Straight male escort Bruges
With a Straight male escort Bruges? It was the very first time in her life she did something as scandalous as this. She only realized the full impact of her decision at the moment when she stepped out of the taxi near the picturesque Minnewater in Bruges. Her meeting in Brussels was over. Business was done for this week, as today was Saturday, a day for exclusive fun, she had imagined herself when she had dialed the phonenumber of the man who called himself Vince. She had found him through a Google-search on ‘male escort Belgium’. Of course she hesitated when she realized that he was thirty-four and she had just turned fifty… But he sounded so friendly and extravert that she decided to go through with it. “Age was not an issue at all”, he assured her. On the contrary, as he valued life experience and wisdom highly.
So there she was, in her hotel that she had booked for this special night prolonging her business trip to Belgium. She could already have been back in Britain at this moment, continuing her average life in her average house with her average suitors who never seemed to understand that a traditional relationship was not what she was looking for. But now she was here, in the ‘room with a view’ she had asked the receptionist of the Egmont Hotel for.
And she was painfully aware of the fact that there were only three and a half hour separating the present from the moment when she would meet her male escort Vince4ladies.
Although her colleagues always told her that she was fairly efficient, she managed to linger so long on her choice of clothing that she still had to hurry to the lobby at seven o’clock. She had preferred to be the first at this remarkable rendez-vous, so that she could have sat there to see him arrive. But it was seven pm sharp. And he would not have been a high-class gigolo if he were not punctual. And he was. She immediately recognized him from the photographs on his website and she did not find it hard to imagine that he had once worked as a professional model.
“Hello Anne, I am Vince. How are you?” He kissed her on the cheek as he stood up to greet her. She was overwhelmed by his subtle and yet intense perfume that convinced her of the reality of this moment.
“I’m fine, thank you”, Anne replied. “I’m sorry I’m late”.
“You’re not late. I was early and eager to meet you”. The look in his grey-blue eyes was undeniably sensitive and seductive like she had never seen in a man before.
“Do you have any preference as for the restaurant where you would like to have dinner?”
Anne realized that she had forgotten all about dinner in the past few seconds.
“Euh, no, not really. I must admit is the first time that I am in Bruges, so I am not acquainted with the culinary traditions in this city”.
“OK, no problem, I saw a nice restaurant on my way here. Maybe we could try that?”
“Yes, that would be great”, Anne said, relieved as she was to be able to have herself guided by this special man of whom she could hardly believe that he really was a gigolo. Vince possessed the rare gift to make this situation feel so natural that he and she could have been real lovers.
The restaurant was trendy and stylish with jazzy music on the background. Anne felt proud to be sitting here in the company of this handsome guy to whom she told far more about her personal life than she had planned to. But her listener had such a great capacity of emotional experience that she felt as if he understood everything she told him. Of course she realized that as a male escort he must have been used to having conversations about intimate matters, but still she found her open-heartedness in the company of this stranger highly unusual.
After dessert she felt a little uncomfortable as she found herself faced with the question how this evening would be proceeded. Not that she didn’t know what she wanted… From the very first glance she had felt that this man moved her in such a way that she could not help wondering what it would be like to spend the night with him. That was between his first ‘hello’ and her apology for being late.
With her usual reserve, she had asked him for a ‘meet & greet’ as it was called on his website. But now she thought it would be a shame to leave it at this. Tomorrow evening she would be back in London, feeling sorry about what could have happened…
“Did you enjoy your dessert?” he asked her.
“Oh yes, I did. This whole dinner was really delicious”, Anne answered.
“Would you like to have a coffee?”
“Yes, that would be nice”.
“Would you like it here or in some cosy tea-room maybe?”
“The coffee in the hotel lobby was quite good actually”, Anne ventured to say.
“Yes, you’re right. I had a cappuccino when I was waiting for you, and I must agree with you that it was nice and strong”.
Five minutes later she left the restaurant at the side of her professional male companion.
She did not want him to leave. Not now. Not today. Not when the pousse-café had finally given her the courage to ask him to stay.
“Do you already have plans for tonight?” she asked him.
“No, I don’t. I will just go home or keep you company a little longer if you prefer”. He said it with his usual diplomacy and with the serious look in his eyes, seemingly unaware of the effect his look had on her.
“That seems like a good idea to me”, she spoke hastily.
“I’m glad you like my company”, he said with a gentle smile.
“How could I not like it?” Anne asked with a sparkle in her eyes. She suddenly found herself bold and straightforward, but in one way or another she had the feeling that he would not judge her negatively for this.
And so he entered her gardenview room at 10.40 pm on this Saturday evening in Bruges.
“Fancy room, you have a good taste”, he said on a friendly tone.
When he helped her out of her coat she felt a gentle stroke on her wrists as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She curled her fingers to feel his warm hands that answered her overture.
“You’re more courteous than the British, do you realize that?” she said.
“Do you think so? Thanks for the compliment”, Vince answered.
“I mean it. And you have the ability to combine it with a sensual warm-blooded nature that is very rare where I come from”.
She put her hands on his shoulders and touched the back of his neck with her right hand.
“Maybe you can ask your employer to send you to Flanders more often”, he said before she felt his lips on her longing mouth.
She got entirely swept away in his embrace that made her forget about where she was and what she was doing here. This felt like a movie scene in which everything happened exactly the way it should.
“I feel a bit warm. Do you mind if I have a quick shower?” she asked him.
“No, of course I don’t. Maybe I can join you?” he said with a provocative sparkle in his eyes.
“Great idea”, she answered before she unbuttoned his shirt and led him to the luxurious bathroom where they undressed each other to experience the sensation of hot water on their naked skin. At that very instant she already knew that she would never forget the smell of the soap she rubbed on his solid chest and the feeling of his hands on her tingling body.
After this divine shower ritual she was moved by the devotion in his gestures when he dried her wet skin with a large white towel. With the hotel towel wrapped around her, two strong arms suddenly lifted her and carried her to the bed.
“Don’t go…”, she wispered when he turned around and went back to the bathroom.
He smiled over her impatience when he came back with a bottle of sweet-smelling massage oil. With visible delight she stretched her body on the bed and surrendered to his professional caressing hands. Saturday became Sunday as the massage smoothly transformed into a scene of intimacy. First gentle and tender, but as the night proceeded, more passionate and wild, in a way she had never lived it before in the fifty years she was alive. And alive she felt, more than ever, when she woke up after less than two hours of sleep.
“Is it true that you can travel to Britain cheap and fast?” she asked him when he opened his eyes in the morning.
“Absolutely”, her international gigolo smiled before pulling her to his side in a sensual morning embrace…