7th June 2013
My next door neighbour, an old fella called Ted, had surprised me mid-afternoon. He had been clutching chocolates and champagne, a gift to say thank you for having given him a voyeuristic thrill a few days earlier. Having invited him in and popped the cork on the champagne I had become strangely attracted to him. He was the strong and silent type, ex-military and with a steely resolve to his character. There was a certain sadness in his eyes and I decided to replace the frown with a big smile.
Pushing Ted back into the deep armchair I put some music on my iPod speakers and began to dance, slowly and provocatively, grinding my hips and bending my knees, running my fingers through my hair and basically doing the whole lap dancer routine I began to give Ted the time of his life. When I straddled him I could feel immediately that my performance hadn’t gone unappreciated, his enjoyment was acutely evident. It had probably been some time since Ted had enjoyed a date with a woman and a lot longer still since such a young and nubile, hot wannabe escort had decided to give him the ultimate in pleasure but it didn’t affect his responses and I can vouch for that, given that Ted stayed the night though we didn’t get much sleep.
The next day and Ted brought me breakfast in bed just before leaving and giving me my space back. It was so sweet of him. I would have to invite him round again sometime.
Amanda finally applies to become a visiting escort – next time at Airport Escorts.