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A day of Sex and Shopping, foot fetishism, lesbian exhibitionism, sexual desire and cocktails, and all because this london escort woke up too early!

I woke up far too early this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep and I love my ly-in’s. As A London escort its one of the perks of the job, in fact I rarely get up before 10:30, if I can help it. So to wake up at 7:30 and then again at 8:00 and can’tget back to sleep! There was a danger of my whole day being thrown out! As a sexy, partying, London escort I know the feeling well, its the same feeling after a fun filled overnight or a big night out, everything seems fogy, dreamlike, unreal somehow, and I know I have no choice but to live with it for the whole day. Some girls can go back to bed and sleep in off through the afternoon then then again through the night but I’m not one of the lucky few, foggy and somewhat dazed and confused I’m stuck for the day! But there’s good news, wait and I’ll tell you the good news, there’s lots of it!…. So I got up, showered, made my espresso (from my lovely machine – I’m back on the espresso’s again!  And with my new bean mix and my beautiful industrial machine why the hell not! Costa and Pret can bite me! This is the good stuff :-), and when your floating about, feeling in a dream there’s only one thing to do, so I did it, I went shopping! Oh the good news about being all kind of fuggy, that’s the only word I know to describe the feeling, its like schlumpy, the feeling after a long car drive, fuggy is when you wake up too early and can’t get back to sleep, ”sorry but I’m really fuggy right now”,  “no I can’t answer your question I’m far too fuggy”, I don’t know maybe, maybe not a great word, I cant decide as I’m soooo fuggy at the moment……. There is something about a certain amount of sleep deprivation while being fuelled by espresso, (watch out for the crash by the way, I recommend sushi with a few glasses of wine for lunch, a good white burgundy is my preference along with fresh sushi, fresh and freshly made), but with fatigue and the right attitude I sometimes enter an almost Zen like state, that’s when I don’t simply collapse and lock myself away. Every now and then I get the urge to go and greet the day and spoil myself while I’m cocooned, wrapped in my fuzzy, fuggy, dream state, and today was one of those days. I had no idea what was to happen after three o’clock but till then I had a plan, a simple plan but still a plan. Christian Louboutin, Tateossian, Sushi, I had only to decide the order.  But there were to be many, many surprises waiting for this sexy London escort…….

As a London escort I have to look good, wich is great because I love looking good, it makes me feel good, and when I feel good I look good, so shopping isn’t recreation so much as a works outing 😉 So off to Christian Louboutin first for the shoes, more sculpture than shoe, I spend hours holding, caressing, feeling the shapes and materials in my hands and on my feet before finaly deciding on a single pair. Admiring myself in mirror I feel every inch the sexy, sex kitten, I love the look and I can’t take them off so I wear them out, (old ones into the new box as usual) I know I can’t walk too far but the higher the heal the sexier this sexy London escort feels, so one pair of ludicrously high heals, a very wide smile and a taxi to Tateossian for a couple of necklaces and bracelets, unique and very very sexy, I look down on the assistant, loving the hight of the heals, the feeling of new leather and new heals, then sushi, I sit feeling like the sexiest of sexy bitches! The sexy new shoes, jewellery and wine went straight to my head! I had to show off my new stuff to someone I knew ASAP, non of the strangers were ooohhhing and aaarrhhing enough, in fact not at all, well perhaps not loud enough, and I didn’t want to loose my buzz so telephone call and taxi….. Or that was my plan, as I climbed into the cab my phone rings “I’ve been calling you”, its Miss X, my sexy London escort friend, I glance at the screen, and give the driver my address, then I’m back to the phone as I sit “I don’t have any missed calls..” “No, I’ve been calling you and now your driving off, love the shoes by the way” I pivot in my seat and look out the back window, down the grey misty London street. Do I stop?, where is she?  I can’t see her, do I wait? carry on? the fuggy feeling of fatigue descends across my mind and I cant think, the taxi continues its shuddering drive, “ermm” is the only word I can manage, Miss X saves me, as usual, “I’ll catch you up, your place or the bar” a quick mental calculation of my fatigue vs. new stuff and the bar, “bar then my place, I’ll race you to the bar” “See you there, the usual for me”. Miss X and I have discovered a new bar, always an exciting find (especialy for this pair of hot sexy London escorts, a new place to play!) great service, great cocktails, (neither of us has “a usual” but when one of us is going to the bar it feels good to call out from the seat “the usual”), add to the service and cocktails the relaxed, chilled atmosphere in the afternoons and early evenings and yep we headed to the bar.

I’m opposite the door our “favourite” cocktails on the table, legs crossed and relaxed, the top of my stocking just showing beneath my skirt, I know my shoes and legs look great from this angle thanks to all the photo shoots I’ve done, (I love photo shoots, there soooo sexy, the exhibitionist in me loves being the center of attention, especialy when I’m hot, turned on and naked 🙂 plus as a sexy London escort I need to keep my look fresh!) I sip my cocktail again, feeling hotter and hornier, trying to not look as if I’m waiting. Miss X enters and takes in the line of my legs, raising an eyebrow “Wow” she mouths as she crosses, and looking again running her eyes up and down my legs and over the beautiful shoes. I think about holding my hand out as she sits and wiggling my wrist to show off the bracelet but think better of it. We sit and chat and order a couple more cocktails and some nibbles, two sexy escorts, each enjoying the day, each others company and the admiring looks, as the time moves, the conversation moves with it….

“I can’t wait to see you naked in those shoes with that necklace” Miss X is slowly stirring her cocktail, “which one?” “The stone pendant” “what’s wrong with the other one? AND what about the bracelet?” Smiling I thrust my arm across the table and rotate my wrist back and forth making the bracelet spin as I put a scowl on my face, sitting back with a jump I fold my arms and look away fighting the urge to smile, hoping I look every inch the hurt lover of the black and white movie we watched a few weeks ago. I slowly move my eyes over to Miss X, she’s stirring and sipping her next cocktail while looking at me with her sideways grin. We laugh and as I turn to face her I feel her foot between my knees, instinctively I relax my thighs to let her foot move further and then clamp her foot mid thigh, “I can’t, I’m too hot and this place, there’s too many men watching us”. Miss X moves her foot away an inch, looks round with her most innocent face “Are you sure?” she wiggles her expert toes, toes that I’ve felt so often teasing me under different tables and I feel hotter, my hips move in subtle response, my breathing is getting shorter, I can feel my face getting red, Miss X continues wiggling her toes and smiling, the perfect sexy escort I think to myself, “well OK then” as she starts to move her foot away. “Wait, I’ll be back” Miss X smiles as I push her foot away and she looks down at her cocktail, she knows what I’m doing, she moves across her seat to the corner of the booth as I stand.  When I come back from the rest room I motion to the bar for two more cocktails, Miss X raises an eyebrow, “In the mood for fun” “Well a girl has to have fun when she’s got such sexy new shoes on”, we laugh as I sit opposite her again, both knowing that I’d been to the rest-room to remove my knickers, as we laugh I notice we get a few more admiring glances from the suits and media types left in the bar. I look around and no-one’s standing too close, a few suites have decided to stand, rather than sit, but are far enough away and they look harmless and discrete enough and we both want this to happen.

I’m so hot I can barely wait for the touch of her foot, as I sit and open my knees just enough for Miss X’s foot, I feel the outside of her foot moving like silk up my shin and calf to my knee, I part my knees a little more, willing her on as I slip down the seat to meet her touch and give her foot and toes better access, we both know why I left the table, and we both know what’s going to happen. Miss X leaves her foot on my knee, teasing, and occasionally moves up my inner thy strocking the delicate spots with either her toes or outside of her foot, her eyes widen with hunger each time she makes my breathing ragged, my breathing and heart rate increase. Miss X looks over my shoulder and smiles her dirty smile, her foot reaches further up my thigh and her big toe begins its investigations, gently finding my cliterous just as the waiter arrives. Miss X begins her massage and gentle manipulations, using most of her toes but not yet all…. the waiter puts our dinks on the table and moves to leave, I’ve nearly stopped breathing, it’s all I can do to stop the moans and broken breaths leaving my body. “Excuse me, my friend here was asking about the cocktails, could you help her” Miss X all innocent face and gentle smile while her toes are driving me closer and closer to orgasm. The waiter turns “which cocktails were you interested in” “Errrrmmmm” I exhale as Miss X moves her toes expertly, I’m so wet, hot and confused, I want to squeeze my breasts and nipples and drive Miss X’s toes and her face deeper, but I’m held beautifully in limbo here, her slave for the moment, I see two suits in the far corner looking over and then looking away, “She’s shy” Miss X smiles at the waiter, letting go her hold for a second “we were talking and, wanted to know, what is the best way to make a good mohito”, eye contact leaning forward, head to one side Miss X is the picture of innocence and genuine interest, I look at her and breath again missing and wanting the flush of sexual ecstasy again, to be that close and not to cum I panic for a split second wondering if she’s finished the game early, but no that never happens….. we lock eyes and she gestures imperceptibly to the waiter and then makes him look at me, a simple trick, as her turns I’m looking, looking as if I’m paying attention, I nod as he continues, “yes but what’s the secret of a really good mohito” I ask as I wait and there it is an immediate and not too subtle touch, “mmmmm… sounds good”, “she really likes mohitos” Miss X chips in, more noise from the waiter, he’s speaking and I’m nodding, and smiling best I can, I think he goes out of focus…. “mmmaaahhhhh” and I begin to double over, I’m facing the table, “She loves mint, and she loves a good mohito, wait till you tell her about the timing and pouring she’ll really blow her top”.  The waiter moves away, I move my hands over my nipples and down to my inner thighs, breathing in and out, controlling my breathing, I lock eyes with Miss X we share a smile, one of Miss X’s dirtiest, and I think one of my dirtiest. We sit in silence while the earth and reality re-gathers itself around us.

After a while, whilst sipping on my cocktail and chasing a lonesome ice cube around I gesture with an upward swing of my head and chin “They need to make a booking” Miss X turns and follows my gaze, two suits standing a distance away, looking at us and looking away and trying to look cool and failing. The intermittent fidget with the crouch is always a dead giveaway. We finish our cocktails with Miss X’s foot nestled in my crouch, while she asks me for the recipe for a really good mohito “for some reason I wasn’t paying attention” “really? Lets make a few when we get back to your place and you can dance naked for me in those shoes….” Her eyes widen and voice is voice drips sexuality when she says “those shoes” and she adds casually with a sardonic move of her hand  “and as many necklaces as you like” she looks back, deep into my eyes, she squeezes gently with her foot… I had to agree ”Mohitos and a dance….. Well these shoes do need a full day out”. And it had just turned 3:00.

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My sexy London escort adventure is seeming distant now, so I’m glad of the opportunity to re-live it here with you! I’ve been back in London now for perhaps a little too long, my feet are getting itchy, you know what its like when you come back to reality after so long away, its a slow drift as you get used to the grey sky….. so to make myself feel better today I went shopping, I know, I know, all the reasons not to but hey this London escort likes shopping! I like a lot of things but shopping makes it into my top ten, or five. The feeling of new cloths, there’s something exquisite about it, especially when the cloths include some fine silk lingerie, my favourite treat  😉 So I picked up a couple of bottles of Moet and headed home. On the way I called Miss X and we had a girls night in, cocooned from the London weather, sipping our champagne and reclining, entwining, with each other in our silk… We talked about the last week in the Cayman Islands and it all came flooding back……

Miss X was waiting for us when we arrived at our room in the Cayman Islands. Mr X and I had immediately stripped, opened the windows, and collapsed naked on the sofas. Our time in Cuba and on the yacht had made us averse to cloths, especially the time on the yacht. Miss X (my sexy escort friend and lover) entered, moving sensually, stepping into the room…. silver tipped black stilettos, the smoothest and sexiest silk black stocking, suspenders, sheer black silk knickers and a fine sexy red and black silk basque, carrying a bottle of champagne in one hand and three flutes in the other, “looking for something”, the movement of her hips as she walks and the sound of the stilettos are hypnotizing and we both watch open mouthed as Miss X approaches….. Miss X stops at the table between us, “I look quite pale compared to the two of you” slowly running her fingers across the tops of her voluptuous breasts made all the more lushus by the red and black silk basque. Her head on one side and licking her lips she looks toward Mr X “So tell me how much you’ve missed me”.  As Mr X closed his moth she steps towards me and slowly places the flutes and bottle that she was carrying on the table while gently looking me over, her eyes lingering for a of a second, I instinctively stand and move towards her. Her embrace and kiss immediate and electric, our tongues and bodies entwine as Miss X moves me gently back and forth while we kiss deep, touching my breasts gently then hungrily, kissing deeper, running one hand up my inner thigh made all the more sensitive by her embrace and kiss, until I’m helpless and bent backward over the sofa I just stood from, releasing her kiss and looking deep into my eyes (one escort to another our hunger and desire unspoken) devouring my face with her gaze, then smiling and releasing her hold I drop to the sofa with a sigh and a little yelp as she release me. As I sit and gather myself after the landing and the sexual embrace I instinctively lick my lips to taste her kiss, I straighten my hair (a childlike and instinctive reaction, one that I know Miss X loves and one that, for her, I cannot fake, I glance at her and feel my face redden as she slowly smiles). Mr X is sat on the edge of his sofa, trying to look calm, but tense and throbbing erect, “A toast, to Miss X”. We all raise and clinck our glasses. With a low a throaty “mmmmm” after her sip Miss X bends again to put her flute down on the table, again lingering a fraction of a second to offer us both a tantalizing view of her cleavage, then turning and walking with a clip, clip and a sexy sway,(the way only a few escorts can, sensual and natural, emphasizing every perfect curve of her body with each step), her stockings, suspenders, little knickers and silk basque framing her perfectly formed little bum as she moves, Mr X and I are transfixed, I look over and see Mr X breathing deeply, moth open….. She moves to the Denon system to press play. I turn back to Miss X we’re both engrossed in her every movement, watching her, she is the only thing in the room, her presence is magnetic. Her movement, her hypnotic swaying starts as the music begins, and then with a clip, clip Miss X moves back to the sofa area. The sexual tension is palpable, tangible, we are both waiting for Miss X to allow us to touch her, her pale alabaster skin, her perfect breasts, her gentle movement, her beautiful commanding presence…. Looking from me to Mr X and back again, gently moving her hips to the chilled electro she speaks “10 minute shower each, follow me”. We stand, looking us both up and down Miss X cups slowly squeezes and then very gently stokes my breasts with her long fingers moving her thumbs across my nipples making me breath deeper, then turning to Mr X, with a look that says “I know, and I’m going to have fun” she takes his erection in hand and begins to walk “follow me” she says again over her shoulder with a smile and wink to me. On the way past the Denon Miss X turns the music up a little without breaking stride. We follow to the shower room, Miss X and her followers in single file. Looking past Mr X at me “you first”, I step into the shower and turn on the water, the music is playing in here. I watch as she gently pushes Mr X back to lean and rest his arse on the washbasin, I begin to shower, the water refreshing and cool, my body tense, the light feeling back in my stomach. Turning and looking through the water I see Miss X is swaying and moving to the music inches away from Mr X but still out of his reach, his hands tight on the edge of the basin, I can see his every breath as his stomach and rib cage expands and contracts. I begin to shower facing them both through the glass, Miss X turns to face me, bending over and teasing me with her wicked smile and cleavage and teasing Mr X with her sexy bum and hips swaying. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused, my tongue on my lips, my breasts and nipples, my sexy, my body all silently screaming…..  I cover myself in foam – looking from Miss X moving and teasing us both, to Mr X as I massage myself and tease him through the glass, my gave moving from one to the other, watching and feeling the hunger in our eyes….. I finish my shower and move round the glass move towards Miss X, at this moment she is the sexiest escort in the world and she moves towards me, looking over her shoulder “your turn” Mr X walks round the glass and under the still flowing water. Miss X caresses and kisses my breasts, I close my eyes, she sinks slowly to her knees trailing her tongue down…..

Mr X does as instructed and showers for the full ten minutes, turning to watch and the back to the water, my legs turn to jelly in less than a minute, I’m helpless under Miss X’s expert caress and kiss, I slowly collapse to the floor every moment a surrender to the sensation, I’m gasping for air as Mr X steps round the glass, Miss X moves leaving me breathless on the floor, her now wet face turns towards Mr X’s dripping body while I lie panting on the cool tiled floor watching them both slightly out of focus, moving toward each other as the steam whips around us, the rhythmic music still beating and flowing, I move my hands across my sweat covered body….

Miss X, the sexiest of London escorts,  kept us both spell bound and treated us to her full concentration….. She kept her cloths on for what seemed like a long time, and kept us both wanting more and more that she remove them until eventually, hours later, with us both aching for her perfect white alabaster skin she finally stripped, beautifully and sensually she moved out of her cloths and we descended on her devouring every inch of her, making her our sole focus for hours more…….

Miss X was our focus for the rest of the time we were in the Cayman Islands, “what she says goes” as Mr X put it the next day while smoking his pre-brunch cigar, propped up on pillows on the floor and I couldn’t agree more. Even down to the game of three-way footsie during dinner. Miss X, to Mr X, Mr X to me, me to Miss X. Sometimes we’d play spin the champagne bottle to decide the order before we went to dinner. It always ended the same….. Miss X won this every night as she knows me very, very, well and her toes are nimble enough to undo a zip so Mr X was permanently on the edge of an orgasm, some nights she ended up with both feet busy and both of us panting, grinding our teeth and red in the face, she dealt with the waiters……. Need I say more? She has a talent 😉

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Hello again! Yep I’m back at the keyboard, your favourite sexy London escort, jet lag a memory and planning my next escape…. while hoping that it’ll be as memorable (and as paid for!) as my last, but I’m a “wise little owl” as Mr X called me more than once, a term I came to love as it was usually followed by “I wish more of my employees could think like that”, and I know that each experience is different, thank God (imagine life if experiences weren’t different and each person you kissed and each time you kissed it felt the same!)  – That’s the amazing thing about life, a moment is what it is and it can never be recreated and I LOVE LIFE for that!  Exploration and adventure are always rewarded! Anyway here I am blabbing away when you want to know what happened with the rest of my holiday…….

The adventure continued….  Mr X told me we had about 18hrs or so at the current speed and settings till we docked and about 12 hours or so of “ocean time”, and with that he called for three bottles of champagne and a tray of our favourites. We were sat on our favourite deck and threw towels over ourselves when Charles and the bar man arrived with our goodies, we had been naked for so long it was becoming difficult to remember to cover up and we weren’t even bothering to pretend to ourselves to get dressed, being naked for sooo long is simply perfect! The sea air, the sun and the motion of the boat, but most importantly the amazing horizon, or is it the sea air…… “why get dressed? Where are the neighbours?” Knowing the private cruise was nearly over, it was time to enjoy even more!  “Lets make this a ride in to remember,” announced Mr X and with that I chinked glasses his glass and we dove into our champagne and tray of nibbles. An hour or so later and we were licking each others bodies clean, the champagne and treats had made it to our skin and we were ravenous for each other. And when this sexy London escort says ravenous she means Oh Yeh! We poured champagne, licked and kissed and covered each other, the sound of the ocean and the engines replaced by the sound our hunger…..  Rolling from leather to marble watching each other……  watching our bodies move, our eyes lock, then staring blindly into the heavens, then eyes closed and back again, we roll and moved and roll and moved again…… then eventually breathless, smiling, exhausted we smile deeply and look around at the devastation and laugh “when did that get knocked over?”

Curled up together and listening to the now familiar sounds of ocean and engine, and feeling the sun on our naked bodies we listen to one of Mr X’s playlists each sipping the champagne that hadn’t been knocked over during our love making marathon. Mr X checks his watch and…. guess what, you’ll never guess, what, (now I think as a sexy London escort I’m pretty much un-shockable but as they say, pride comes before a fall and)…  ” You know what, I’ve always wanted to do this so fuck it lets do it” I’m expecting some kind of sexual thing thinking – what the hell? what could this be? some kind of thing that probably won’t shock me, in fact may be fun with Mr X, but maybe he’s been all repressed or scared or whatever about it but, you never know, but NO, it’s not some kind of sexual thing and then… Mr X jumping up and looking me in the eye, finishing his glass in a single gulp, turning and throwing a few nibbles into his mouth, he moves back into the doorway and then taking a run up to a beautiful dive off the back of the boat… Yep straight off the back of the boat I saw him hang in the air and then Splash……  !!!

I’m sitting, I know what I saw, I guess it’s……, I’m frozen….  what to do? I should call Charles…. I was working out what to do, he dove off hanging diving, and what just happened when ….. The boat stated to circle, a siren whooped once or more times and when we caught up with Mr X he was smiling and laughing as I started laughing and shouting, jumping and “Yes! That was AMAZING” all I could do as he climbed aboard our deck was stand and raise my glass in salute and then jump and whoop and shout “you mad fuck” and “YES YOU DID IT” I if you’ve always wanted to do it then do it. He climbed aboard and while standing naked facing me and dripping wet with the widest grin he filled our glasses and made a toast to “doing things that you’ve never done before”.  Charles appeared, I’ve no idea how long he’d been standing at my shoulder and Mr X ordered “full steam” to the Caymen Islands, and “fill up the nibbles”, neither of us bothered to cover up or pretend to be shy of our nakedness, I don’t know it would have seemed weird to try to cover up, and when Charles had done his “very good sir” and left my side, Mr X said “Its kind of like saying to a taxi drive “floor it”, saying “full steam ahead” it’s something you never grow out of, is that just boys?” and with that he gave me the most honest of looks I’ve ever seen…… I caught myself and smiled and for once this sexy London escort was left speechless I swear for no reason I blushed….! I was for speachless!

We docked with a head full of sea air, salutes, whistles, champagne and more. Mr X lingures a while thanking the captain I guess as I take in the land temperature, warm, and then we climb into the aircon of the waiting car thats to take us to the hotel and the joy and pleasure that is Miss X, the cool artificial air feels strange against my skin after the sea air and shade at sea, I miss the ocean immediately and can still feel the movement of the ocean. Mr X climbs in and still high from the ocean puts the screen up and pulls my top down, eager and full of lust we lick, suck and finger each other all the way to the hotel.  A while later as we slow to another stop the door closest to heads makes the unmistakable clunk clunk noise of someone trying the door, we both tense and turn to face the inside of the car door, inches from our heads someone is trying to open the door from the outside, while lying on the floor of the car, some cloths half on others half off we look at each other, stifle a giggle, and look back at the inside of the door waiting for it to open….. “We have arrived at the hotel sir” says a disembodied voice, “I’ll organize your bags and have someone waiting at reception” and with that the driver was out of the car and our door handle stopped clunk, clunk clunking….. Mr X turned to face me our noses brushing, “well he’s earn’t his tip” and we were both laughing…….

We check in and neither of us are comfortable in cloths or air con  after our time on the boat, (“we need naked for at least 10 hours or the rest of our lives” is the way Mr X puts it) up we go in the lift, the door opens, Mr X sends the guy away with a big tip before he even starts with the tour of the suite. Air off, balcony windows wide open, embrace the warm air….  fine white swirls and whips in the breeze…. We sit on the sofa’s after stripping, Mr X looks around while opening a bottle, “hang on two buckets, one bottle, what the….” he stops mid sentence and I follow his gaze Miss X is moving into the room not just wearing cloths but making them seem sexier than we could ever imagine…. silver tipped black stilettos, the smoothest and sexiest silk black stocking, suspenders, sheer black silk knickers and a fine sexy red and black silk basque, carrying a bottle of champagne in one hand and three flutes in the other, “looking for something”, the movement of her hips as she walks  and the sound of the stilettos are hypnotizing and we both watch open mouthed as Miss X approaches…..

I guess sometimes you have to wear cloths to make an impression!

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A few weeks or so in Cuba (you know time fly’s and you start to loose track of time and days and weeks…..) and Mr X decided that it was time to move on and move on in luxury. Well this sexy London escort isn’t about to disagree with a statement like that! Not having staff around was starting to get to him and he’d had enough of “slumming it”. “Sometimes five stars is just not enough” so he packed his travel humidor with a selection of fine cigars, we threw our things into our travel bags and we were off, to where exactly Mr X was keeping a secret until we arrived at the port. We pulled up and were greeted by a very friendly gentleman in a smart sailors uniform flanked by two more naval types each with a little less gold braid. Our Captain introduced himself and our bags were whisked away to the yacht. I must admit when I saw the yacht and realized that I was to be sailing around with a team of staff waiting on my every need I did let out an little OMG this made MR X smile – he gave me his a rhy sideways smile and squeezed me round the waist. As we boarded I thought what Leane at AvisBabes would think if she could see me now, smiling to myself I realized I knew the answer a loving and cheeky “you lucky bitch” once we’d boarded or embarked or whatever it is that you do we were shown to our…. rooms, quarters, whatever words you use doesn’t do the thing justice, we had the run of the place as you’d expect and well what can I say? Fabulous! We stood on one of the decks and sipped our Mohito’s as we set sail for the Cayman Island with a sail around Jamaica en-route, lovely. Oh by the way, before I go on if you’re reading this on any site bar AvisBabes then this has been stolen, not cool! and I’d ask the girl, if you make a booking, to describe her holiday and see if it matches up oh and one more thing if your reading this on a site not based in London, yep stolen! AvisBabes is the only site and blog for this sexy London escort!) anyway as I was saying the smell of ozone and the excitement of leaving port all merged with the perfect Mohito to create a beautiful high! I watched the land disappear and it didn’t take me long to get the hang of summoning, lets call him Charles, to assist, very professionally with each and every demand and request, well almost each and every one of my desires 😉 Two hours or so from land and we sent the cocktail, barman chap and Charles away and settled down with out seafood canapés, sushi selections and our two bottles of champagne on ice “we don’t want to be bothered calling for a second for a while”….. Like most women, and all escorts, I love wealth and decadence (the difference is that I’ll freely admit it, I mean come on who wouldn’t love it?) especially when its possessed by a man that treats those around him with decorum, politeness and dignity but unfortunately this seems rare, very rare, but when I come across it I’m like a happy bunny! I mean a really happy bunny! On the deck of the yacht we applied sunscreen to each other surrounded by nothing but empty ocean and of course fine wood, exquisite leather and cool marble… The sunscreen didn’t get too much time to settle! The time we’d spent together had been put to very good use and we knew each other bodies by now and it proved to be one of the best hours or two ever (possibly topped later but I’ll get to that). Moving together with a team of staff not too far away (a naughty and jinglingly delightful knowledge), clear blue sky above, occasional ocean spray, and the movement of the yacht we lost track of time and of our selves!  At one point thinking that I could not possibly have another orgasm (strange for me and strange for a London escort but as I said I was feeling like a very horny bunny), bending over the safety rail, feeling sea pray on my face, my hair blowing and the motion of the ocean Mr X made sure that the impossible became a reality and with a shudder and a scream I sank to my knees in his arms…. Later that day we poured champagne over each other and to clean off we ordered the boat to stop and dove in to the ocean, naked and drunk we bobbed about and dove down…. Swimming and splashing until we were exhausted the yacht keeping a safe distance, we swam back and lay on the deck watching the sunset and the sky changing colour….. Yes I love excess J

When we woke to the clear sunshine of the next day we were moored, is that right moored? We’d dropped anchor off the coast of Jamaica. We were sat nibbling on some lobster and chatting when Mr X told me the obvious and the amazing. He’d chartered the yacht while he was in London. Well I’d guessed that a massive yacht, trained staff and a full and fresh supply of food, wine and champagne along with a route takes longer that an hour to arrange, unless your an Arab sheik! The amazing? My guy had arranged for my sexy London escort friend Miss X to be at our hotel when we arrived in the Cayman Islands! I must admit that I let out a little squeak of excitement when he told me an apparently “dirty laugh” and “sexy squeak” that made my guy as horny as an over sexed student, either that or the thought of me with my sexy escort girlfriend was just too much for him! It was a while before we made it to the ocean for another dip! Giant fresh strawberries are sooo sexy! Dipped in ice or ice cream and played over your nipples and pussy on a hot day – delicious! We stayed in our room for a few hours making quite a mess and getting very sweaty! When we did make it for a dip I actually looked around and to swim that far out knowing you have a team that’ll dive in and save you at the first sign of trouble you can really relax. Mr X climbed aboard and I floated naked on my back with the sound of the ocean in my ears and my eyes closed for as long as I could, feeling the sea air moving over my naked breasts and pushing my hips up from time to time and feeling as if I was about to flip over backwards…. and when I finally woke from my meditations the yacht was right there, as if by magic…. I later found out that I’d drifted some 1800 meters or so! We cruised by Jamaica that day and from the ocean it looks beautiful, very beautiful indeed. That evening reclining with drinks we spoke about Miss X, her sexy shape and her love of life, later while I was sat astride Mr X and slowly moving with him we whispered our fantasies into each others ears both knowing that when we met up with Miss X we’d make them come true!

That’s enough for today, I cant put any more onto paper – and all the memories have made me far too horny! (its a good job Miss X is here ;-)) I’ll post again soon and let you know about the three week “lost weekend” in the Cayman Islands…..

Stay safe and stay true to yourself and if YOU want to make a fantasy reality call AvisBabes and have a chat with the lovely Leane to make the booking of your life with your perfect London escort!

Hi guys! I’m back in London 😉

Thanks for all the love and emails and sorry I cant get back to you as soon as, but you know what its like when you’re travelling and sunning yourself.! So where have I been and what’s been going on I hear you ask, where has your favourite London escort been? Well dear reader where shall I begin? As you know I don’t need much of a push to get out of London during the winter and this winter has been no different, in fact I’m already looking around for another excuse to get away. I know, I know I’m a little sun slut but I figure, while I’m young and sexy I might as well jet off when ever I can, especially when I’m not paying! So where, what, when, how? Easy there I’ll get to all the, well some of the, juicy bits as we go along, where Cuba, Panama, Cayman Islands, when well November till a few days ago, what and how, one of my favourite guys and how, a phone call a ticket and a plane! But there’s more to it than that!

One of my favourite guys called with a great offer, he was off for a few months to escape to the sun and try to get away fro work and people for as long as possible, and wondered if I fancied tagging along. Now this is not that unusual but this one was a God send as the guy in question is soooo easy going and a sexy guy and we’ve always got on as individuals as well as escort and client. So he sent the tickets through and made all the reservations and did all the boring stuff and paid a little something into my account for expenses and left me with nothing to do but decide how many beach outfits and how much sun block to pack.-) Nice! I contacted Leane at AvisBabes and explained and once she’d called me a lucky bitch a few times she wished me bon voyage, everything was set and so off I went.

I get out of the taxi, not looking like a sexy London escort, and make my way through and meet up as agreed with Mr X, we check our bags, do a little shopping, a beautiful necklace and earrings are our final purchase,  “ a little something with diamonds” as Mr X said as he draped it round my neck, and before long we were in the air and before you ask – yes – well if you and your companion are both as horny as sex starved rabbits then yes you do have to “re-punch your ticket to the mile high club” I must say that Mr X’s turn of phrase does linger….  Needless to say we re-punched that ticket more than once 😉

Why Cuba as our first destination you may ask, simple, Mr X is a bit of a cigar guy which is cool as I do like the smell and taste of a fine and I do mean fine, cigar. So for the next three weeks it was sun, sand, cigars, cocktails, and sea, with a lot of hammock time mmmmmm. Oh by the way unless your reading this on any site ‘cept the avisbabes blog then it’s not cool, yep people (and you know who you are) have been stealing, this is the London escort blog by me for AvisBabes and please do link or quote by full full bodied stealing!!! Not cool! Anyway as as was saying…. oh yes…. Have you ever seen those couples bobbing about just a little further out than you’d expect and wondered are they? Well yes sometimes they are, and I can hold my breath for a really long time 😉 One night we had our three bottles of champagne on ice, two were gone and we’d flavoured Mr X’s cigar with my taste, half of which he’d smoke while I was tasting him when we had the idea, not a new or original idea, but a great idea non the less. We wandered down to the beach, there was no one around as expected, the stars were out and all was silence ‘cept for the waves breaking, I dropped my silk and waded and dove in and waited, anticipating, for Mr X, he quickly followed still excited from the room he embraced me, a sexual embrace, and we fell beneath the water. We moved together for a long time, our movements and the movements of the ocean in harmony, riding each other and the gentle current until we ended up lying in the surf. Covered and submerged one minute and exposed in our love making the next….. Fully exfoliated by the wonderful sand and warm surf, relaxed, awake and wet we retreated to a hammock smiling and full of life, we tried the impossible! Top tip slow is the only way to go in a haock until you have the perfect balance and if your balance is a good as mine you can get some real motion going! When in doubt ask a genuinely talented London escort for advice! We slept for a while in each other’s arms and woke beneath the stars, we retreated to our room for fresh bucks fizz, “breakfast or nightcap?” Mr X queried as he poured, either way we toasted the dawn in style on our balcony, naked, with the taste of a fine cigar lingering and then whipped away on the breeze…. That was a good night if not the best….

I think the jet lag is catching up on me again I’ll try to post again in the next day or two as you’ll love what happens next! I wish I could put it down now but I’m really feeling the pace. As ever lots of love to Leane the head of the greatest London agency and to all of you. Stay free snd stay cool and don’t go changing!  😉