and Alexandra was standing there looking expectantly. The smile was replaced by a look of confusion and then of recognition as I said “hi”, holding up the bottle and the glasses. Taking advantage of her confusion I brushed past her into the room and set the champagne down on a small table and my bag on the floor. Turning to face her I unbuckled my raincoat belt and let it fall open. She still stood by the open door looking very puzzled; the green eyes flashing concern. “Don’t worry honey,” I said, “I don’t bite. I’m your birthday present from your husband. He’s asked me to entertain you this evening… his treat.” As she took this in I was able to observe her, noticing with delight that she was still wearing the sexy red shoes from this afternoon. As I’d taken a leisurely bath I’d been fantasising about those heels wrapped around my neck; they’d were a real turn on. She wore a lovely dress of see through lace over a fairly tight satin underdress to above her knee. Her scarlet lipstick and the red heels acting as bright full stops at either end of a very sexy body of black sensuality. I was impressed. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere?” she asked, still standing by the door. “Maybe” I said, walking across and closing the door, ensuring that the ‘do not disturb’ sign was facing out, ‘but I hope you’ll agree to see a lot more of me tonight.” Inwardly cringing about the cheap quip I took off my raincoat and with my back to her bent to pick up and pop the cork on the champagne. I poured two glasses and turned to hand one to her. She’d come closer to me and accepted the glass. She was smiling coyly. “I know what this is about” she said, a blush colouring her cheeks. “Ed must have picked up on what I told him about my fantasises. The devil!”
Five minutes later and we were sitting side by side on the couch. Alexandra was on her second glass and relaxing. I took my time, letting her get used to the idea. She wanted to know about my work as an escort and I gave her a few details, leading her on. She was interested and excited by my description of a lifestyle that she had not realised existed. I leant towards her, my legs crossed (for now), my arm across the back of the couch, hand within reach of her hair. I gave her many complements. My fingers brushed her hair as I admired its silkiness and then lightly slipped onto her neck. She allowed my fingers to stroke the soft skin. She put down her drink and looked at me, all big eyed and serious. “You’re very lovely but you do know I’ve never been with a woman, don’t you? I’m not sure what to do.” I looked at her appealing eyes and at her full mouth with oh so kissable lips, now slightly parted and wanting. “Don’t worry, Alex,” I breathed, “I’ll make it good.”
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