Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)
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				Title: <strong>Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 15:07:02</strong>
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				Scott threw the mobile phone at the wall, as he screamed out in anger. He'd years before stopped punching walls to vent his frustration and fury after a trip to an accident and emergency. He'd sat, waiting for his own treatment for a minor matter and had to listen to their resetting the bones of a young man who'd thought that buildings made good punch bags. The screams had chilled any inclination to the rather violent relaxation technique that he might himself have had.<br><br>The phones bouncing partially released his emotions as did the scream. The shipping company had somehow managed to lose one of the two boxes of his leather bound encyclopedia's on the trip over from the UK. The set could be replaced, but the leather binding's would take months. They would leave a gaping hole on the book cases in his study and the fact he still had half the set as a reminder seemed only to add insult, in many way's he'd have preferred to have lost the whole set.<br><br>Taking deep breaths to cool his anger and disappointment, he walked over to look out the window, deliberately stepping on several of the larger bits of the now dismantled phone, the 'Crunch' giving a minor sense of satisfaction. as crushed them. He stood staring out the window of the hotel room to the evening view of the city and thought back, as he took a cigar from his humidor, cut then lit, and let himself relax.<br><br>It had been a long haul from his childhood. The years at St Andrews University studying Physics, then the PhD. After that the time working as a lab assistant whilst he carried on his real interests in his part time. Finally a minor break through that he'd been able sell to an American Solar Cell Manufacturer. A mere two percent more efficient didn't sound much, but the discovery, boring and obscure had been of commericial worth. Now in his late thirties he was able to re-invent himself and indulge his taste for the finer things in life.<br><br>The books were one such hobby, as was the cigars and fine food and drink and more laterally escorts. Never really one for the ladies, Scott had been more interested in his studies whilst at University. Thereafter his luck hadn't really been in his favour. When the first of the cheques for the Patent licensing came through, he'd banked most of it then started to transform himself from slightly overweight and unfit scientists in to something a bit more refined. He'd also made his first visit to an escort.<br><br>She'd been an older woman in her late 40's, it had been the pictures of her full breasts and plump curves that had attracted him. It had been a mixture of exhilaration, disappointment and awkwardness. Still ever one to further his education, Scott had stuck at it and come to enjoy the uncomplicated company of escorts. <br><br>He'd gone to a health farm and gotten his diet sorted, losing some weight. He'd visited tailors and gotten proper hand made custom suits and shirts made, more proper for someone of as he saw it status than T-Shirts and casual trousers. At heart he knew that he was a bit of a slob. The expensive tailored clothing was a veneer that covered what he was really like. It was however he thought as he puffed smoke against the glass of the window in thought, the mask he wore. <br><br>At six foot two, Scott was heavy built, broad across the shoulders. Whilst not with the defined muscle's of someone who worked out for hours every day, his time in the gym had given him a firm powerful body. His blue&nbsp; eyes reflected in the glass as he stroked his short cut dark beard. His hair was dark with each year an increasing amount of grey starting to show at the sides of his temples. He looked he knew about ten years older than he actually was, he'd long ago resigned himself to losing his hair and had taken to having it cut extremely short, even so the hints of grey were also there.<br><br>Taking a seat as he pondered upon existence, Scott lingered over his cigar as he stared out the window at the view. When the cigar started to burn low, he extinguished it then went to the bathroom. He showered and cleaned himself then walked through to the bedroom of the suite. Contemplating what suit to wear, he picked out a favourite of his, a black three piece suit. He liked wearing waist coats and smiled as he put on a crisp white starched shirt then the waist coat. He slid his solid silver pocket watch and fob into place in the waist coats pocket and pulled on the trousers of suit and did up his tie. <br><br>As someone who had been used to buying his shoes in supermarkets he'd been horrified to discover how expensive custom made shoes were. Still quality showed and there was no reason for skimping on his clothing when the Patent had made him rich, and continued to boost his bank account each month as the license payments flowed in.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at the safe and pondered. One of the things he liked about America, was their attitude to firearms. Walking over he keyed in the code then not able to entirely shake off the sense of wonder drew out one of his Pistols and holstering it, slid on the shoulder holster. Checking it lay flat under his left armpit he pulled on his suit jacket and stood looking in the mirror smiled.<br><br>He'd once been told he looked permanently grim and off putting. Inwardly he found it funny how far appearance often differed from reality. Slipping his wallet into his inside left jacket pocket he put a small fold of bills into his trouser pocket to draw tips from. Walking over he hunted through the debris of his phone, then retrieving the sim card, thankfully undamaged, he swapped it into his spare, putting the remains into the bucket. <br><br>He checked the concealed video system was operating, more a protection against his being falsely accused of anything than an fetish of his then left the room, locking it and headed down to the hotel bar where he was supposed to meet the escort. He'd been given her details by another escort he'd used. All he really knew about her was that she was 'a nice person' and that this was her first time as an escort. To avoid any embarrassment, he'd taken to the practice of simply giving the escorts and envelope at the start of the evening with the fee in it. It tended to put them more at ease knowing they had the money, and it avoided difficult situations if he didn't take to them and terminated the encounter early.<br><br>Whilst the lift headed down to the ground floor, he ignored the disapproving look from an older lady as he took a sip from his hip flask. He found the Yanks' general attitude to booze and cigars as off putting as he found their attitude to firearms a joy. Along with resenting England, booze and tobacco were national pass times. <br><br>When the lift hit the bottom, he exited. Scott was looking forward to a nice evening, a drink in the bar, then off to the Opera. After that if he took a liking to the woman, back to his hotel room. He tended to avoid paying for an overnight on the first couple of encounters until he formed a view.<br><br>Ordering a double of Armagnac, Scott took a seat at the table beside the piano, the arranged meeting place and placed the envelope on the table at the other side. Then he sat and waited for the escort to arrive.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 05:55:22</strong>
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				Her eyes glanced up at the clock once more, her heart racing with each tick of the second hand. The panic was welling in her chest, a thick blanket of anxiety cloaking her lungs. Her eyes flicked to the other woman in the room with her; the one holding her five year old son.<br><br>"I can't do this," she whispered, letting her body sink onto the couch. Evelyn slowly placed her head in her shaking hands, breathing in deeply as the next hour slowly drew nearer. The couch sagged beside her, and soon a gentle hand was placed on her back.<br><br>"Evie, you can do this. Trust me on this." Her friend always knew exactly what to say, but today, it just wasn't enough. This was too big for her to comprehend. Evelyn Sawyer was trying to prepare for her night job - her first "shift" at the new firm, and she couldn't do it. <br><br>Recently single after catching her boyfriend of seven years in bed with not one, but three women <em>and</em> another man, she was left on her own to look after herself and support her son, Jackson. For the first few weeks, as any young woman would after having her heart broken, she spent the days in bed and the nights raiding the freezer in efforts to consume as much ice cream and chocolate as possible.<br><br>It took her four weeks before she let anyone come and see her, and the first person on the scene was Lisa, her best friend. They spent almost 24 hours in her bed together, talking about what had happened and how Evelyn could possibly move on. It was decided then that she would go job hunting, while Lisa watched Jackson, and then at least they would have a source of income, much-needed as Jackson was soon to start Grade 1, and money was needed. Uniforms and stationary and new bags were all needed, seeing as his father wasn't contributing anything to his upbringing.<br><br>After a month of searching with no luck, Evelyn was about to give up, before Lisa handed her a card one day. The card read <em>Miss. Lacy's Escort Service</em>. She rang up, on a whim, and soon became employed within their company. That was last week.<br><br>It only just hit her today, an hour before she needed to leave to meet up with this "Scott" person, just what she was doing. Panic was bubbling in Evelyn's chest as her eyes rolled up, taking in the time, seeing that only a few minutes had passed. She just wanted the night to be over with; she knew she was going to make a fool of herself. This was her first "client" and her first escorting session. Miss Lacey hadn't trained her or anything. Her words of advice were simply, "Just go with what you feel."<br><br><em>If I were to go with what I feel, I would have quit when you phoned me up,</em> Evelyn thought bitterly as Lisa prattled on about why she should go out tonight.<br><br>"... it'll break you out of your shell, out of your funk, and hell; you might be able to get some hot-guy booty tonight too." The grin on her friends face was enough to make her burst into laughter, and nod her head in agreement.<br><br>"G'on, Mommy," Jackson encouraged, with a smile. "Me and Auntie Lisa will have fun watching Disney while you're out."<br><br>Luckily Jackson didn't know exactly what Evelyn was going out for, and hopefully he would never need to ask. This transition away from his father had been hard enough on him; if she were to try and explain what her new job meant, she was scared the poor boy might need therapy - Jackson was very bright, intelligent and inquisitive for a five year old.<br><br>"Okay, okay, I'm sure I can try it out. I can always quit after today, right?" She smiled lightly as she stood, following a bouncy Lisa into her bedroom, where an outfit for the night was laid out. She took the black lingerie in one hand before heading into the bathroom, showering and drying off quickly before slipping into the material, a blush forming on her cheeks as her assets were emphasised by the cut of the bra and panties.<br><br>Stepping out of the bathroom, she held back a retort as Lisa whistled deep and shouted out "sexy mama", to which Jackson repeated after her. Evelyn felt her cheeks heat up once more before rushing to the bed, picking up the soft, red gown and slipping it on, smiling as the satin material slid over her form and hugged her curves. The dress was like a second skin, but wasn't too revealing. It showed off her figure just enough to be appropriate for all occasions, as all the client requested was for her to wear a "gown".<br><br>She said quick goodbyes to Lisa and Jackson before moving outside of the small house she lived in, and into the waiting car that Lacey provides for each night a girl has a client to meet with. The driver quickly took her to the hotel he asked her to meet at, thanking the driver and moving quickly inside, feeling slightly self conscious with what she was wearing.<br><br>Pulling the photo of Scott from her clutch and glancing at it quickly, she surveyed the room, her eyes landing on the back of the man in the photograph. She smiled, slipping the photo back into the small bag and pulling out her compact, checking her make-up looked fine and her long black hair was still in it's elegant twist, before heading over to him.<br><br>He stood in front of the bar, and Evelyn noted how the top of her head just brushed the underside of his shoulder as she shuffled up close, welling all her bravery and coyness, before whispering huskily in his ear. "Scott?"<br><br>Evelyn watched as the man turned around, drink in hand, looking slightly surprised. "I'm Ev-" she coughed. "Serenity. From Miss Lacey's?" Her eyes watched for any changes on his features, her heart speeding up as she waited for a response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:55:35</strong>
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				Looking down at her with a grim look on his face Scott nodded in greeting and gently tapped the envelope on the table with one finger as he said in a thick heavy Scottish accent,<br><br>"Pleased to meet you Serenity, that's just a small gift for you."<br><br>The personalised luxury stationery envelope contained a number of 100 dollar bills that equated to the fee for her 'companionship' in the evening. He looked away politely for a moment as he raised his hand to indicate to the bar man that he wanted a refill for himself and a drink for his companion.<br><br>Having ordered the drink and given her a polite opportunity to take the envelope, Scott took a moment to look her over. He was obvious and slightly lacking in any hint of subtly as he regarded her. His grim look never left his face, he wondered if she was a Firefly fan with a name like that, but decided that was a bit too geekish a topic to raise.<br><br>Scott had always found it awkward to deal with women. Initially there had he knew been self esteem issues and fear of rejection. When he'd become wealthy his self confidence had grown but he was far from suave or debonair. He sat, as the silence lengthened not smiling nor talking. He knew he should say something but struggled to think what.&nbsp; Thinking back to a dating 'Top Tips'&nbsp; list he'd seen on the internet he said, his accent heavy,<br><br>"You look lovely. I've got us a couple of tickets to Carmen at the Met."<br><br>He sat and hoped that the Met's version was better than the rather uninspired Scottish Opera version he'd seen. Scott looked her over again as he sat dour and grim faced waiting for the bar man to come to offer her a drink. It was just after six pm and he'd 'booked' her till mid night. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 23:29:32</strong>
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				Evelyn was confused. Why would a man who requested an escort be looking so... grim? She shook her head slightly as she picked up the envelope, slipping it into her clutch, smiling up to Scott.<br><br>"Thank you," she spoke softly, taking the seat next to him, feeling rather small as her feet just brushed the ground once she had settled in her place. Evelyn was only a petite 5 foot even, and half the time she found her height to be more of a hindrance than anything. She had the build of a dancer - curvaceous, not too thin, but also not to large.<br><br>She sipped lightly at the drink she had ordered from the barman, keeping it simple so not to have Scott spending even more of his money on her. She always felt bad when people spent exuberant amounts of cash on her, when she was - in her mind at least - not worth the money half the time.<br><br>"I love Carmen. It's only one of the greatest opera's... in my opinion, I mean." Evelyn blushed as she noticed her almost slip up then. She had already slipped up in almost giving her real name to Scott, but hopefully he didn't notice. The first rule Lacey had told her was to never reveal who she was outside of the business, as sometimes it could land people in a lot of trouble.<br><br>They both finished up their drinks, exchanging small talk somewhat nervously. She stood slowly, not used to the heels on her feet, before both Scott and herself moved towards the door, his hand pressed to her lower back as he directed her.<br><br>"Are we walking there? I-I mean, how far is it to the Met?" Evelyn had lived in New York her whole life, but still did not know at least half the city, especially the theatre district. She had always dreamed of going; it seemed like tonight her dream would come true.<br><br>The night air nipped at her skin and she shivered slightly as she waited for Scott's response, pulling her thin shawl tighter around her shoulders.
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				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 00:13:47</strong>
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				Scott wondered why she hadn't thought to bring more appropriate clothing, a jacket perhaps, as the limo drew up,<br><br>"I've got us a ride arranged," he explained.<br><br>Escorting her into the car he sat beside her as the car pulled out into the traffic. As they sat in the back of the limo, Scott let his hand rest on her thigh, just above the knee. The grim and dark look wasn't gone but he seemed more at ease with her in private as he asked,<br><br>"What sort of thing interests you Serenity, as pass times?"<br><br>He couldn't help but wonder as he sat beside his companion, how she would feel in his arms. She had a pleasant womanly figure and smelt pleasant. He didn't know much about her and was interested. If tonight worked out agreeably to him and he sought her company again, it would be useful to know her interests so they might have an enjoyable time together. The Opera he knew, wasn't to everyone's liking.<br><br>His hand, although it rested on her thigh, just above the knee didn't go exploring. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 12:26:54</strong>
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				Evelyn looked up at Scott as she slid into the backseat, and the presence of his hand on her thigh did not go unnoticed by her either. She could feel her cheeks flaming up slightly at the intimate gesture so early in the evening, but then she realized this is what she did; she'd have to get used to touchy-feely nature of men if she were to continue working with Miss. Lacey.<br><br>"I'm a pretty ordinary girl, really," Evelyn admitted shyly, wondering if she was right in telling Scott about her likes and dislikes, considering at this moment in time she was supposed to be playing Serenity. She didn't even know where the name came from; must have been from watching too many sci-fi shows and movies again.<br><br>"I like to read, watch TV and movies... the norm." She shrugged noncommittally, looking up at Scott from under her lashes. From this angle, she saw just how good looking he was - strong jaw, muscular but not too much so, and his eyes... Evelyn always considered the eyes to be the most beautiful and most informative part of a person, and in Scott's case, she thought them true. They shone with... what she considered to be curiosity, but she didn't know what to. Maybe tonight would be a good time to find out... even if it meant she ended up caught up under the sheets with him.<br><br>Evelyn let out a deep breath she was unaware she had been holding in, still watching Scott for any traces of change on his face. "I mean, it all sounds pretty boring when you think about it... But what I love, what I really love is music. Any kind. Opera, country, pop, rock, metal; you name it, I love it. As long as it covers the silence, you know what I mean?"<br><br>She was fully aware that by now she was babbling and rambling on, but Evelyn could not stop herself. Her mouth just kept moving and words kept spilling forth, and she looked at Scott, wondering if he would interrupt her just to get her to stop any time soon.
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				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 00:38:59</strong>
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				Scott smiled as she talked and he listened. The limo drove through the streets, rain coming down on the windows in the early evening. He disliked most music, but mentioning it now would be a bit of a conversation stopper. Opera and the occasional musical was about the limit of his tastes, he didn't mind swing music or light Jazz but was no expert.<br><br>He wondered what had lead to her becoming an expert. If he took a liking to her and grew curious there was a private detective agency he'd used in the UK, doubtless they would have contacts over on the US side of the Pond. Serenity appeared to him to be nervous but quite lively, perhaps lacking the experience and sophistication of some of the other escorts he'd met, but still an attractive woman.<br><br>Drawing out a cigar, Scott, cut the end, lit, drew and puffed out in the back of the car then replaced his hand on her thigh, this time slightly further up. Things were so much simpler with escorts he thought, it reduced things to a straight forward economic transaction. <br><br>"What about reading, what sort of books interest you Serenity? I've got quite a varied taste myself, I quite like Science Fiction, History and of course Science books. Lately I've started to venture into the Classics to broaden my education a bit."<br><br>It crossed his mind to ask her for a blow job, certainly it suited his current mood. Given however this was only their first meeting, he refrained given he would follow his usual practice of deciding if he liked her and felt comfortable with her before initiating the physical side. Some of the escorts he'd met had been a bit intimidating or obviously hardened and he'd simply dropped them. He felt comfortable if not quite serene with Serenity. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 06:32:31</strong>
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				She turned her face towards Scott, her eyes taking in each change of expression on his face, her brow creasing as he began smoking the cigar. Evelyn shook her head, trying not to let it show that she wasn't fond of people smoking, but watching Scott, it gave him this almost... debonair look. She flickered her eyes up to him, her tongue coming out to wet her lower lip, before she responded to Scott's question.<br><br>"I love the classics. Shakespeare, Wilde, Austen, Dickens... and I also like fantasy and," she broke off, giggling softly. "I love romance <br>novels, but I suppose that was a given."<br><br>She didn't ignore the soft fluttering in her stomach as his hand moved higher on her thigh. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in so long; it was welcome, and warmed her through, right to her core, which she noticed was slightly wet. She rubbed her thighs together, hopefully inconspicuously, not wanting to show Scott right at this moment just what affect he was having on her body. She reached up, pressing a hand to his shoulder, tracing the line of it from where it met his neck, down along his arm, to his fingers which were splayed out along her thigh.<br><br>Things were coming naturally to her, the more she sat with Scott. The fear and worry that had filled Evelyn's body earlier had been replaced with adrenaline and lust. Her body was letting her know that it truly desired the man next to her. Realizing this, Evelyn's small hand moved from Scott's and onto his own thigh, her nails tracing along the front fold on his suit pants, before slipping around and tracing the inner seam. Evelyn's lower lip was pulled between her teeth as she watched Scott's face for a reaction as her palm brushed against his groin, thinking she could feel him stirring to life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 00:22:54</strong>
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				Scott was surprised at how confident and forward Serenity was for a new escort. He felt himself stiffen and go hard as she touched him. His own hand sat still on her thigh. He did nothing to discourage her, or encourage her, wondering how far she planned to go. It occurred to him she might be trying to 'get it over and done with'in the hope that pleasuring him now would satiate him and avoid her having to deliver more later.<br><br>Still she had a body that was pleasing to look at and if she wasn't classically beautiful she had a figure that promised fun between the sheets. He wondered idly what had driven her to her present predicament has he ran his gaze over her curves.<br><br>He sat silent. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 12:20:14</strong>
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				His silence was killing her. Was she doing something wrong? Or was she pushing the boundaries too early? From what she remembered of the idle chatter of Lacey's meeting rooms, most clients normally waited until at least half the planned excursion - or whatever their plan for the day was - had passed until physical advances were made. But Evelyn sat there, still glancing lightly at Scott as she realised he was turning her on. And she hadn't felt like this in so long; many, many months before what she now knows as her "sham" relationship ended.<br><br>Evelyn pulled in a deep breath, looking forward in the car to make sure the driver wasn't paying attention to the occurrences in the back seat, before she turned to Scott, plucked up all the courage she could, and straddled his lap, resting her aching core right above his now hard member, slowly pressing her hips to his as her hands went to his shoulders.<br><br>"Tell me," she whispered huskily into his ear, making sure she was careful to brush his skin with her soft, glossed lips. "What you desire... what you want, right now."<br><br>One hand moved back to cup the back of his neck as she re-angled her face, looking into Scott's eyes. Evelyn knew that this could be pretty bad, but as she lowered her lips to Scott, she couldn't help but wonder what could go wring. She could, of course, blame her mistakes on the fact that this was her first time, and Scott... well, he wasn't helping her in staying "innocent", as Miss. Lacey had put it earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 14:42:52</strong>
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				Putting the cigar to one side as she sat astride him and offered herself to him, Scott moved his hands to her waist. He was slightly surprised at her apparent lust. Things were moving a lot quicker than he had planned or intended but he had little reason for complaint.<br><br>Letting his hands slide down her hips to fondler her bottom he squeezed slightly, pulling her harder against him. Scott's hands moved back to her waist once more as he looked into her eyes and said calmly,<br><br>"Take your dress off for me. I want to see what's on offer before I choose."<br><br>He leaned back slightly as he waited watch her partially strip for him. <br><br>Scott's manhood was rigid with lust for the woman, it crossed his mind that if he liked what he saw he might offer her a 'tip' for her to go bareback. He'd never done that before but Serenity had certainly stirred his ardour in a way no other woman had in the past. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 12:35:15</strong>
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				The nerves came rocketing back into her body as Scott's words hit her ears. <em> Take your dress off for me...</em><br><br>She shivered. Whether it was from the air conditioning in the car, or the husky timbre of Scott's deep voice, she was unaware. Evelyn was, however, aware of the new shock of lust that ran through her veins; a shock that she was sure he would be able to see, as goosebumps rose on her flesh. With shaky hands, she slowly untied the straps that held the satin halter-neck up, letting them drop. Her arms moved to cover her bra-clad chest, a blush rising to every inch of her skin as Evelyn realized that Scott was the first man in a long, long time to see her sans clothes.<br><br>"If... if that's what you wish for." She knew that he could hear the nerves in her voice. Hell, she couldn't be bothered disguising them as their lusty eyes met, and her arm slowly lowered, taking with it the strapless white-lace bra she was wearing. The cool air hit her nipples, and she felt as they puckered under his gaze, her own hands reaching for his and resting them on the swell of her breasts, feeling as his thumbs began tracing patterns on her soft skin.
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				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 16:32:44</strong>
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				Sliding her dress up her thighs to her waist, Scott then slipped the dress up over her head to leave her astride him in just her panties and high heels. he leaned back for a moment to get a look at her. He was pleased she'd not worn stockings for it left her legs bare. She had fine heavy breasts and he gently cupped them in his hands, letting the side of his thumb rub against her aroused nipples as he contemplated. <br><br>He did not usually move so quickly with his escorts to a physical stage this far advanced this early on, but he could feel a need Serenity for companionship that matched his own. He took his time, not rushing as he enjoyed the feel of her breasts in his hands, then slid them down her rib cage to rest once more on her waist. <br><br>Letting his right hand move down to between her legs he pulled them down slightly to expose her pubis and womanhood, examining to see if she was shaved, trimmed or natural then let the panties move back into place as he put his hand back to partially encircling her waist.<br><br>Looking into her eyes he said calmly in his heavy Scottish accent, in response to her request to know what he wanted,<br>"I want to fuck you now, then during the intermission of the Opera I want to take you anally."<br><br>Giving her waist a slight squeeze he said,<br>"I'll pay extra to go bareback."<br><br>He wasn't sure how experienced she was, and he knew that this was her first time as an escort but she had a fine body and her personality appealed to him greatly. He intended if he could to savour all the treasures she had before the night was out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 12:54:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned at the honesty of his words. Evelyn had always loved dirty talk, but Michael [her ex] never saw the need for it. He was one of those prude men... well, pseudo prude, as the case turned out to be. The bastard was in bed with four other people; definitely putting on a front for her all those years...<br><br>Evelyn leant forward, biting the lobe of Scott's ear gently, before running her tongue over the shell of his ear. "I might need a little... persuasion..."<br><br>She grinned as she heard his slight hitch of breath, her hands moving between them to undo his dress slacks, reaching inside and pulling out his now hardened cock. She licked her lips as her hands closed around him, his thickness spurring another flood of moisture between her legs. Gently pumping him a few times, she raised her hips from his lap, noting with a satisfied smirk the slight wet patch on the front of the black pants, before sliding out of her panties. Evelyn balanced herself in the car before him, her fingers trailing down her flat stomach, past the silver bar through her belly button before her fingertips glided over her bare, slick flesh.<br><br>"Is this what you desire?" Her hips began swaying to an imaginary beat, her mind lost in its own fantasy of getting fucked by a complete stranger, no longer nervous about this night.<br><br>"Or maybe this?" She knelt between his parted legs, swiping her tongue over his swollen tip, before shaking her head. "No, I don't like that idea much... maybe this one?"<br><br>Evelyn carefully turned around on the spot, hooking her legs either side of Scott's before taking back her place in his lap, his erection sliding between her dripping lower lips. She reached down, pressing her small hands onto the seat for leverage as she lifted herself up, before taking him deep within her already pulsing walls, moaning as his long, thick shaft stretched her in ways she had only dreamed of.<br><br>"Oh, fuck yes, Scott."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 01:17:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Serenity wasn't Scott thought one of the coy sophisticated Escorts, more an amateur in heat. Still it was hard not to find her obvious enthusiasm quite sexy. When she sank down onto his erection, impaling herself he moved his hands up her ribs then slid them round to cup her breasts. <br><br>Seated as he was with her ontop in the back of the limo, it was largely going to be her show as far as motion was concerned. Giving her luscious breasts a hard squeeze, just short of painful for her he nipped at the back of her ear lobe with his teeth and whispered,<br><br>"Take it slow, I want to enjoy being inside you. Your lovely and tight."<br><br>He squeezed her breasts again, this time less strongly to encourage her.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 12:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft moan fell from Evelyn's lips as she began to move atop Scott. Her hands moved to join his that were resting on her breasts as her hips moved against his, rocking on his cock. He was large; much larger than she had first realized, but he stretched her in all the right ways. She leaned her head back, resting it on Scott's shoulder, the motion of the limo they were in adding to her arousal as she began to lift herself up and down his length, gasping lightly each time he hit a spot deep within her.<br><br>Evelyn's eyes closed as Scott whispered to her, his words stirring a need deep within her as she began to move faster, needing to bring the both of them to completion, knowing she only had a limited amount of time. Not knowing if she'd be able to reach her peak in the short time span, Evelyn decided it would be better to ignore her own selfish needs, and focus on getting Scott off. He was the client after all. He was the man paying her for the night, so may as well make it a good one for him.<br><br>She continued to ride him, clenching her walls around his impressive length with each rise of her body, rolling her hips against his each time their pelvises made contact. One of her hands slid down her body, reaching into his slacks to cup his balls, rolling them in her hands as she moved hard above him.<br><br>She just hoped she was doing everything right; this was all instinctual tonight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 22:43:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Serenity might not be an experienced escort but her enthusiasm certainly classed her as a gifted amateur. Scott felt orgasm approach and the muscles in his legs and back tighten. Arching his back slightly and thrusting up to meet her stroke he groaned and squeezed her breasts hard as he sprayed his seed inside her. <br><br>Lightly biting the back of her neck he moaned,<br>"Good girl" as she massaged his balls as he came.<br><br>"Your gorgeous" he added with a groan. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 23:14:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew a blush was painting her face as Scott praised her for her actions. Her cheeks felt hot with embarrassment as she slowly lifted herself off Scott's still rigid length, her heart racing. Evelyn was thankful that she had remained on birth control, even after leaving her ex. She felt some sense of pride and accomplishment that she had managed to make Scott orgasm, and as she slowly got dressed - a tough feat considering the vehicle was still moving, and she felt Scott's hands on her bared skin.<br><br>As the car pulled up outside of the theatre, the shuddering stop causing Evelyn to fall into Scott's lap, she blushed brightly. Slowly standing, Evelyn let her lips brush briefly against Scott's as the driver came around, offering a hand to Evelyn and helping her out of the car. She kept her head down as she heard Scott coming out behind her, trying to hide the shiver of surprise as his hand rested on her lower back as they walked into the theatre.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xcaled</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 21:56:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott spent the time up until the intermission with his hand resting on Serenity's thigh. He'd secured them a private box and the music took on a special thrill when he had her flesh under his hand. Remembering his thoughts in the car on the way to the show, he lead her down to the garage area adjoining the theatre.<br><br>Noting the position of the video CCTV and picking a blank spot in coverage at the back of the limo he kissed Serenity as his hand reached up her skirt, looking to pull down her panties. <br><br>In his thick Scottish accent he asked as he kissed her neck,<br>"So how are you enjoying the Opera?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romantic encounters (Xcaled / TheirDirtySecret)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheirDirtySecret</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 22:55:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tilted her head back, allowing Scott's lips more access to her skin. She began to talk about how much she was enjoying the show, her eyes closed as her hands subconsciously began to unbuckle his dress slacks. Evelyn was lost in the moment. The chance to be whoever she wanted to be, however she wanted to be was too much of a draw for her.<br><br>She pushed down Scott's slacks and underwear, hooking her leg around his waist as she felt him pushing her back against the wall. She felt Scott's fingers on her wet sex, probing her; teasing her. Evelyn letout a groan of exasperation as she pulled his lips back to hers. She brutally kissed Scott as they continued teasing each other, the fact that they were in a dimly lit garage the furthest thing from her mind right now. However, she couldn't help the words that fell from her lips as their hips met, nothing separating them now.<br><br>"I thought you would have taken me in the box, where anyone could see."
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