A nude lesson in oratory for the hot Hertfordshire girls

Marcel was in no hurry to get physical. He ordered champagne in a bucket of ice and we sat in the luxurious penthouse suite of the five star Watford hotel and chatted about all sorts of things, his love of fine dining and travel, my love of excitement and fun. He was well groomed and extremely well educated, the conversation flowing from one topic to another with ease as he regaled me with his wit and wisdom. He was clearly an experienced and debonair man with a wealth of knowledge to match his charm and confidence.

I liked to think of myself as well read. As a visiting escort you sometimes face prejudice and presumption with people thinking “oh, a blonde escort, she must be something of a bimbo” though thankfully most people are not so shallow or stupid. In fact, like many of the busty escorts at Hertfordshire Visiting escort services I had been to college and gained a degree – in nursing – and when stimulated in the right way I could communicate and interact with the best of them. Some of the sexy escorts were actually studying whilst working as visiting escorts and I think that is to be admired really.

However, with Marcel I was a little out of my depth, especially when he began to way lyrical about French philosophers and French history. I realised at that point just how England centric my education had been. I could have held court discussing the reformation, pastoral poetry and even the music of Elizabethan England if challenged – John Dowling being one of my favourites – but when it came to France and anything French I was at a loss.

Thankfully the champagne was flowing, Marcel was excellent company and the room was luxurious and comfortable and so there weren’t any embarrassing silences. You’re probably wondering why I should mention embarrassment as after all if he was talking and I was listening just what was there to be embarrassed about?

I suppose I should have mentioned that Marcel was naked during all of this, and quite comfortable he seemed to. I was wearing the lingerie left by juicy Jodie, the sexy escort from Hertfordshire Escorts with who I had roomed and who was now halfway across the world allowing me to pretend to be the off duty her, the naughty girl who looked for salacious thrills and spills and specialised in extreme sex and fetishism. I had been expecting Marcel to open up about his needs, what turned him on, what he looked for in a date with a sexy girl but he didn’t and I came to realise that what turned him on was being able to expound on all sorts of intellectual topics in the company of a hot escort whilst he was naked and parading around the room as if Marcus Tullius Cicero on the floor of the Roman senate!