My Sex Bar Encounter

Most of the time when I have an evening off from London escorts, I do not really hang around bars. But for some reason, this particular evening I was in desperate needs of a gin and tonic and I popped into a bar. My day at London escorts had been kind of exhausting and I felt that I needed a break. As I set myself down at the bar, I spotted the most gorgeous guy and he really turned me on.

He gave me a certain look over his wine glass. At first, it thought it was a bit unusual for a guy to drink wine but you get all sorts these days. I was not rally in a mood to chat to anybody. My day at London escorts had been horrible and I just needed to drown my sorrows. Most of my dates had been late, and a new gent had turned up drink. I was not in the best of moods, and wanted to put my horrid date at London escorts behind me. In an instant, I knew that it was not going to happen.

The guys across the bar was really sexy. He had dark hair with a fleck of grey running through it. I don’t normally fancy older guys but there was something special. A few years ago at London escorts, I did used to date a guy that looked very much like him but he had moved abroad. He had been a real adventure to be with and always got me going. Sitting there, many happy memories of our time at London escorts flooded back.

I smiled at him, and gestured for him to come and sit next to me. Actually I could not believe what I was doing but I knew that I wanted him and was not prepared to let him go without a chat. As he stood up I could see that he was tall and slim. Using my best judgement, I would say that he was in his mid 40’s. Of course, I could not say that he reminded me of a guy at London escorts, so I asked him if he went to my gym. I know – the most pathetic chat up line ever but I could not really tell him I worked for London escorts or that i was a bisexual escort.

He touched me on my knee as he sat down on the bar stool next to me, and I felt myself get absolutely soaking immediately. There was something so primal about his presence and I knew that I had to have him. Looking at his hands, I could not spot a wedding ring. He must have felt what I felt as a couple of minutes later we were out of the door. My boudoir was close by so we went there. Within minutes we were enveloped in sheer passion. I just wanted to feel him inside me. When he finally did penetrate me from behind with me leaning over the bed, I could not stop moaning. It was such a pleasure if though we were just really fucking. The rest I don’t remember very much of, but I did wake up totally exhausted the next morning but my mystery man was gone.

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