The hot Hertfordshire girl and her alter ego

I accompanied Vincent to his hotel room, trembling inside, my nerves threatening to blow my cover but outwardly I managed to appear calm and confident and sexy – I was the best escort in Hertfordshire I kept repeating to myself, I was Jodie, the hot Hertfordshire girl. We passed groups of businessmen and sexy Hertfordshire girls working as personal assistants, waitresses, hotel staff. I noticed a girl in the lobby who worked for a Hertfordshire escort service; I had seen her with Jodie once.

 I wiggled my hips as we approached the lift, the doors closing and sealing Vincent and I in a small and claustrophobic space. It felt like I had entered another world and fear began to sweep over me, I had to fight an intense desire to press the ‘help’ button...

But then Vincent took control as I felt his arms wrap around me. He nuzzled at my neck and planted small kisses on the soft nape of my neck and on my ears. He whispered to me that I was the sexiest Hertfordshire girl in the hotel and he had to have me, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, it was sex in Hertfordshire that he wanted and he wanted it now...

And then his hand dropped to my side and he began to stroke the back of my thigh before slipping my dress ever higher until his hand enjoyed the touch of warm, soft skin. He stroked my inner thigh and I felt my wetness as he expertly found my sweet spot and began to rub ever so gently at first and then harder and faster as I became more and more aroused, a soft moan escaping from my lips... “You are a hot Hertfordshire girl” he kept repeating.

I was in another dimension when I was rudely brought back to the present as the lift stopped and the door opened. Vincent’s heart never skipped a beat; I had never known someone so oblivious, so calm, so unperturbed. As the doors opened he was still fingering my clitoris and my back was arched in a frenzy of excitement, my arousal intense, my need to enjoy carnal intercourse irresistible. Confronting us were two businessmen, retiring for the night to their respective rooms after a pre conference dinner. The look of shock on their faces was a joy to behold and matched only by their look of disappointment as the doors closed once more and we were on our way ever upward to Vincent’s suite.

We staggered along the hallway to his room and burst through the door, shedding clothes as we went. He pushed me down on to the bed and pinned me fast, all the while tasting my neck and breasts with his rampant tongue. I was powerless to resist him, his strength and desire overwhelming, and then he spoke to me once more:

“You are not the Hertfordshire Visiting Escort known by the name Jodie. So just who on Earth are you...?” With that he pushed my legs apart and mounted me. I sighed, the pleasure intoxicating and for now the question hung in the air...

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