I had been interested in Maggie for a while. It’s no secret that I like the more mature ladies, and I had a good impression from her Escorts-Canada page:
http://www.escorts-canada.com/cgi-bin/ad?id=4739
However, for some reason, I hadn’t yet contacted her. Then, one day, she joined PERB (as Ms. Belair), and gradually revealed herself to be a witty, saucy lady with a risqué side – my kind of woman! I finally bit the bullet a few weeks ago and sent her a PM expressing my possible interest in seeing her as a client. She replied promptly, and what followed was an exchange of several messages that escalated from teasing to downright raunchy. It’s loads of fun to flirt with someone who has the skill and interest to do it well. She even jokingly expressed concern because I had referred once on PERB to Avery Junior as “that cute little fellow”, and she was worried that I had a microdick. I assured her that it was really 14” long, and she said she was relieved.
After four or five exchanges, our encounter was a foregone conclusion. A couple of weeks ago, I called Maggie and booked her for one hour later that afternoon at her posted rate of $200. She gave me the address and also parking instructions.
I arrived at her house, an older three-storey in the West Broadway area, and drove into the back lane to park beside her vehicle. I rang the bell at the back door, and she came to greet me, along with two of the three pets (one dog, two cats) that share her house. Maggie’s body looked like her pictures, and her face was close to what I had imagined. The lady before me was in her early forties (her posted age is 43), attractive, slender and was wearing a silky robe with very little underneath. All I could see at that point were black stockings. She gave me a warm hug and peck, and invited me upstairs to her boudoir. She put up a barrier to keep the dog from climbing the stairs, and led the way. I could now see that underneath her robe was a black garter belt with matching black bra and thong. I thoroughly enjoyed the view as we climbed to the third floor.
Once we were upstairs, Maggie threw her arms around me, and we started to DFK. Her robe slid to the floor, and I got a better view of what awaited me. In my experience, very few women can successfully pull off the naughty French hooker look. They’re either too young, too heavy, or don’t have the right demeanor. Maggie is the right age, slender, has that confident sexiness and knows how to flirt. She looked “tastefully sleazy”. I was hooked! The pièce de résistance was that garter belt, though. I’m not a lingerie fetishist, but I love garter belts! I think they’re absolutely the sexiest garment ever. It’s probably because I’m old enough to have dated women before the days of pantyhose, when garter belts were commonly worn.
Soon, I was down to my shorts, and the cute little fellow was straining to pop free, but I wouldn’t let him; not just yet. After all, I had to tease Maggie a little too. In short order, her bra and thong were on the floor, but the garter belt remained. Its triangular outline framed her shaven pussy just as I remembered from the days of my youth, the only difference being that the pussies in my youth were hairy. We were DFKing very passionately by this time, and at some point, my shorts came off. My lips started to descend down her body, stopping for a while to pay her perky boobs the attention they desired and deserved. Then, I could no longer resist, and I plunged headfirst into that waiting peach. She wanted it, I wanted it, she was wearing a garter belt, and her hygiene was impeccable. It doesn’t get any better than that, folks! Maggie is quite easy to please if you’re reasonably competent, and she indicated her pleasure in short order.
Then, she told me it was my turn. I lay on my back, and Maggie proceeded to show me that she’s learned a few skills of her own along the way. She had me squirming and moaning in delight in no time at all. It was soon obvious it was time for the main event. We started in mish, and Maggie demonstrated conclusively that, despite her petite stature, she’s robust enough to handle pretty much anything a man can throw at her, and throw it back at him, too. We switched to doggy, where I enjoyed looking at that cute little butt, until I was overcome by an irresistible urge to sprint to the finish line. I crossed it with a Krakatoa-like explosion. We remained in that position for quite a while before I finally withdrew.
We were already past the one hour mark by now. We snuggled, cuddled and chatted for a long time afterward. Maggie comes from an artsy-fartsy background, and has spent most of her career in the arts. She’s nobody’s fool, and she’s obviously enjoying her escorting activities. She is delightful company, and will appeal to gentlemen who enjoy the company of a mature woman who has a mind of her own.
After I cleaned up, we parted with a warm embrace and kiss. I will definitely repeat. Soon!
http://www.escorts-canada.com/cgi-bin/ad?id=4739
However, for some reason, I hadn’t yet contacted her. Then, one day, she joined PERB (as Ms. Belair), and gradually revealed herself to be a witty, saucy lady with a risqué side – my kind of woman! I finally bit the bullet a few weeks ago and sent her a PM expressing my possible interest in seeing her as a client. She replied promptly, and what followed was an exchange of several messages that escalated from teasing to downright raunchy. It’s loads of fun to flirt with someone who has the skill and interest to do it well. She even jokingly expressed concern because I had referred once on PERB to Avery Junior as “that cute little fellow”, and she was worried that I had a microdick. I assured her that it was really 14” long, and she said she was relieved.
After four or five exchanges, our encounter was a foregone conclusion. A couple of weeks ago, I called Maggie and booked her for one hour later that afternoon at her posted rate of $200. She gave me the address and also parking instructions.I arrived at her house, an older three-storey in the West Broadway area, and drove into the back lane to park beside her vehicle. I rang the bell at the back door, and she came to greet me, along with two of the three pets (one dog, two cats) that share her house. Maggie’s body looked like her pictures, and her face was close to what I had imagined. The lady before me was in her early forties (her posted age is 43), attractive, slender and was wearing a silky robe with very little underneath. All I could see at that point were black stockings. She gave me a warm hug and peck, and invited me upstairs to her boudoir. She put up a barrier to keep the dog from climbing the stairs, and led the way. I could now see that underneath her robe was a black garter belt with matching black bra and thong. I thoroughly enjoyed the view as we climbed to the third floor.
Once we were upstairs, Maggie threw her arms around me, and we started to DFK. Her robe slid to the floor, and I got a better view of what awaited me. In my experience, very few women can successfully pull off the naughty French hooker look. They’re either too young, too heavy, or don’t have the right demeanor. Maggie is the right age, slender, has that confident sexiness and knows how to flirt. She looked “tastefully sleazy”. I was hooked! The pièce de résistance was that garter belt, though. I’m not a lingerie fetishist, but I love garter belts! I think they’re absolutely the sexiest garment ever. It’s probably because I’m old enough to have dated women before the days of pantyhose, when garter belts were commonly worn.
Soon, I was down to my shorts, and the cute little fellow was straining to pop free, but I wouldn’t let him; not just yet. After all, I had to tease Maggie a little too. In short order, her bra and thong were on the floor, but the garter belt remained. Its triangular outline framed her shaven pussy just as I remembered from the days of my youth, the only difference being that the pussies in my youth were hairy. We were DFKing very passionately by this time, and at some point, my shorts came off. My lips started to descend down her body, stopping for a while to pay her perky boobs the attention they desired and deserved. Then, I could no longer resist, and I plunged headfirst into that waiting peach. She wanted it, I wanted it, she was wearing a garter belt, and her hygiene was impeccable. It doesn’t get any better than that, folks! Maggie is quite easy to please if you’re reasonably competent, and she indicated her pleasure in short order.
Then, she told me it was my turn. I lay on my back, and Maggie proceeded to show me that she’s learned a few skills of her own along the way. She had me squirming and moaning in delight in no time at all. It was soon obvious it was time for the main event. We started in mish, and Maggie demonstrated conclusively that, despite her petite stature, she’s robust enough to handle pretty much anything a man can throw at her, and throw it back at him, too. We switched to doggy, where I enjoyed looking at that cute little butt, until I was overcome by an irresistible urge to sprint to the finish line. I crossed it with a Krakatoa-like explosion. We remained in that position for quite a while before I finally withdrew.
We were already past the one hour mark by now. We snuggled, cuddled and chatted for a long time afterward. Maggie comes from an artsy-fartsy background, and has spent most of her career in the arts. She’s nobody’s fool, and she’s obviously enjoying her escorting activities. She is delightful company, and will appeal to gentlemen who enjoy the company of a mature woman who has a mind of her own.
After I cleaned up, we parted with a warm embrace and kiss. I will definitely repeat. Soon!
