I love being a *mistress* in London as it brings me many opportunities to meet new and interesting people from all over the world. It expands my mind and opens my eyes to many different ways of living life. I get to enjoy delicious meals in some of London’s most celebrated restaurants, I have the opportunity to stay in the suites of such hotels as Claridges or The Ritz but most of all I have fun. My life is exciting and never dull, take for instance, Robert. He was a hard working man who worked for long hours in the City and often took work home with him at the weekends. We were first introduced when he plucked up the courage to call our London escort agency and request my company one afternoon.
I arrived at his office building at a few minutes to 1pm. I spoke to the receptionist who confirmed that I was expected and she allowed me to pass through to the inner office. Once inside I stood with my back to the door waiting for him to look up and acknowledge my arrival. He didn’t. He shuffled papers, hastily scrawled notes and growled at the phone when it beeped. I cleared my throat to make my presence known and he looked up surprised and a little confused. ‘Can I help you?’ he asked. ‘I’m from the agency’ I responded ‘We have a date.’ ‘Oh, is it that time already?’ well I had expected a more welcoming greeting but as I am a practical girl I walked over to him and stood behind his chair where I laid both hands on his shoulders and began to apply a light pressure and massage the stress from him.
‘You seem very tense’ I observed, ‘no, no just busy’ he muttered as he shuffled more paper vigorously. I placed a soothing hand on his forearm and suggested that since we only had his lunch hour together that we might prefer to spend our time taking a walk in the sunshine and get some fresh air. He took a deep breath and somewhat reluctantly agreed.
We stepped out into the weak sunshine and I placed my arm through his. He seemed a little on edge and uncomfortable and so I made it my aim to help this poor man relax and unwind in the short time we had together. We sat on a nearby bench at the edge of the gated square and I tried to engage him in conversation. He was a little stilted at first but after a few minutes he did seem to visibly relax. I stroked his temple as he talked and he smiled quite shyly at me. He was so endearing it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss his lips gently. He responded and soon we were kissing deeply.
I asked if we could go anywhere more private and he looked a little blank. So I suggested that we return to his office where I had noticed some comfy chairs in the corner. He agreed and on the walk back I asked why he had called the agency. ‘I wanted the company of the best escort in London’ he replied simply.
We grabbed a coffee from monmouth, on the way to his office and settled into the large overstuffed chairs. I snuggled up close to him and he put his arm around me. He made no move to go further and seemed happy just to talk about various different subjects. He was an interesting man but painfully shy so as he talked I took his hand in mine and gently traced my finger tip along each of his just as a child would draw around their hand. He didn’t pull away so I decided to take things a little further. I drank the remains of my coffee which was bitter and not at all pleasant and I got up to put the paper cup in the bin. When I came back to sit down, I melted into his lap rather than sit next to him and again, he didn’t protest. We kissed again and this time my hands slowly wandered down his chest and I let my fingers explore through the button openings of his shirt to his bare skin underneath.
I could feel him relaxing more so I continued making tiny circles with my finger at the base of his neck whilst we talked about his work, his hobbies and other things he liked doing. Conversation flowed more easily and he began to ask questions about me and made good eye contact and seemed a lot less shy. I think he just needed a tender lady to bring him out of his shell and lead him in the right direction. Being a confident woman, I was perfect for this task. We see each other regularly now and the change in him is nothing short of incredible.I love my lunch dates, we tend not to stay in the office as it is a little limiting and I can proudly say that my lunch date is a confident, outgoing and very experimental man. But that’s a story for another day. *Winks*