Friday, 16 December 2011, was the end of the working year for me and I knew I'd be getting away during the middle part of the afternoon. It came to mind that there would be no better way to finish off my working, and punting year, than by spending a nice, long, relaxed afternoon/evening with my favourite working lady. MJ has been such a rich part of my punting life over the past two and a half years. I've grown to enjoy her company tremendously and her physicality in every way.

 

I asked Maryjane several months ago, to make a booking for the sixteenth, long before there was any talk of drinks night. With a slight modification to fit in with drinks, it panned out something like this. I booked MJ for an extended period, she arrived late afternoon and we spent a couple of hours or so together before we headed on down to drinks at about 8:30pm. After enjoying meeting many of the fine Punter Planet revellers at The Golden Gate, we returned to the hotel to continue our time together. I must say the trips to and from drinks in the taxi were fun as well, holding hands and whispery talk.

 

This isn’t my first review of MJ but it is my first review of her as a Private Escort.

 

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Is it just me or does every punter get that nervous fluttering in the belly during the eternity between the "I'll be there soon" text and the little wrap on the door.

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As I opened the door I remembered the words of blueboy79 in his recent review, he said ".... here she comes ..... blonde ..... awesome ..... OMG .....", how perfectly apt his description was. I could write paragraphs and still not describe the “presence” she exudes as adequately as blueboy79’s words. “…..blonde ….. awesome ..… OMG ..…”

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"Please, come in. Here, let me take that. Wow! You look beautiful. Thanks for coming MJ."

 

"Thank you Flexi and thank you for inviting me."

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"Can I offer you a glass of wine"

 

"Sure."

 

"To good wine, good company, beautiful women and great sex."

 

"cin cin"

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"Would you like a refill?"

"Maybe a little later."

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I reached over, took the empty glass and placed it on the desk with my own. Despite the relaxing effect of the wine and despite the familiarity we shared, I could still feel those damn butterflies in my belly as I moved to hold her in my arms, knowing a kiss was only moments away.

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The first kiss of many, soft ... warm ... sweet, as always. My hand deliberately brushed her womanly buttocks as she soothed my tired neck. Her eyes understood mine and silence spoke more effectively than words. Man and woman, different generation, different past and different future, were secret lovers, for a magical moment in time. The second kiss, much the same as the first. The third, fourth, fifth then a gentle flick of her tongue across my top lip. My automatic reaction was to try to catch it between my lips but it was too fleeting. As our lips brushed circles around each other's, I felt her slightly warm breath on my face. She knows I like her breath. I think I must have a breath fetish. She knows from experience, I like to inhale her breath into my lungs and hold it there, especially during the final pantings of intercourse. But that would come later, this was still foreplay, slow and deliciously teasing.

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We stood together, my hands on each side of her face and her hands were on my hips as we continued the gentle soft-lipped kisses with an occasional lick or two foreshadowing what was ahead. It was like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers in one of those old dance scenes where the movement was almost imperceptible. My legs were telling me we'd be more comfortable sitting or lying on the bed. With some gentle nudging, we were able to collapse on the bed, barely missing a beat.

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The blow job was very effective. Starting with a long tickling TTM which is something I always find extremely pleasant and onto the blow job proper. Long, slow, deep sucks mixed up with faster shorter sucks. Good tongue pressure along the bottom edge and no toothiness. Eye contact with those deep, dark, perfectly made-up eyes was excellent.

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From lipping her shortly-trimmed landing strip, I moved down to her vagina for my turn at administering oral sex. I could tell from the enthusiasm in the response when I was at the right spot. Light pressure and consistency seemed to be the order of the day. I've been working on a clitoral sucking technique which has been successful in the most explosive way a small number of times. I've yet to make it work properly for MJ but will keep trying as the result appears to be worth it. And it is fun trying.

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Her buttocks are outstanding, rounded, full and fastidiously presented. I would have felt a bit over eager if I'd just hoed in without some lead up, so I started at her back and kissed and nuzzled my way down to her feet, kissing her toes then back up to those Kylie-like, onion shaped buttocks. I lightly kissed the left mound all over, then the right. I was moving from side to side with my tongue, pausing longer each time over the ultimate target. Firstly, a slow, light lick along the length of the crack, followed by a slightly deeper one. The butterflies were palpable due to the excitement I felt at that moment. The pleasure of hovering around the target was intensified by delaying my move. Eventually, I could wait no longer and buried my tongue as deeply as I could into her as I DFK’d her backside.

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The feeling of inserting my penis, then relaxing on top of her body was heavenly. Looking into her eyes from only inches away and feeling the full length of her body against my own is something I occasionally dwell on during quiet moments. Slow rhythmic pumping and long deep kisses with her beautiful face against my own. What a happy moment. I know it sounds like an extravagant claim to say heavenly, but it's how I feel it. I don't know if others feel it the way I do, surely yes, but perhaps not. Perhaps our bodies just happen to mesh with perfect precision. I would say MJ is the most comfortable lady I've ever mounted, working or otherwise. Sometimes I think about what I'd miss most if she retired, or I did, and I always conclude it would be this.

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The tingling in my loins had begun, very slightly. As we continued Mary was getting that look in her eyes I've come to treasure. It was almost as if her consciousness was about to desert her, her eyes rolled back and the little shudders began. Wow! What a feeling of satisfaction. After a calm moment or two, I resumed the thrusting and the tingling in my loins could be felt again. I drew her breath inside as she exaggerated her heavy panting to increase my pleasure. Her beautiful life-giving breath was in my lungs. I was torn between inhaling her breath and kissing her lips. I surrendered to the latter and probably pushed my lips to hers a little harder than I should have. The tingling was still apparent as her tongue protruded deeply into my mouth. I held it with my lips and sucked on it firmly. I used my own tongue to massage the underside of her tongue and her bottom lip.

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Ironically a thread has just appeared about the topic but for two and a half years, I’ve been trying to kiss Maryjane's armpits. Usually I'm greeted with a blocking arm and hilarious laughter due to the intense tickling sensation. Was this time going to be different? Her arms were raised above her head to display them, freshly shaven and sexy. Was she just teasing me or laying down an offer? A gentle lick drew a predictable and familiar giggly laughter but no blocking, yay. I could feel the very slightest hint of a roughened sensation on my tongue and the slightest hint of some cosmetic or other. I couldn’t resist I had to DFK there too. Our forty-somethingth time together and finally unfettered access to this highly sought after place.

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I thought to myself "Babe, I want to taste you, let me taste you." I know MJ doesn't really like doing it but sometimes I get so desperate for it I just have to ask and she usually obliges. This time I maintained control and let it slide. I would have loved some "Special Kisses" though, which is our code for saliva filled kisses. I'd drink her completely dry every time, if it were up to me.

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The tingling had built to a crescendo as I sucked firmly on the full length of her tongue again. I exploded in a flurry of profanity which I don't seem to have any control over. After the profanities subsided, we cuddled each other tightly until the tingling eased, all the while I luxuriated in her beautiful face and the comforting finger stroking of my shoulder. In the fullness of time I said "Thank you baby, that was amazing, as always."

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We shared another glass or two of sauvignon blanc and chatted like old mates about everything and anything.

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With inhibition diminished and a couple of glasses or white wine and a couple more of water, her urine was almost clear with only the slightest urine-like smell. I knelt on the shower floor and formed a cup with my hands. As MJ filled my cupped hands from the finger end, I was able to drink all of her from the wrist end. I'd dreamed of doing that since we first met and have had a couple of attempts with partial success. This time it was perfect. I know it’s not for everyone, but to me, the experience was ultimately exciting. To completely consume the warm piss of a gorgeous woman who I get so turned on by, was something I’ll never forget and very much look forward to repeating many times. It even had the side benefit of raising flexi from the dead.

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We exchanged Christmas gifts, I gave MJ some perfumy, girlie stuff and she presented me with the perfect gift of a very generous amount of extra time which was greatly appreciated.

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A lazy, passion filled Friday evening and Saturday early morning, full of interesting discussions not limited by time, full of gentle, caring sex with nothing left unexplored, to long spells of warm, soothing kisses from the doctor of kissing herself had come to an end. On one hand I was totally satisfied and exhilarated by the wonderful experience, yet on the other, I was deeply melancholy that our evening had finished. As I stood in the hotel bedroom doorway with a towel around my waist, hanging on every last second, the final vision I have to keep with me, is her lovely smile, the little wave of her fingers and the kiss she blew from the doors of the lift as it took her away.

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My secret lover had left to continue with her own life and I was now to continue with mine. I’m basically a happy person but I was just that bit happier for having spent this time with Maryjane. Until the next time we meet she will remain an enchanting memory.

 

I will always have a warm spot in my heart and a tingle in my balls for that beautiful, adorable, warm-hearted young woman.

 

Source: Private Escort - December 2011- Maryjane