Degustation Dream

Recollection of a perfect night – the story of one booking.

The set-up to this story of one perfect night.

This is the story of one moment in time. I am going to take a slightly different approach to my previous blog posts on ‘client-escort’ topics and recount a single booking – a perfect booking.

I have more of these to come (subsequent to this story, I have added ‘Harbour Lights’ and ‘Holiday Hideaway’). What can I say, I have been very, very fortunately, so please don’t take the order of articles, story content or any other aspect as some vote, preference or ranking system. Let me know if you want to hear more of this type of article. The story is true, detail has only been left out for privacy and to protect the guilty – me! I hope you enjoy the story of a perfect night.

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Meeting again!

My first meeting with this wonderful escort was worthy of a similar story, one for another day. It was fortunate and serendipitous for its own reasons and that first booking had left me wanting a second booking – something that wasn’t possible for a while due to a number of reasons, a delay that heightened the anticipation of this ‘sequel’ date.

Our second booking, this booking, now named by me for literary effect as ‘Degustation Dream’ was planned as a dinner date and locked in weeks ahead of schedule. We kept some infrequent but pleasant contact, counting down the weeks and keeping the expectations high – it is a pleasant thing as a client to anticipate a future booking and to believe it is pleasantly anticipated by the escort as well. Eventually the day came.

The arrival.

We met at the hotel where I was staying, she was running a little late and advised me of the delay by text. I set myself up in the lobby bar to find that a wedding or engagement party was in full swing. I was fortunate enough to get the last two seats in the hotel lounge. I ordered two glasses of champagne, partly as a signal to the function guests that the other seat was taken.

My companion for the evening arrived in a thin, elegant and rather revealing sun dress, relaxed and sexy, but also formal enough for a restaurant dinner. Despite the large number of young men and women at the function, many turned and looked as she arrived. I still smile now remembering their looks as this beautiful, graceful and head-turning woman gave me a hug, flicked her hair and sat down to the champagne. Some of their curious looks turned to barely hidden disapproval when she sat down next to me. She didn’t even notice their disdain and started a casual, pleasant discussion with me, as though she had only been away to the bathroom and we were resuming a barely paused conversation. In the end, I think the champagne ended up on the bill of the function guests – I was winning already.

Off to dinner.

Our meal was at the other end of town, at a restaurant recommended to me by a work colleague. We caught an Uber Black and had a pleasant and what seemed short drive. When I entered the restaurant I became a little concerned. I am pretty sure I was the second-youngest person there, which made my companion for the evening by far the youngest. It seemed like the sort of ‘establishment’ place that old couples and executives haunt, and I was concerned that it would be stolid, uninspired food in a mausoleum style environment. I was very, very wrong!

Our waiter and sommelier were wonderful. We started by ordering a fine bottle of red wine and while considering the menu and raving over the wine, my companion said we didn’t need to ‘watch-the-clock’, and we could order the degustation option if that was my preference. Well you know the answer already from the title of this article, those words are always lovely to hear, never expected and always a most lovely bonus.

We had something approaching ten of the best small courses of food that I have ever had, and I am becoming a rather spoilt dinner guest. The sommelier seemed to be competing with himself with every matched wine, oh yes, we added the matched wines option, to out-describe the wine before it. Telling us of its history, region and the detail of why he had selected each wine for the particular course of the degustation – it was an absolute tour de force of a meal and the restaurant staff doted on us but also left us space for some very intimate conversations.

In the end we were almost the last guests to leave, thanked by the staff, probably keen to close-up, but impeccably well mannered. It cost a lot, but I almost welcomed the bill, it was the best meal for two people I think that I have ever had. The food and drinks were amazing, and the conversation, on only our second meeting, was equally divine. We discussed our personal philosophies, elements of our history, things we had in common and where we wanted to go in life. I know escorts and clients must keep secrets in reserve, but I don’t remember feeling that any discussion was off limits – it was just hours, and I mean hours, of dining and blissful company.

OK, so we we’re both pretty drunk. I don’t suggest that this is a good idea in most cases, as too much alcohol can drastically diminish performance, enjoyment and memory – all bad for client-escort dates. In addition, if you aren’t both in a good mood, expect the alcohol to make the mood worse. Despite that caveat, we were both having a ball. I suspect that the Uber driver taking us back to the hotel would have a different story, but hey, I don’t recall much of that trip, other than we were very close together.

Back at the hotel.

So maybe when you are floating in a dream, the effect of alcohol on libido is different. In this case, I had no alcohol related performance issues. I am not a writer of sexy literature and I’m also very reluctant to go into too many details, other than to say that I was very keen to have sex and it took almost no effort. We didn’t make it past the couch in the hotel suite before we were at it, in relatively raw and vigorous release, after hours of getting close to each other.

Then to the balcony in the night air. I think the fresh-air hit me, because I couldn’t see or focus on any long-range vision beyond the immediacy of my escort companion. More specifically her back, her hair and the back of the rest of her naked body – you get the idea. I don’t know if anyone could see us, I suspect that they could, and neither of us cared, we were in sheer wanton disregard of the modesty of the rest of the city at night.

Then lastly to the bedroom and by that stage, I had slowed a little, it was gradual, face to face and more intimate. I think after that I let the team down, as although I thought I had put up a sterling display, my companion was doing better than me, younger, fitter, better and probably would have pushed me further still, but I believe she kindly let me off-the-hook claiming a similar level of fatigue. This was not a short session either, there was more talking and quieter intimate moments as well. My companion had really gone off-the-clock, and I am again not suggesting that this should ever be expected, ever, but it was so nice to look back later, reminiscing about that night, and realise the honour granted by my companion to allow it all to come to an end when it came to an end.

Post booking.

We got dressed, slowly as drunk and tired people tend to do. I walked my companion to her car and yet again we stopped, don’t worry, not to drive anywhere. I joined her in my first cigarette for several years, and then another and then another. We had more conversations and ultimately she decided to crash for what little of the night remained at a friends place nearby. I wandered back to my hotel very slowly, the walk of a very tired but very satisfied person, savouring the night and with a spring in my step.

I woke up to a massive hangover, the type where it seems someone is working on the inside of your temples with twin jack-hammers. I was due to fly out and it took me a long time to pack up the room, finding packets, condoms and remnants of the evening everywhere – with each little ‘find’, I smiled and then my headache reminded me not to smile so quickly.

We exchanged a number of messages the next day. I think my main comment was at how amazing the evening was and at how ‘broken’ I felt. I really was broken, I was sore in the strangest of places for almost a week afterward – strangely it was a pleasant pain, bringing back a recollection of one of my favorite experiences.

We have seen each other since, will hopefully continue to see each other more in the future, and every booking has been a joy. The bar was set very high that night, and I think we have come very close to equaling it now on a few other wonderful occasions. We have often spoken about that one ‘stand-out’ night that just went perfectly start-to-finish – my Degustation Dream (a name I have only just bestowed on this wonderful evening, this wonderful memory).

Please don’t try and identify my companion. Also, please don’t think I am discounting other mind-blowing experiences, if this article format proves popular, I will include more of these individual date stories alongside the other article types. I simply wanted to tell the story of a great booking.

I hope you enjoyed hearing about this booking and even more so, I hope you have had similarly powerful and pleasant experiences of your own.

Xx SP 30 March 2017 (article updated 17 May 2017).

 

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