Sex in Hertfordshire for 'Jodie'?

I was shaking all over. It wasn’t like me to take any kind of risks and I certainly wasn’t known for a sense of adventure. I had rarely let myself go, either in or out of the bedroom and so to create this deception, taking a call from a stranger whilst pretending to be my friend Jodie, the hot Hertfordshire escort was quite a departure from my usual norm.

Vincent had sounded strong and commanding on the phone. I visualised him as tall, dark and handsome – all the clichéd ideas... He was probably short, round and with a face suitable for radio... Still, I did feel a tingle of excitement in my bones and a strange stirring in the pit of my stomach. Could that be sexual anticipation I wondered. After all he was paying for my company, if not my body, and he would be expecting a sexy Hertfordshire escort, all confident and beguiling, stylish and sophisticated. What was I going to wear?

We had agreed to meet at an upmarket wine bar called La Concha in Letchworth. It served Tapas and I figured he had decided he didn’t want to fork out on a four course dinner date in the city until he had set eyes on me and we had chatted a bit. I guess he wanted a place where we could talk casually and if I wasn’t the girl for him or if he wasn’t the guy for me we could make our excuses and leave without too much embarrassment.

“Sex in Hertfordshire – what the neighbours are up to” screamed the second story headline in the local paper. I didn’t want to read it. Since I left college and began working at the hospital in Hertfordshire I had precious little time for socialising. Jodie always joked that at least in her job she met real, live prospects, not broken down or worse injury victims! When a guy typed ‘model escorts Hertfordshire’ into Google  he would be rewarded with a picture of a glamorous sexy, hot Hertfordshire escort like Jodie and he knew that he was in for a fun and flirty time. Jodie had guys chasing after her and she enjoyed fabulous nights out and in. I spent twelve hours a day cleaning up after patients mainly. I longed for the day when I was fully qualified and could do more interesting work whilst at the same time enjoying a social life. One or two of the doctors I worked with were very dishy, just that I didn’t have a moment’s breather and I probably looked a state half of the time, given how tired I always was.

Ok, back to the problem, what to wear... Of course, if I am pretending to be Jodie, I will be Jodie! I walked across to her lingerie drawer and slid it open...

Another Silk Stocking Story from Hertfordshire Visiting Escorts tomorrow.