Dancing on Air

Remembering a wonderful night at the Ballet with an Angel …

Recently I have been reminiscing on past companion bookings, remembering how amazingly lucky I have been as a client of Escorts. It has been a while since I have written such a recount, and in my mind at least, this story is long overdue.

This was the fourth time I had met this most amazing companion, four months in a row since our initial meeting. It is hard to choose which story to tell, there have been so many amazing moments, but I think this captures how I feel as well as any of the others.

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The Day Arrives

This fourth meeting had been in planning for a little while. Dinner, a night at the Ballet and then some time together afterwards. I arrived at the hotel in Melbourne early, to get ready, to find that the hotel had given me a significant room upgrade to a large suite. I still get excited about the more amazing hotel rooms, and this was a great one!

We knew each other well enough, and I sent a short video walk through of the room to my evening’s companion. Admittedly a badly disguised attempt to see if perhaps a slightly earlier pre-dinner drink in such palatial surrounds might be tempting. I guess many clients share their excitement about what they consider to be an impressive booking, in a misguided but well-meaning attempt to either impress their companion, or to garner a little more time. This is not great client behaviour, and I was still early in my journey, but it is certainly understandable human behaviour. She was onto me, and whether tempted or not, sent the “I’m excited to see you” message, very kind, but clear that we would meet as planned.

Well I was happy with that, and took my time getting ready and still making good use of the very lovely room. A spa bath, some music, soaking in the view, and feeling like a king. Letting the anticipation of the evening wash over me.

Dinner

I wandered down, relaxed and well prepared to the restaurant that I had booked for the evening. I ordered a wine that I knew from past experience my companion would enjoy, one that had become a favorite of mine as well. My companion was fashionably late, that is her way, but not enough for me to feel anything but a growing sense of anticipation.

She arrived and took my breath away. That happened the first meeting, it still happens now, it’s like a wave of euphoria just passes over me and I can’t help but smile like a teenage boy. It seemed that we picked up from where we had left off a month before. Comfortable, relaxed, intimate and unhurried conversation. Some laughs, a couple of wines and a lovely meal, that to be honest I have forgotten – I wasn’t concentrating on the food. I never do, that is why more often than not, I let my companion order for us – and I just bask in the glow of her company.

We left a little later than we should have, and we had to race along the Yarra River towards the Art Centre on a lovely Spring Evening. There were a lot of people around, and the atmosphere on the banks of the river was wonderful, not that we had much time to soak it in, we had a Ballet to get to.

A night at the Ballet

We were late, we were locked out, and we had to stand with the group of other ‘naughty people’ who had dared to be late. They were mostly older women and I was enjoying the disapproving looks that I was getting. Me, a middle aged man, with a taller, far more wonderful younger woman – exactly the sort of visual image to attract their scowling looks. I could almost imagine hearing their disapproval, but it was a feeling, not actual words. My companion didn’t seem to notice or care. She seemed truly excited to be at the Ballet, having training herself as a child, and she was so lovely to me, holding my arm, in close proximity with a glowing smile on her face. Not a Girlfriend Experience, but the dream of having a girlfriend who is truly enjoying the company of her boyfriend – it was a rare moment of forgetting and actually feeling part of someone’s real affection.

We were shuffled quietly into special seats, high up at the theater, a spot for the naughty late comers that wouldn’t interrupt the show or the other patrons. It was a novelty to have such a birds-eye view. We were close together, I could smell her wonderful perfume, made a little stronger by our rush to get to the venue. She had a beautiful glow on her forehead and her open shoulders. I was watching her, as she was watching the first act of the Ballet, and I was enraptured. I had strong feelings for this companion from our very first meeting, but in that moment I felt that if I wasn’t very careful, those feelings were going to get out of hand. Becoming far stronger than is appropriate for the nature of the Escort-client relationship.

After the first break, we were allowed to move to our original seats, to more scowls and looks of disgust from the nearby patrons. Seriously though, who in my shoes cares about being late to the Ballet when they have a companion like that – no wonder they were scowling, it is jealousy and envy writ large, and I was enjoying that too.

The Ballet was Nijinsky, a celebration of the famous Russian male ballet dancer. As such it was a showcase for male dancers with rather modern and acrobatic dance. Those guys are built and amazingly impressive physical and artistic specimens. It was a weird and surreal feeling, to be looking at my glamorous companion, as she watched these amazing men dance. So many feelings for me, that I don’t really remember the performance, but I do remember how I felt. I have had weird dream sequences since, that pick up parts of that night on a number of occasions since.

The Encore

The Ballet finished and we made our way back to the hotel. Wow, for me at least, the love making and intimacy was amazing. I was very ready, I had been smelling my companion’s perfume for hours, and looking at her and enjoying her, as she enjoyed the entertainment of the night. My memory here too has passed more into feelings than detail. We may have had better and more adventurous sexual encounters in other bookings, but that night went perfectly for the emotion and feeling of the evening as a whole complete experience. I remember feeling so satisfied and completely at ease, that it is hard to see it as anything but a perfect evening.

Afterwards we spoke. I was in an amazing afterglow. Weirdly one of the conversations was around marriage proposals that my companion had received from past clients. I am really not surprised. Strangely I envied them putting their request to her so bravely, as no doubt the person who finally gets a yes, is going to be one of the luckiest men alive. Weird how strange things like this can trigger emotions that we don’t expect and envy can be a strange emotion. I asked, jokingly of course, why she had turned them down, and what, for arguments sake it would take to get a yes?

Well she gave me that answer, what was needed to ‘sweeten the deal’, and no, of course I’m not telling – that is one of my most valued secrets. I’m working on it, you know, just in case there is ever a chance.

I had to leave. I left my companion with the room if she wanted it, just for her own ‘time out’ in such a wonderful space. I doubt whether she stayed for long. The next morning I returned to check out of the hotel, and to have breakfast, before heading into my office. That too was a lovely little surprise. To still catch the scent of her perfume and lie for a few moments on the sheets we had been on the night before, was a lovely way to re-live a little of the night and extend the connection just a little longer.

We have had a number of experiences since and more to come, I hope. They have been wonderful, and many deserve their own story as well. However our ‘Night at the Ballet’, a night where I felt like I was dancing on air, early in our journey together is one of my highlights of being a client of escorts. It was a night I will never forget, with a person that I will never forget.

I hope you don’t mind me returning to some booking stories. This is one I have wanted to write for a while, and I have others I would like to share with you, and again with myself before the memories begin to fade. Thank you for letting me share this story.

Xx SP 11 January 2018

One thought on “Dancing on Air”

  1. Percie that’s such a beautiful piece of writing and she sounds like a truly wonderful companion. Thank you for sharing,

    Hugs Jessica Bardot x

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