It's been a month since my last intimate experience with an escort, and though it feels like a lifetime, the memory lingers. Nights of browsing through porn to fill the void were no longer enough. The growing desire for real connection was becoming too strong to ignore.
The day I had decided to contact an escort again, something unexpected happened. At work, a new girl walked in. She was petite, youthful, and had an aura of quiet charm about her. Her eyes were soft, and though she didn’t speak much, I couldn’t help but notice her every chance I got. I found reasons to interact with her, to be close enough to touch her arm or brush against her hand. She was shy, which only fueled my desire.
I needed to make a move. After all, a whole week of watching her was enough for me to know that I wanted her. I approached her under the pretense of offering help. Her nervous smile melted me. She explained she was still learning the ropes at the job and had many questions. I took my chance to be her guide.
As I sat next to her, I placed my hand on her knee, lingering longer with each touch. She looked down, holding back her reaction, but I could tell she was affected. I wanted her, and I wanted her soon.
Two days later, she came to me, asking for help with a task. My mind wandered, imagining what could have happened that day we were interrupted by the boss. In my fantasies, I would have kissed her right then, letting my hands explore her body as she melted into me. The thought alone made my heart race.
As she asked her question, I realized I hadn’t been listening, lost in my own world. I snapped back to reality, but not before she noticed the bulge in my pants. A knowing smile spread across her face. She took my hand and led me somewhere more private.
In the quiet of that secluded space, she asked what had me so distracted. My only response was to kiss her, deeply and without hesitation. She kissed me back, and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her warmth. This time, nothing would stop us.
She pulled away for a moment, a teasing smile on her lips as she knelt down in front of me. Her eyes locked onto mine as she began to undo my pants. My breath caught as she took me into her mouth, slowly at first, then with more intensity. It was better than I had imagined, the feeling of her mouth and her rhythm driving me to the edge. I guided her with my hands, lost in the sensation.
Before I could finish, I lifted her up, removing her clothes as her eyes widened in surprise. Her voice was soft as she confessed she had never done this before. She was a virgin. My excitement grew. I was going to be her first.
I gently explored her body, my hands slipping into her panties to find her already wet, ready for me. I teased her, playing with her breasts and kissing her neck. Her moans were soft, encouraging me to take my time. Soon, her underwear was discarded, and I positioned myself between her legs. She was tight, the sensation overwhelming as I entered her.
We tried different positions, her body responding eagerly to mine. She was inexperienced, but her passion made up for it. As we moved together, I felt her body tense, her climax approaching. Just before I finished, I pulled out, releasing onto her soft skin.
We collapsed together, breathless and sweaty, trying to compose ourselves before leaving the room. It was far better than I could have imagined, and I knew I would replay the moment over and over in my mind. It felt like a dream, but it was real. And something told me, it wouldn’t be the last time.
It was, without a doubt, the perfect expression of gratitude.
