My first few experiences were w/MP's prior to discovering this website...and they were both exciting (the anticipation and the taboo nature) and underwhelming (usually an Auntie or an experience I could have taken care of at home), but my 1st actual Independent was Myya in White Rock (coming from The States, I wanted to be as close to home as possible in case I had to pull the rip-cord and scamper home, lol).
Her en suite was in the basement of her home, (nice neighborhood, big house) and I found her drop-dead gorgeous (and not just because I was a noob). I was soooo nervous and I'm sure she could tell since I was asking the most banal questions, i.e. where should I remove my shoes, may I place my coat on this chair, etc.? She led me to the bathroom and I recall that the ceilings were very low...like less than the 7'6" minimums, and a bit of water splashed on them and I hurriedly wiped everything down thinking any remnant of me being there was some sort of crime. Anyway, I joined Myya on the bed, (and oddly, it was much taller than usual which brought the whole 'ceiling thing' back into focus), and we just started making-out like teenagers. I didn't make any of the initial 'moves' but she maneuvered herself into the most available positions, so I got the hint fairly quickly. BBBJ was a first and it was toothy, (which every one has been for me), so we spent the remaining part of the hour+ time exploring any/all positions and variations of positions. I was still very nervous so I didn't reach the finishline, but I'd chalk that up to me just being me. Overall, I'd still put her in my top ten, but nostalgia could be playing a role here.
A few experiences later, this happened:
here was my experience w/her in late August +/-
As mentioned, Michelle's incall is actually a SFR at the end of a bumpy, dirt/gravel driveway...there's a separate entrance down a steep concrete stairwell to the daylight basement, (which has a kitchenette, rec room, 3/4 bath and a very small 'bed' room, (cuz it really only fits a bed). Pictures are accurate and 100% her I am certain and she is a very down-to-earth fun girl to be around and talk to. I had a quick rinse in the tiny shower stall, (had to tip-toe around several product containers on the shower floor) and came-out in my boxer-briefs and T-shirt and was greeted by her roommate's Pit Bull mix who is very loving and sweet, but the timing wasn't all that great. Her roomie shooed the pup back upstairs and gave Michelle and I our privacy to chat and start doing our thing. She has a few limitations of which I don't participate in anyway, but I think she felt it necessary to put that on the table de rigueur. A quick BBBJ in the recroom, then off to the bedroom where we chat a bit and start again on some more BBBJ, (I commented on the 1st go-round that her teeth weren't optimal and she said that she wanted to 'redeem' herself, which she did on the second attempt) We moved on to a bit of CG and I rolled her into Mish and after 5-10 minutes I hear 'MICHELLE! Where's the blow?!!' from upstairs. I kinda chuckle to myself and Michelle lets her know where to look, and we're just getting re-started and I hear, 'IT"S NOT THERE!!' followed by footsteps down the stairs. At this point I decide to withdraw from Michelle's wonderfully wet vagina and as I'm standing there at half mast, her roomie pops her head in and asks the same question. Now I'm a total 'go-with-the-flow' kinda guy and am certainly fine if a girl wants to partake in a bit of 'hippie lettuce' or 'booger sugar', but I would have hoped it could have waited...clearly not and I didn't want to get in-between a girl and her party-powder. So Michelle has her look in a spot downstairs and then asks the roomie if she happened to have any bigger condoms...keep in mind that I'm just standing there with half a boner pointing at the ground taking-in the entire absurdity of the whole situation. Any way, we get back into it and here comes the roomie once again, this time trying to be helpful w/alternative condoms of which she tosses on the bed and leaves. I'm assuming these two are both in the SP industry based on this interaction, so I ask Michelle (almost thinking there might be a salvageable way to make the night more interesting), but NO! She's a GD medical assistant student! Holy Hell! I now understand why all you Canadians come down for our healthcare.
At this point, Michelle and I have worked-up quite a sweat and she offered to get me a refreshment, I declined but said she should go ahead...she said she'd be back in 2 minutes. I laid there staring at the popcorn ceiling trying to piece together what has just occurred, all the while making sure I'd be 'ready' to finish when Michelle returned. Well, I don't wear a watch and my phone was in my pocket in the other room, but I can damn-sure tell when it's been two minutes...and it had been at least 5. I throw-in the towel, get dressed and call-up the stairs to let Michelle know I was leaving...she says, 'come on up here' and I had all sorts of visions of what could possibly/potentially be up there, but I soldiered up and found her nibbling some ground beef out of a cast iron pan on the stove still buck-ass naked. Again, she's very polite, nice, and sweet but by then it was definitely time for me to get gone...