A sexy seduction for the Hertfordshire girl

I had forgotten just how beautiful and sexy Sandy was. Her eyes in particular were stunning and so full of life. I had always liked her playful manner and it hadn’t taken long before we were teasing each other mercilessly. Whilst I engaged in the fun I also kept myself a little detached. I wanted to study the girl, wanted to see into the depths of her soul so that I could make a decision about whether or not to tell her about my secret life.

It’s really quite interesting to engage with someone yet hold something in reserve. You observe all of the little twitches and gestures, the phatic communication signals, all those little signs that seem so insignificant yet reveal so much. I also couldn’t help myself looking at her incredible body. Had she deliberately worn that tight white silk blouse and no bra? Had she left just one too many buttons undone on purpose? And what about that sexy pencil skirt which rode up high on her thigh when she sat down revealing the lacy stocking tops and a hint of suspender? I know if the roles had been reversed everything that she was saying and doing would have meant that I wanted to take her to bed and get physical.

But was I reading too much into this? After all she had wanted to meet so that I could give her the ins and outs of life as a visiting escort at Hertfordshire Escorts, the number one escort agency in the region. She certainly had the sex appeal necessary to the role and I could think of few busty escorts who could beat her when it came to attractiveness and allure. But the most important attribute needed is to be able to get along with people, to make a client feel at ease, to actually give a damn about what you are doing. You can’t pretend any of that: if a girl isn’t genuine then a client will know right away.

My friend Jodie had told me I was a natural. She had said that my girl next door innocence would charm most men and seduce most women even. She had taught me how to massage in just the right way to bring infinite pleasure to a date. But she had said it was my mind that ultimately made me the perfect busty escort as I enjoyed what I did. And it’s true, I have loved every minute. Was Sandy cut out to be an outcall escort? I wasn’t sure though I could say for certain that I was quickly developing a crush on the sexy young Hertfordshire girl and it was about time I did something about it.