Gigolo escort Breda, The Netherlands… my blind date
“I did something I never thought I would do. My ‘gigolo Breda’ (The Netherlands) and me. On a cold wintry Friday”.
This story is written by T., a Dutch lady I dated. She spontaneously decided to write about the way she experienced our first date.
It’s Friday. That’s the first thing that crosses my mind when I wake up in the morning. I crawl a bit deeper under the warm blankets, enjoying the thought that it’s my day off. I feel something important is going to happen today… something exciting. A slight tension runs through my body. Today is the day I’m going to meet Vince for the first time. Vince…..the name of the man who has been haunting my thoughts and dreams over the past month.Gigolo escort Breda, The Netherlands
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Is it a coincidence or maybe destiny that Vince came into my life? On a given day I came across his website and I was mesmerized by the way his eyes stared at me from the screen. From that moment on I repeatedly stopped by his site, curiously reading about everything he had to tell me. His words and mysterious appearance were challenging me to contact him. Eventually, I gave in to the temptation and decided to write him an e-mail in which I told him about me, my life and my fantasies. I wasn’t sure yet if I would actually have the courage to plan a date with him and I honestly told him about my doubts and fears. Gigolo escort Breda, The Netherlands
With anticipation I looked forward to his reply.
After waiting for over a day, his name appeared in my inbox. I felt my heartbeat accelerate while I opened his e-mail. His answer turned out to be very sweet and endearing which triggered my fantasies even more… Gigolo escort Breda, The Netherlands
After his reply we decided to contact each other on the phone. We had a long talk and I could definitely tell we had a strong connection. I enjoyed his Flemish charm and couldn’t wait to meet him; all my doubts had disappeared.
I was ready to plan a date and we picked a Friday in February. It was really going to happen. Gigolo escort Breda, The Netherlands
While I’m getting ready for the day I’m thinking of my contact with Vince and the effect he has on me. It’s special to have such intense feelings for a man I have never met before.
With my packed suitcase I’m walking to my car. It’s a beautiful day; although the temperature is well below zero, the sun is shining in the middle of a clear blue sky. For a moment I stop and close my eyes while I face the sun, letting the warmth caress my body.
I realize that my journey to an exciting adventure is about to begin.
Relaxed and without any rush I’m travelling to the south. I enjoy the ride while I listen to the radio. Knowing my date with Vince is getting closer, I suddenly start to feel insecure. What if we don’t like each other as much as expected? Firmly I set aside my doubts and turn up the volume of the radio to distract myself from my thoughts.
Faster than expected I arrive at the hotel where Vince and I have agreed to meet. In the hotel room I feel restless so I already start to unpack my clothes for the evening. Trying to feel more relaxed I take a long hot shower and dream away on the things to come. I take my time to get dressed and for my date with Vince I choose a black dress with a subtle color print. Underneath it I wear black stockings and boots. Softly I touch my legs and feel the smooth fabric, wondering what Vince will think of me in this outfit.
A text message on my phone lets me know that Vince has arrived and is waiting for me in the lobby. With a last look in the mirror I nervously walk to the elevator. It feels like half an hour before I reach the ground floor. Just a few more seconds and then….
Our eyes meet for the first time and I recognize him immediately. He greets me with three kisses. I can tell we are both nervous. While I walk in front of him towards the hotel bar, I feel his eyes burning on my back.
We pick a quiet table and order two glasses of white wine. Here we are…. We smile a bit insecure at each other, but soon the conversation gets going. We ask and tell a lot about ourselves and our lives and in the meantime the game of flirtation is being played. To tease him, I make sure he has a clear view on my legs. When I change position on my seat, I notice that he didn’t miss the sight of my stockings and boots. The sexual tension between us is growing; we both feel it. After a second drink Vince proposes to go to the hotel room in order to have some privacy. I have a good feeling about it and I decide to go with him.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Vince takes me in his arms for a wonderful embrace. I smell his delicate perfume and with my hands I start to discover his body. Our embrace turns into a thrilling and passionate kiss. My arousal is increasing rapidly when Vince takes off my dress, throws it on the floor and pulls me with him on the bed. His hands and mouth create a burning sensation on my breasts, stomach and further down at the hottest and most intimate part of my body. I lose myself in a storm of ecstasy. When I’m on top of Vince, he asks me to keep my stockings and boots in place; it turns him on. Our lovemaking becomes wild and eager, longing for liberation. Within moments I reach an orgasm. Completely satisfied and exhausted I’m lying in Vince’s arms, cherishing his warm skin against mine.
As soon as I’m back on earth again, he suggests to give me a massage. Next to the bed a massage candle is burning. The wax is being transformed into massage oil. Vince slides the oil on my back which startles me and creates a sigh of delight on my lips. Silently I enjoy his hands working their magic; first on my back and after that on my breasts and stomach. We both get turned on again and within seconds we are back at passionate lovemaking. Vince reaches an intense orgasm. In his arms I’m looking back at an unforgettable evening.
My night with Vince was the first of many more to come.