A call in the middle of the night for the sexy Hertfordshire girl

I was awoken from a deep sleep by a phone call, the loud vibrating receiver in the hall apparently not prepared to desist from creating such a racket. After five rings I decided I had no choice but to answer. I checked the radio alarm on the bedside table and saw that it was two thirty in the morning. Thankfully I didn’t have a shift at the hospital in the morning; in fact I had two days off. If that hadn’t been the case I would have been rather mad with the caller.

“Hello” I said, my voice low and husky from the interrupted sleep.

“Hi, this is Vincent. I got your number from Philip. He said that he had really enjoyed your company and he recommended that I call you and arrange a get together...”

I shook my head in a desperate effort to blow the cobwebs free and make some sense of this early morning conversation. I didn’t recognise the guy’s voice or the name Philip. I hadn’t known a Philip since I had been a very little girl.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “Who is this and who are you calling for?”

“This is Vincent, a friend of Philips. He really enjoyed your date last week and said I should give you a call. ‘Vincent’ he said to me, ‘you will never meet a more sexy Hertfordshire girl than Jodie. She is one hot babe. And, well, I’m in the area on business and I was sitting alone in my hotel room – and believe me it’s not just a hotel room, it’s a suite with all the mod cons – and well, I’m bored and looking to have some fun. I bet you know all of the cool places to visit?”

So, he was calling for Jodie, the sexy, fun loving Hertfordshire Escort, not Debbie, the dull NHS nurse with an overdraft and a sixty hours a week working life... I was about to say Jodie’s out but something inside me made me stop and think. I craved some excitement in my life, all work and no play make’s Debbie a dull girl. I was a hot Hertfordshire girl, I could pretend I was a Hertfordshire Visiting Escort, of course I could. I was tall, slim, nubile and sexy. Men had always lusted after me, just that I had rarely let myself go. Well, this was my chance to have some fun. To meet some interesting and exciting guys. Vincent sounded all man, handsome and sexy on the phone. I wondered what he would be like in real life?

“What time would you like to meet for our date Vincent, and where...?”

Another Silk Stocking Story tomorrow here at Hertfordshire Escorts.