It’s 12pm on a Friday afternoon. I have just done my in-call appointment for the day and Big Joe is in the shower preparing to go back to work. I pop downstairs to check on my phones and find an email from a Dutch lady who calls herself Enna. Enna states in the email that she is trying to reach me but I’m not answering, am I available to speak to her. I check my phones and there I see two missed international calls so I text back apologising for missing the call and tell her that I am available to speak. Big Joe is dressed, I kiss him farewell and see him out the door. As I open, a cold gust of air blows in and I’m pleased that I don’t have anywhere I need to be today.
Enna calls again and this time I answer. She politely introduces herself and explains that her husband is passing through London on a four hour stop over; she has no idea what hotel he will be staying in yet but wants to know if I am available. Friday is usually a lazy day for me but I never miss an opportunity to see a Continental gentleman as they have a very different attitude towards companions and treat us very well. They are familiar with courtesan culture and understand the protocol much better than most local men. Enna explains that she and her husband have an open arrangement. He works for an international NGO and travels most of the time. Their agreement is that he is allowed to sleep with other woman on his travels on the condition that she chooses the woman and is allowed to speak to her first. I try to sound cool on the phone as if this sort of thing happens to me every day but honestly it doesn’t.
I did meet a man once whose wife allowed companions but her condition was that he never saw the same girl more than once to ensure that he did not become attached to them. I never saw him again obviously, so I never got the follow up on that story. Sometimes I receive enquiries from couples but often there is an element of coercion in those types of scenarios where one party is more interested than the other so I choose those appointments sparingly. What amazed me was Enna’s directness. She was not phoning me out of insecurity or to establish that she is the “boss” which is usually the case with women. Her primary concern during the discussion was to discuss my health, and to communicate her husband’s preferences to me.
I don’t usually take kindly to inquisitions regarding my health as these sorts of people are usually ill informed and typically if there are a lot of hygiene concerns prior to the appointment, the appointment itself is likely to be sterile. I give everything of myself to an encounter and find it is impossible to connect or do a proper GFE with a man who won’t kiss properly or has a germ phobia. I don’t like to place myself in circumstances where I am made to feel dirty so I simply avoid them altogether. Enna explains with delicacy that her husband will be in isolated island in scotland for the next two weeks and this is his last chance to see someone before setting off into the countryside. She wants to make certain that I test regularly as her husband likes to dine at the Y and naturally she is concerned about what he may bring home. I explain that I test for HIV every three months and do a full STD scan once a year and all tests have always been negative. I do not take risks with my health and that her husband has no reason to be concerned. I am slightly irritated by the questions but understand that Europeans always receive the worst news about UK and are simply taking precautions.
Enna proceeds to explain that her husband enjoys a sensual massage with extensive foreplay. He may not necessarily require penetration, it will be up to him but usually he can orgasm anything up to four times in two hours. Oh, I say nonchalantly somewhat lost for words. I accept Enna’s proposal and agree to await further contact from her husband. I have four hours to kill so I decide to have a long shower, wash my hair and do myself up for Enna’s husband.
I take my time in the shower, make sure every last hair is shaved off and wash my hair twice for luck. I have the time to make sure everything is perfect and while I’m busy, I contemplate the mysterious Dutch couple. If her husband works for an NGO then they must both be do gooders and do gooders rarely have such open attitudes towards sex. I assume that it must have something to do with their cultural heritage. If the Dutch invented the Red Light District, perhaps they are more accustomed to sharing their partners and there is a higher degree of acceptance? All of these questions swirl around in my mind as I make myself beautiful and drink copious amounts of coffee to negate the whiskey I drank with Big Joe earlier. I had assumed that that would be my last appointment for the day and could not resist tucking into the smoky, well oaked bottle of whiskey Big Joe had brought for me.
As I spritz myself with perfume, I see my phone is ringing again, the number is from the Netherlands but is not the same as Enna’s number so I assume it must be her husband. A man with a deep thundering voice greets me and introduces himself as Arie. He informs me that he is landed and which hotel he is heading to. I know this hotel well and explain that he needs to meet me in the pub as access cards are required in the elevator going up to the rooms. “No problem” he says. I describe myself and the outfit I’m wearing, Arie simply responded “You will not have a problem recognising me, I am a typical Dutchman”.
I jump in my car and fight my way in the traffic listening to Paramour as I negotiate a path through the rush hour and gridlocked London traffic. For heathrow escort appointment, I always budget forty five minutes to go to Heathrow Airport but since they’ve renovated the highway, travel time has decreased substantially. As soon as I hit the M25 highway towards the airport it’s a breeze and I arrive at the hotel within twenty five minutes. I straighten myself in the car, apply another layer of lipstick and spritz copious amounts of perfume for good measure. Catching the lift towards the lobby, I step out and see the bar straight ahead of me. My eyes scan the bar looking for the “typical Dutchman” and there standing at the bar counter sipping a draught beer is one tall, blonde man towering above the crowd. Bang, I do believe I’ve found my man.
I step lightly in my new high heels trying to gain the stealth advantage but the marble tiles in the corridor echo with each step betraying my arrival. The tall blonde man turns around and watches me walk towards him. His eyes move from my legs all the way up over my body and stop at my face. His face breaks from a very stern, serious expression into a broad beaming smile. “Carmen” he roars and opens his arms to greet me like an old friend. He kisses me on both cheeks, gesturing to the barman to pour me a drink. As the barman pours the whiskey, Arie and I make small talk. Discussing the weather and his onward flight schedule later that evening. He tells me that he has a package for me in his room, would I like to accompany him to go and get it? We pick up our glasses and head up to the room.
We stand in the elevator in silence. The doorman is standing with us and the moment seems a bit awkward. Arie is staring ahead of him looking very officious and I’m stunned as I contemplate my discussion with Enna earlier today. I had assumed by the nature of their relationship that they must both be a mature couple but Arie does not even look as if he is forty. A statuesque blonde with steel blue eyes, he certainly has the presence and the charisma of a strong mature man but there is not even a single laugh line on his face. Maybe it’s the cold weather in Amsterdam or maybe he never laughs I think to myself. Remembering the broad smile from the bar, I decide this can’t be the case. It must be good genes I say to myself as the elevator doors open.
I walk into Arie’s pristine room; all of his bags are still neatly packed. Only the bathroom has been used as there is a giant pool of water on the floor. I suppose a man of his height must have difficulty in the shower. Arie walks toward the desk and hands me an envelope. I begin to undress as he sits on the bed watching me. Asking me questions about the area and nearby restaurants. I dress down to my slip, pick up my whiskey and stand in front of him as we speak. He excuses himself to the bathroom and arrives back in the room wrapped in a towel. Arie lies down on the bed and I massage his back as we discuss life in general and his travel plans in UK.
As I am rubbing Arie’s back he cuts the conversation short and starts to moan. He turns around underneath me and pulls me forward, placing his tongue deep in my mouth. He pushes my head down towards his enormous erection. I take his cock in my hand and stroke it gently as I lick his balls. They are so large I cannot hold them in one hand but as I stroke beneath them I find the continuation of his penis running down between his legs. It is so pronounced that I hold it like another cock and stroke it as I take him in my mouth. Enna’s voice reverberates in my head as I suck his cock off. I replay our conversation and try to remember all of the things he likes. As I’m sucking Arie’s cock, his huge arms reach out and twist the lower half of my body around onto his face. His body is so long I can barely reach him and inch my way back down to get his cock back into my mouth. In an instant Arie begins to shudder and announces that he’s coming. I point his cock towards my chest and Arie comes all over my tits. “Ok!” he says “You can carry on now.”
Most men are flaccid at least for a few minutes after having an orgasm but Arie remained hard. I continued to suck his balls whilst rubbing his slippery come covered cock between my tits. “That feels good” he says and turns me over, kneeling over my chest and thrusting his cock at me as I held my tits together for tightness. Arie has the most serious expression on his face as he fucks himself off between my tits. He is thrusting so hard and so fast that I am scared to let go so I steel my attention and try to hold onto my slippery come covered tits as tightly as I can. Arie moans loudly as he comes again between my tits. This time the come seeps out slowly, with each drop he groans almost as if in agony and thrusts himself harder against my chest. He stops, sighs and then announces that I am a mess!
Arie breaks out into another rare smile, reaches out for my hand a leads me to the bathroom. He runs the hot tap in the basin and wets the corner of a towel whilst wiping me down he tells me “that was the best tit fuck I ever had.” “I was really amazed how you held on so tightly, you should come to Amsterdam the men there would love you.” I laughed as Arie wiped me down with the towel amazed by his care and concern in cleaning me down. Enna and Arie certainly have one thing in common, their directness and honesty. After Arie had finished cleaning me I headed back to the room and finished my whiskey. Arie returned and lay back down on the bed. “Sorry for that interruption, where were we?”
I continued to rub down Arie’s back as he made anecdotal quips about fucking my tits and did a technical comparative analysis on other similar experiences he has had. As I moved down Arie’s back towards his hips he began to moan again grinding his pelvis against the bed. I reached my hand between his legs and held on to his engorged perineum as he moved. It was hard again so I pulled his cock back down towards me and sucked on it. With that Arie promptly turned around and began to thrust his cock into my mouth. ”Oh my God this is excellent” Arie says “Put a condom on so that I can fuck you.” I assumed this meant I must have passed Enna’s hygiene test and followed Arie’s instructions sucking the condom onto his cock with my mouth. Arie pushed my head down to the bed so that my ass was pointed up in the air and positioned himself behind me. He held onto my thighs tightly and fucked me hard. As he fucked me I felt his cock become harder and larger and begin to throb inside me, he was coming again and with the intensity of his thrusting I could feel myself begin to come too. I asked him not to stop and Arie obliged fucking me thoroughly until my pussy had stopped convulsing.
I rolled over and lay flat on the bed to recover for a minute but Arie was not having it and climbed on top of me to finish what I had started. Face down in the cushions, almost breathless I feel Arie’s cock inside of me again. It felt good from that angle so I decided to lock my ankles to make myself tighter for him. This time he took his time, sliding the whole length of his cock in and out of me slowly. I could feel the head of penis pushing against my pubic bone as he entered. “Ah, what muscle contraction is this?” Arie bellowed “That’s right Carmen, squeeze your pussy tight for me, I like this sensation.” I squeezed with all my might and Arie began thrusting harder and faster again. “Oh my God, I’m coming Carmen.” His thrusting rhythm became uneven and I was concerned that if I moved even an inch, I might do myself an injury so I grabbed onto the top of the bed and tried to make myself rigid to absorb the blow and not move all over the place, with that Arie came.
Arie lay down next to me panting. Stunned by the number of orgasms he had had in such a short time, I asked him how old he was. Arie told me that he is thirty seven and his wife is thirty five. I told him that I was amazed by the openness of his relationship with Enna and how unusual it is to meet couples who are so secure. He explained that he travels the world and that he has to have proper sex at least once a week otherwise it affects his mental ability. His wife understands and used to travel with him but can’t now because they have small children. I asked him if Enna has the same freedoms. “Of course not!” Arie exclaims “ Enna is my wife; I will not have her fucking other men. Enna is only allowed to fuck other women.” Oh I said trying to sound casual about the whole thing.
The telephone rang; it was Enna phoning to find out if everything went smoothly. There was a lot of banter in Dutch which I could not understand and then Arie handed me the phone. Enna thanked me for being on time and told me that Arie was very happy thank you very much. I bid farewell to Enna and jumped into the shower while Arie looked for an outfit in his suitcase. When I came out Arie was pulling a pair of jeans over a pair of bright neon underpants. I was struck by how outwardly conservative he seems yet I rarely encounter a man who wears bright neon underwear.
I kissed Arie goodbye and headed down the elevator alone. I opened my bag to find my parking ticket and found an extra hundred dollar bill lying in my bag. That is what I love about Continentals, not that they tip because they don’t always but they are always discreet about payment and never make a big deal about it. I jumped in my car and drove straight home against the traffic to prepare for an evening out with my friends.