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Gigolo London Metro date

GIGOLO LONDON

Gigolo London Metro date : Part 1

Gigolo London: In London, The Metro was oddly uncrowded that evening as Gigolo London Vince stepped onto the car, but the lack of people was welcome and they took seats sitting across from one another.  He observed her as she gazed out the window, her blonde ringlets falling across her shoulder in a beautiful contrast to the deep red of her trench coat.  She sat cross-legged, her foot resting against his leg.  Feeling his gaze upon her, she turned to him and smiled.  Gigolo London, Vince liked her smile, the way it was both sweet and alluring at the same time . . . like her.  Her eyes twinkled a bit as he felt her run the heel of her stiletto along his calf slowly.  She liked playing little games and teasing him, waiting for him to overtake her and turn the game around on her.  He knew this . . . and liked it.  

In a Metro with gigolo London, Vince

Staring intently at her, Gigolo London, Vince reached out and ran his fingertips along the curve of her knee, just the slightest of touch, slow, small circles . . . extending his touch just barely upon her thigh and then back around again.  She drew in a breath as the chill ran through her.  He watched her face as her expression melted from playful to lustful.  Gigolo London, Vince smiled in victory, but then recognised the look of mischievousness that crept into her eyes, confirmed by the devious curl of her smile.  

Glancing around for a moment,

and then making sure he was watching, she quietly reached under her dress and removed her panties without saying a word.  He watched as she stealthily shifted in her seat, and then casually slipped the delicate garment over her knees, down her calves and off around her heels.  Smiling, she leaned forward, placing an innocent peck upon his cheek as she slipped the panties into his jacket pocket.  She then sat back and smiled expectantly at him.  It was Gigolo London, Vince his move now.

Gigolo London, Vince

Took her hand, pulling her slowly onto his lap, raising the back of her dress and coat so that her skin sat bare on his legs Gigolo London, Vince slid his hand quietly underneath the flap of her coat, her dress and up along her thigh until his fingers reached the warm wetness between her legs.  His lips met hers as he slipped two fingers inside of her.  His fingers slide easily in and out of her. Gigolo London, Vince loved how wet she was for him.  She moaned softly as he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to make love to you on this train.”  The grin on her face as she looked up at Gigolo London, Vince told him she had absolutely no objections.

There were still very few passengers and none near them as he adjusted in his seat, lifting her just slightly and they both groaned softly as he she sank slowly down upon him.  Her trench coat hid their risqué activity well.  The jostle of the train provided a natural rhythm as he pulled her hips against him and pushed deep up into her.  It was incredible, the moves so slow and deliberate.  She moved her hips in barely discernible circles against him, adjusting her pressure against him as she shifted from hip to hip.  Gigolo London, Vince closed his eyes at the intensity of the sensations.  

To be continued, this was: Gigolo London Metro date part 1

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Gigolo,male escort for woman in Düsseldorf Germany

Gigolo,male escort woman Düsseldorf Germany

Gigolo,male escort woman Düsseldorf Germany

It is only 2 hours driving from Brussels to Düsseldorf. Gigolo,male escort woman Düsseldorf Germany in Europe.

She watches the rain beat softly against the window.  The grey skies and steady rhythm make her sleepy.  But it is being wrapped in his arms that soothe her.  She snuggles closer against his chest and though he is immersed in his book, he tightens his embrace in response and kisses the top of her head.   She sighs happily and closes her eyes. Gigolo,male escort for woman in DüsseldorfGermany

The sound of rolling thunder wakes her.  The room has grown darker as the storm chased away the afternoon sun.  His voice whispers in her ear,  “Did you have a good nap?  Sweet dreams? …. or naughty ones?” Gigolo,male escort for woman in Düsseldorf Germany
 

Rainy day in Düsseldorf 

Her entire body is instantly awake and tingling with desire for him. How does he do that?  She looks up at him sleepily and smiles innocently.  “That’s what I thought” he laughs as he lowers his lips to hers and pulls her on top of him … 
 
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About Düsseldorf

The capital of North Rhine-Westphalia, Düsseldorf is a regional economic powerhouse straddling the banks of the Rhine River.
Situated less than 40 kilometers apart along the Rhine in the western region of Germany, both Düsseldorf and Cologne are rich in architecture, attractions and culture. Each city has its own distinct ambiance. 

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A room with a view. Straight male escort Bruges

Gigolo Vince in Brugge

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.

“Thank you”.

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… 

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