An Expression of Interest (Closed to Blink4288)

Miranda the Courtesan: An Expression of Interest (Closed to Blink4288)

The Advert...

Welcome to my web site.

I'm Miranda and I am 21 and a student. To help pay my way through university, and to satisfy my quest for unusual sexual situations, I have decided to become an escort, but no ordinary escort. I may be young, but I am experienced and rather mature for my age. To see how popular I am please read my review pages...

As I mentioned, I am no ordinary escort. If you wish to see me for an hour's casual fuck then I am definitely not the person for you. But if you have a fantasy that you wish to explore then please read on.

I am also truly bi-sexual.

Have you ever wanted a random encounter? There you are alone sipping coffee coffee when a young female approaches you and makes conversation. She then starts flirting with you, playing footsie before whispering in your ear that she would like to fuck you.

Have you ever wanted your daughter's friend to chat you up, or to respond to your advances, or a neighbour? Is there a family member you have dreamt off whilst alone in the shower or bed?. Have you ever wanted to flirt and fuck that female jogger you pass most times whilst out in the park? Ever wanted to commit adultery in your matrimonial bed, violating it whilst seducing or even coercing your cleaner?

Have you ever wondered about being with another female. Has the current 'popularity' of being bi-sexual intrigued your interest, and curious about sleeping with another female for the first time? Are you married, and find the idea of going out to get picked up off-putting? Yet still crave to explore the other side? Are you a couple, where the idea of a three some sexcites you? Or are you a female who experienced the delights of sapphic sex as a younger female, and reminisce about those encounters?

If so, maybe I am the person for you? I am experienced sexually and studied Drama at school, having partaking in numerous amateur productions. So I am confident and have an ability to act. The number of fantasies that I have helped explore is considerable. I have very few limits. I treat each fantasy request seperatly, and very few requests are refused, though it may be that I will suggest toning it down slightly.

Fantasies I have explored before include

"seducing' a younger niece
being a hotel maid
The neighbour
The visiting sales woman
The blackmailer's victim
The Blackmailer
The executive's PA
Stranger in the park
The Dominant Mistress
The school girl fantasy

For fantasies, often the attire of the woman can be an essential part. AS such please email me photos of any 'looks' you wish me to represent for our rendezvous...


About Me:

I am 21 and a curvy yet toned 5'2 with a 34B/C bust and a size 8, though my hips can be a 10. As such I am not a skinny girl but neither am I overweight, exercising regularly. I have brown curvy shoulder length hair and complementing brown eyes. I exercise regularly a combination of running, swimming and spin classes and the odd class to maintain some muscle definition. If you have a specific appearance, or hair colour, I have been known to dye my hair for a specific request though I will never trim my hair shorter than shoulder length.

Whilst I am not fully qualified, I have attended massage courses including Indian Head and basic sport therapy.

Gay bookings:

I had my first gay experience at the age of 18, and afterwards, realised that I had been sub-consciously curious much before then but never had the courage, conviction to admit it to myself. Society has changed in the last ten years, with society being more acceptable to wards at least bi-sexual females. From my own personal experience this must both arouse interest and yet cause confusion, frustration. "How do you meet like minded females?"

This is were I come in. I am prepared to meet you for a drink, either at a coffee house or a bar, and discuss your desires, your curiosities, and if we are both interested, we can then take it further. If you have second thoughts, then that is no problem either, though I will ask you to cover my expenses and offer an apology payment, which will be a third of our agreed price.

However, if you are sure about your requirements, then I can cater for those as well.

Please note that I have a full time position, and so only see 2-3 clients over a fortnight, mainly in the evening or Sunday afternoons. I do not work as a general rule on Saturdays. Whilst I have a normal job, if you book a day time appointment two weeks in advance, the chances are that I will be able to plan my work load around our appointment.



Services:

For the first timers, I will offer that loving seductive experience either at my apartment close to the city centre, or I will visit you at your home, though I will need to know your address before the day of the appointment. If you prefer a more neutral venue such as a hotel, please confirm the hotel, and room booking, to ensure my own safety.

If you are a more relaxed female, seeking something stronger, I will act out a role play, and have a wardrobe to assist in me doing so. Fantasies that I have helped with include the neighbour's daughter, (whist I am 21 I can pass of younger) or your secretary, or even role reversal and be your line manager. I even have a school uniform or two! I can be submissive but I prefer being assertive, even Dominant, and again I have a leather wardrobe to assist in these fantasies, including leather suits, boots as well as leather lingerie.

Please note that I do not judge peoples fantasies, though if I feel I cannot play the role you ask of me please do not be upset, though I will try and suggest an alternative that I am happy with. This is as much as a hobby as a job, remembering when I was accepting that I might be bi-sexual, and realise there are others out there with similar curiosities.

I offer a mix of a girl-friend style affection and mild porn star nymphomaniac approach. I will consider most services but sex will always be with a condom. I will offer oral with out and cum-in-mouth but that is at my discretion. I will entertain the idea of watersports as part of a specific fantasy but if this is your thing please give me prior warning as with any other fetishes youmay have. Whilst I am assertive I am not a true Domme. I will arrive freshly cleaned and showered. Please ensure the same.


Likes:

Sex
Oral with/without
swallowing/snow balling
Tie and tease
Role-play/fantasies
Mild BDSM
Striptease, dressing up/down

Dislikes

I will not do severe pain (on me or yourself s), blood, breath play and other similar risque situations.
Outdoor sex (I cannot risk being arrested for inproper behavior)


Fees:

My standard rate of out call is £175 per hour. A social meet first is £75, so meeting for coffee to discuss your requirements and then two hours would be £425.

However, my charges are not fixed in stone and again we can confirm the charges for my time. Longer bookings will carry discounts, third and subsequent hours at £120 an hour. A dinner date starting at 7 and finishing with breakfast at 9 am is £1200. More unusual requests will incur an extra payment of £250 to cover any other costs and 'rehearsal' time that will be required for me to act out your role suitably.

My fees are non- negotiable. Would you negotiate with your line manager for a reduction to your salary? I thought not!!

However, I have been known if a specific scenario intrigues me sufficiently; for me to alter my rates slightly. But that is at my discretion (and generally will apply to female clients but not exclusively).

Location.

I am based in North London (N14 Post code) but can travel anywhere within the M25; though any distance of more than 30 minutes will be for a three hour booking (including the social meet first).

For bookings outside the M25 please contact me with your location proposed duration of booking and your 'tip' to help cover both my travelling time and travel expenses.

How to Contact me:

All initial correspondence will be via email. Once we have established contact and that 'rapport' I will offer you my mobile number. In your initial email please tell me your fantasy, offering as much information as possible (but please do not send me a script) to help me determine whether I am the girl for your fantasy. Also please state the rough dates that you would like us to meet and where, (incall/outcall/your hotel).

When I have received your email I will contact you in return and we can discuss it from there.

Again thank you for taking the time to browse my pages.

Miranda

The First Email:


Hello Miranda,

I am, of course, contacting you out of interest of the services spoken of on your website. I will be upfront with you; I am not a young man, though I am not overly old either. I turned forty this year. I don’t know whether this is a usual age for a client for a woman your age, as I have never before now been a part of anything like this, but I shall leave it up to you whether you will accept my request.

The fantasy I bring to you has to do with my daughter, or rather her friend, both of whom are twenty years old. I had her quite young, dating her mother for several years beforehand and shortly breaking up with her after. I kept custody, however. The combination of being in a serious relationship for my late teens and being a father for the rest of my life has meant I never had random sexual encounter. This friend of my daughter, called Alice, who I mentioned has brought me to regret that, and suddenly crave one. Part of her appeal to me is that she is what I believe is called an emo, or a goth. Whether this trend existed during my youth, I do not know, but I have never seen anything like it, and am immensely attracted to it. She is rather slim and pale, and has some tattoos, which I understand is not something you could reasonably portray, but her long, black hair across her face would be more possible. Same with her makeup, which I believe is quite typical to this style. Her dress is also of particular interest to this fantasy of mine, generally dark, close-fitting dresses, elaborate stockings and leather boots. There is something about her which fills me with a longing I haven’t felt in my entire life.
So my proposal to you is to help me with this fantasy. I believe what I have written above outlines the general concept that I would like to pursue with you; a sexual encounter with my daughter’s gothic friend.

I eagerly await your reply,

Clint

Miranda's Reply

Hi Clint

Thank you for your enquiry, and I am certainly interested.

Firstly you didn't state when or where, or how long you would like to meet up. But as you know i am based in London and can travel within reason to see you. Where would you like our encounter to occur, your pace or a hotel?

I do not have a goth wardrobe as such though I can sure put together an attire that would resemble your desired look with a pair of doc Martins, 'goth' tights and a shortish skirt and a black vest top and jumper. I can also plait my longish hair. I do not have any tattoos but would be more than happy to invest in some tattoo 'stickers' and place a few around my body some on display others hidden from public view.

Depending on your preferences I ws picturing this....

One of us are alone in a local coffee house/finer when the other walks in. As they collect their order they join the other and d start chatting...

during which I see your glances at my cleavage , tattoo etc.. and slowly start to flirt with you...

As you respond to my flirts I suggest we go back to your house for a while.....

How does this sound?

If this is the sort of thing you are looking for, then my fee would be my standard rate of out call which is £175 per hour. A social meet first is £75, so meeting for coffee to flirt and then two hours would be £425.or £600 (3 hours) plus the Role play fee of £200 (Normally£250)

I would require some back ground information on her to allow me to fill her role and possibly some photo graphs of her attire.

I look forward to hearing from you, this is getting me aroused already...



Miranda

Hi again,

Sorry, I suppose I let the details of our actual meeting slip my mind; my mind was much too focussed on certain other details of it. Moving back to my place should work fine, as my house is located in Chelsea. Do you require an address at this point? As for when, my daughter is on a camping trip over the weekend starting in just under two weeks time. Is this too short notice or is it suitable?

Both your suggestions for outfit and scenario sound perfect. That clothing seems very much in alignment with what I had in mind, and any temporary tattoos that you could place on yourself would be a fantastic addition. The thought of those hidden from public has me particularly excited. I would appreciate it if you kept any details on the specifics of those tattoos from me, as I enjoy such things being a surprise.

Those prices are fine, though I would certainly like to make it three hours and 600 pounds.

As far as background information is concerned, she is quite confident and strong-willed, though certainly not aggressive. She can be flirtatious and is clearly aware of her body’s effects, though this might be exaggerated by my own thoughts. Below are several pictures I found from a search on the internet that are the kinds of things she would wear, though I am not expecting a one for one imitation. The last photo is similar to the more elaborate dresses she sometimes wears when going out.

http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/sexy-scene-emo-girls-22.jpg

http://s4.hubimg.com/u/1537819_f260.jpg

http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/15400000/Goth-Dress-gothic-15490367-273-500.jpg

Strangely enough, it was an anime picture that probably best encapsulated her style, if somewhat exaggerated, so I thought I'd include that.

http://i588.photobucket.com/albums/ss325/dbclub/goth/anime_dark_gothic_girl__019-1.jpg

This is everything I can think of off the top of my head, but if you are after more detail, or some specific, please ask.

Clint

Miranda's second reply...

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Hi Clint

thank you for your reply, and continued interest in acting out your Fantasy with me...

Firstly a couple of formality points.

The date, Saturday 21st April is good for me, and I have provisionally pencilled you in. An address would be needed as I will ensure that some one knows my where abouts that afternoon/evening for obvious security reasons.

Also my fee of an hour's social time plus three hours at your place is also subject to my "Role Play" one off fee. This will help off set any additional costs and time in preparing for the role. So the total fee will be £800.

However if you are interested, and as I feel a connection with you, I will offer you one of my 'special offers' the opportunity of an all nighter. From meeting you around 3pm till an early ish breakfast on the Sunday a flat rate of £1200. The times involved together with the role play fee would make this closer to £1600 normally... Please do not need to confirm this now, we can see how we both feel during the evening - if that makes sense.

I will also need the address of the local coffee house where we will 'accidentally' bump into each other. Your photo and description of attire on the day would be useful to help me identify you out and to act as how Alice would act. Does she call you Clint, Mr X or some other nick name she has for you?

I propose is that if you are there first, you can make eye contact when 'Alice' enters and as she purchases her drink she will ask to join you... (what is your daughter's name please?)

She will then converse and spot you looking and make some cheeky comment... that will lead to flirting on her behalf ( at times maybe blunt?) before she makes the first real moves...

How does this sound?

Hope to hear from you soon.....

Miranda

Clint's Third Email

Hi Miranda,

I’m glad to hear that the date works fine for you. My address is 86 Elm Park Rd, Chelsea. I know a small coffee house that is at the end of my road, where it meets Callow St. It is not difficult to find and should serve perfectly for our needs.

Thank you very much for your special offer. I will, of course, keep it very much in mind.

On the day I will be wearing a white shirt and grey three-piece suit. It is one that Alice has commented on before when she has been at the house when I arrive home from work; apparently I look ‘dapper’ in it. To make it more distinctive I’ll have a dark green tie on as well. I’ve attached a photo of myself to this email, which should be enough for you to recognise me.

Alice usually calls me Mr Lyons. I’ve asked her to call me by my first name, but she insists. I suppose I quite like it. My daughter’s name is Jennifer.
Your proposal sounds fantastic. I can’t describe to you how much it appeals to me. Needless to say, I am greatly looking forward to our meeting.

Clint

and the two shall meet....

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"Hi Mr Lyons

Thank you for your reply and your additional information...

I have found the coffee shop you mentioned on Google's Street-vew, looks rather lovely and upmarket

Unless I hear other wise, I will walk into the coffee shop around four. This will give you time to look 'dapper' and read your Times news paper as I enter....

I will look forward to meeting you...

Here is my mobile number, can I have yours in return please in-case there is an issue on the day such as tube disruptions... To maintain the role play there is no need to give me the money until we are at your place. However please find a moment to offer me the sealed unmarked envelop within ten minutes of entering your place.

See you soon

Miranda."

Miranda spend the next two weeks planning her attire. She told a few friends that she had been invited to a goth party, which would help explain the changes in hair colour albeit temporarily.

She found her old Doc Martin 12 holers and tried them on, before giving them a clean with black polish. She went and found a pair of tights/leggings, stripped with red and black. She also bought herself a cheapish darker red vest top and had a go at tie-dying it with black, which worked rather well for her first attempt. She also bought a tartan mini skirt, the main colours being black and red but with a few shades of whites and grey. Finally she bought a new V neck jumper from Camden Market, something that would complete her outfit, but was also suitable for her to wear else where. A deep maroon red in colour, the jumper had little 'black specks' as a pattern. The neckline was a Deep and Wide V, the sort of top, where the jumper would slide of her shoulder exposing the bra and vest top. She also sought out a deep purple bra and shorts set. Google was definitely Miranda's friend as she found herself a couple of sets of 'dragon transfer' tattoos.

Make up... She spent a while in Boots looking at make-up, getting some deep red and blacks eye mascara, liner as well as lip stick. She also got some blood red hair dye.....


Finally the Saturday arrived, as Miranda woke up, and headed out for her gentle run. Then followed a relaxing bath. Her flat was fortunate in that it had a small bath. Standing around 5'2 it was a suitable size for her, and and soon she immersed her self in hot water. There she relaxed, for a while sipping a cup of coffee listening to soem mellow music, Claire Martin, a UK Jazz singer. Finally she started to prepare her self. First she reached for her shaving brush and shaving cream, as she sat on the side of her bath, and lathered her pubic region. Then carefully she reached for her razor and started to shave herself, something she tried to do every fortnight if not every 7 days. She took her time taking care to go with the flow of hair first, before rinsing herself. Then she applied another layer of lather and shaved her self - but this time against the flow of hairs, allowing her to get a real close shave. Running her fingers over her handy-work, she rinsed herself and then proceeded to wash herself before she stood up, emptying the bath. With the Shower turned on, Miranda proceeded to rinse her body before drying her self.

She poured herself another coffee before she watched a couple of You-tube videos. Then armed with the red hair dye, she headed back to the bathroom, and started to create red high lights with the dye, taking care not to do too much damage to her hair with the dye or her bath room. Her aim was to get some high lights as well as the 'tips' of her hair... This took a while but finally she was happy with the results, and proceeded to wash and dry herself where needed.

Back into her bedroom, she found the transfers and started to apply them. Several where on on her shoulders, one on the back, the other on the opposite side on her front close to her clavicle bone. She then took the purple bra and inserted her arms, reaching round and securing it making a note of the bra cup. With the bra removed, she applied a transfer on her right breast so that it was partly covered by the cup of her bra.

Another was close to her navel and then she found a pair a of left/right facing dragoons. She placed then on either side of her clitoris looking inwards.... She then stood into the shorts, and pulled them up, making a note before applying the largest transfer she dared, on her buttock again partly covered by the deep purple shorts.

As her hair dried, she took several strands and started t o plait them resulting in her hair having 5 or 6 little plaits of hair with a couple of beads at the base. Next was the make up as she sat down and applied her make up, creating the 'dark gothic eye image' though she used some red as well blending it in with her fingers. Finally some red lipstick was applied as she kissed her lips, happy with her look. All she needed was her new from E-bay 'Goth Chocker' necklace, made from Black beads...

Finally dressed, she was ready and looked at the clock, 2pm. Armed with her over night bag, containing some 'normal clothes a couple of toys condoms and lube, she ventured outside... She knew she would be early but decided to spend an hour or so window shopping before meeting her client at around 4pm....

She changed at Earl's Court onto the District line, and headed towards Fulham Broadway. There she would walk up the Fulham road towards Chelsea and her rendezvous. She munched about the designer shops, enjoying some of the glances from either sexes, and dis-approved of the odd lecherous glance. It was a sunny but cool April afternoon, but Miranda was happy.... as she thought about the afternoon, and even possibly the evening....

Finally it was close to four, and so she reached for her Samsung smart-phone and the Map app, and soon started to walk down the side streets towards the rendezvous place, the local coffee house and an opportunity to refresh her memory of his photo..

As she approached, she stopped and turned to face a window, and adjusted her tops to ensure that her cleavage was exposed together with her shoulder, specifically the tattoo on both the shoulder and the one obscured in part by her top and jumper. Happy with her appearance, being provocative, she entered the coffee house looking around as she did so. The place was reasonably busy, but she soon saw him as she approached the counter..

"A cappuccino please... and a piece of that brownie please..." pointing to the selection she wanted..."I'll be right back..."

With that Miranda turned and walked over to her client "Hi Mr Lyons I'm just getting myself a coffee can I get you anything ?"

Miranda's face was bristling with a warmth friendly confidence. She felt that this would be a good session, a good fuck.....

With a deep exhale, Clint leaned back in his chair, having just read the latest of Miranda’s emails. He still could barely believe he was going to go through with this; that he even had the guts to begin with. Still, there was no going back now, nor did he want to; the thought of his upcoming encounter with ‘Alice’ had him more excited than he could remember being. He loved being Jennifer’s father, but he had longed for the kind of adventurous, erotic encounter that Miranda’s services offered.

That was not to say that he had remained single throughout his parenthood. He was an attractive man – if anything he heard at work was to be believed, though flattery to those above you in the hierarchy was hardly uncommon – and his job as a high-earning partner in a large law firm no doubt added to his appeal, so he had dated his fair share of women. Jennifer, thankfully, had been supportive about it, rather than being snide to any women he brought to meet her. But for whatever reasons – perhaps he spent too much time at work – none of these relationships had lasted very long. At least his nights with them had been enough to keep him going sexually. That is, until he met Alice.

It had been a Saturday night, about a year ago, and he had gotten a phone call from his daughter, who had drunk too much, asking for him to pick her up from a party. Clint could only smile; she had assured him that she would not drink that night and would drive her own car home. When he had arrived at the party, Jennifer had hopped in and asked him whether her friend could come too. He had, of course, said yes, and she had called her friend into the car. Clint, looking through the rear-view mirror, was instantly attracted to her. That strange, alluring make-up and incredible network of tattoos – normally something he disapproved off, or at least he’d tell as much to Jennifer – combined perfectly with her shapely body which perfectly fitted into a short, black corset dress. Turning around and meeting those eyes, made seemingly bigger and brighter by her make-up, he offered to drop her at her place. Alice replied that it was ages away and his place was fine. He spent most of that night with the thought of her stuck in his head. When he saw her the next morning casually standing in the kitchen in her bra and panties, saying that her dress was too uncomfortable for morning and she didn’t like anything of Jennifer’s, he knew that this was a fantasy that would not be subsiding shortly.

Returning to the email, he copied the number into his phone and typed a short text, not seeing the point in sending an email purely to give his number:

“Hello Miranda. It’s Clint. This is, obviously, from the number you were after. Everything sounds great; the 21st can’t come fast enough.”

On Friday, Clint spent some a couple of hours tidying the house. It was not messy to begin with; as it was a nice, spacious house which he thought deserved to be kept respectable. He told Jennifer, who was getting ready for her trip, that he was preparing for a meeting with some clients he was inviting over. She offered to help, but he firmly refused her; it didn’t seem right for her to help him with something like this.

Finally Saturday came. He began his day routinely, starting by exercising. He knew he was getting on, but he refused to get out of shape any time soon. He then had a strong coffee, thinking ahead to the afternoon’s meeting, suddenly unsure what to do with the preceding portion of the day. He decided to start by going outside and cleaning his car. He knew he was being narcissistic; he hated guys that tried to impress people with their cars, but he got his Porshe Panamera shining nonetheless. Shaking his head at himself, he walked inside; did he really hope to impress a woman he was paying?

After a shower, Clint shaved and studied himself in the mirror. He was not the pretty boy he had once been, but the last few years had given him a rugged, well-built appearance. Deciding to dress and see how his outfit looked, he pulled on some dark briefs, followed by the grey trousers. A plain white shirt followed, then a suitable striped dark green tie from his wide array of the things. Luckily a grey suit worked with most colours. Last he pulled on the grey waistcoat and jacket that matched the pants. Looking at himself, he decided it would do fine. It was one of his best suits and, though again he hated to sound vain, he thought he looked somewhat handsome in it, distinguished.

Taking off the jacket, waistcoat and tie, he relaxed for the remainder of his free time, easing the nerves he had felt earlier by reading, and only making a short business call. When the time came, he spiffed himself up once more and headed out. He could walk to the coffee house easily enough, but he decided to take the car instead; it would be better for coming back.

Parking outside, he checked his watch as he entered. It was 3:30. That was fine; he wanted to be hear when ‘Alice’ arrived and didn’t know how sharp about it she’d be. He ordered a cappuccino, normally a bit too weak for his taste, but he was in the mood for one, and sat down with the newspaper he had picked up. Though his adrenaline was pumping, he felt more at ease that he would have thought. A little later, when he had drained his beverage, he caught a glimpse of red and black in the corner of his eye. For a crazy moment, as he looked up, he thought that Alice herself had walked into the house. The woman walking toward the counter dressed as if she had raided her wardrobe. Though that was of course the idea of the encounter, he was surprised, and stirred, at just how accurate the depiction was. She was of similar height and age to Alice, with seemingly the same demeanour, though her cleavage was fuller amongst other differences. As she turned to make her order, Clint admired her short tartan skirt, her polished boots and, to his shock, a dragon tattoo on her shoulder that was remarkable similar to the snake that was tattooed over Alice’s. Had he told her about that?

As she walked toward him, he felt another rush of adrenaline rush through him. His eyes were torn with what to look at; the movement of her breasts with that tattoo creeping so provocatively from her top, the shape of her athletic legs as they walked toward him, or her stunningly beautiful face with those eyes locked on him. This version of Alice was certainly shapelier than the Alice he knew, but if there was a better difference to be had, he didn’t know what it was.

With an inward curse, he realise he was already staring, causing him to answer a little later than what would be the norm. “Hey Alice. Nice to see you. Another cappuccino would be great.”

He looked up and smiled at that beautiful girl looking at him. He hadn’t doubted that Miranda would be attractive, but wow.

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Alice leant in before she returned to the counter and joked... "Mr Lyons... you look as if you haven't seen a girl for 18 months, put your eyes back in your sockets PULLLLLEAZZEEEE!"

With that she quickly kissed his cheek... "One Cappuccino it is"

She returned to the counter and opened her bag retrieving her purse to pay the barista girl, giving her a quick look over... "Cute" she thought to herself.

She took the tray and returned to the table where Mr Lyons was sitting, having folded away his newspaper...

"Hope you don't mind me joining you?! Alice enquired as she sat down opposite Mr Lyons, and placed his coffee in front of him, replacing the empty cup with the full one. She took her cup and brownie and started to eat on the brownie taking a small bite..

"So been to work? I do love you in that suit, you look very dapper in it I must say"

Clint watched Miranda – no Alice, he corrected himself – as she walked back to the counter. Again he wandered at the perfection of her behind in that miniskirt and the strange allure he felt from that tattoo. He ran a hand through his short brown hair as he thought of the possibilities of the next few hours; he thought that this was the smartest money spending of his life.

“Not at all,” he said when she returned, in reply to her enquiry to sit, inclining his head toward the seat opposite him. He needn’t have bothered, as she had already slipped between the table and chair and seated herself. Thanking her, he raised the cup she had placed in front of him and took a sip. Truth be told, he hardly tasted the coffee; he was much too focused on Alice.

Placing his cup back on the table, he smiled at her use of the word; it was a nice touch. “You’re too kind, Alice. Yes, I was at work earlier. You’re quite an eyeful yourself.” He gratefully took the opportunity to allow his eyes to lower across her body, her seductive cleavage quickly stealing his gaze.

Bringing his eyes back to her, he asked, “So how are things with you, Alice?”

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"You’re quite an eyeful yourself.”

Alice smiled at that complement.... "Thank you Mr Lyons, though how would Jennifer react to you flirting with one of her friends... after all you are older .. just than my old man....."

Alice took a sip of her coffee, knowing his eyes were upon on.... "Anyone would think you are trying to get into my knickers Mr Lyons!", the teasing and obvious smile showed that Alice was just flirting, teasing with her friend's father...

“So how are things with you, Alice?”

Knowing that Alice was a t college, and remembering her days at the sixth-form and an undergraduate, she started to make small talk, talking about a fictional boyfriend, her family and general life issues regarding headlines in the news. Alice as she chatted maintained eye contact with Mr Lyons, and every now and then would move in a manner that would allow her jumper to slide from her shoulder exposing the tattoo and her purple bra strap. A minute or so later, she would use her left o r right hand to pull the jumper back onto her shoulder. Each time she was aware that she was having her desired effec on Mr Lyonst.

After 5-10 minutes of idle conversation, her brownie finished as well as her coffee, she turned the tables around...

"So Mr Lyons, what about you? I gather your currently single at the moment? Any one on the horizon; apart from me that is?" Giggling at her tease.

"Anyone would think you are trying to get into my knickers Mr Lyons!" She teased, with a flirtatious smile.

That comment got to him alright; he could feel himself hardening, his manhood straining furiously against the material of his pants. Her face was so sweet and innocent, and yet her words were pure seduction, even if it was only a tease. Something about Alice being so brazen with him – after so long of her being the object of his fantasies – was incredibly hot.

Thankful for the table obscuring her vision of him, he replied with a smile and an intentionally off-hand manner, “Only an obvious observation.”

Throughout their proceeding small talk, he admired her. Not just her appearance – though he spent no small amount of time appreciating that – but also the quality of her small talk. It did indeed seem as if he had run into Jennifer’s friend.

At the mention of a boyfriend, Clint raised his sky blue eyes to meet hers, pulling them away from the irresistible glimpse that her latest movement had given him; the exposure of the tattoo decorating the swell of her breast never failed to draw his eye. “He must be a very lucky young man then.”

“I gather your currently single at the moment? Any one on the horizon; apart from me that is?"

“You gather that, do you?” He smiled, placing his own finished coffee on the table between them. “What gave me away? But yes, I am single, with no one in particular on the horizon” Resting his arms on the surface of the table, he leaned forward. “Why do you ask? Your boyfriend might not approve.”

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“Only an obvious observation.”

Alice smiled and ignored that comment, for the short term at least. He was hot flustered, almost certainly aroused. She has experienced numerous older and younger men for that matter eye her up, often too much with their lecherous gazes. On more than one occasion, she had wanted to approach the guy to see if how they would react if she returned their 'come on' looks with some action. Deep down she knew most men would run a while, but had never carried it out - in case they had not run away..

How could she create that effect Alice pondered.

“Why do you ask? Your boyfriend might not approve."

Alice smiled as Mr Lyons spoke, her reply forming instantaneously in her head...

"And how would Jennifer react if she found out you fucked her friend hard and proper....!" Alice paused with a wry flirtatious smile before she continued....

"I've never chatted up, or been chatted up by a guy in a suit before; yet alone one in a three piece suit; who happens to be old enough to be my father....!"

Alice winked softly with her right eye as she finished speaking, her legs moving under the table to trap one leg of her client's with a scissor movement, but then kept her legs still as they gently pressed against his.

"Maybe some times extreme opposites attract Mr Lyons, what do you think?" Again Alice paused deliberately almost staring at Mr Lyons... "As to my Boyfriend,Why would you want to tell him?"

With that Alice leant back into the chair smiling devilishly..

“And how would Jennifer react if she found out you fucked her friend hard and proper…!”

If Clint hadn’t already been aroused enough, he certainly was now. Many years ago now, he had taken one of the wilder women he ever dated on holiday with him. During a long train journey she had whispered in his ear that she wanted him right then. As he had bent her over the basin of the first class bathroom, hiking her skirt up above her waiting ass, he had been harder and more aroused than he had been in his entire life. With that single sentence from Alice, she had caused him to far surpass it.

As she finished speaking, Clint felt her legs close around his, the close-fitting tights that she wore only thinly veiling the supple touch of her against him. So turned on was he by this point, he was surprised that she didn’t feel him, since his shaft now extended a good way down the leg of his pants.

“Maybe some times extreme opposites attract Mr Lyons, what do you think?”

Clint watched her across the table as that seductress’s smile spread across her beautiful lips. God, he wanted this woman, and he didn’t bother to hide it. He was still leaning forward on the table, making the temptation to look down at the crevice of her cleavage almost irresistible, but he kept his eyes on hers all the same. He wandered whether it was her gothic make-up or her eyes’ natural colour that made them so captivating. Probably both, he decided.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile as he replied. “I think you might be onto something with that, Alice.” While he spoke, he moved one hand from the table, sliding it underneath its surface to run gently over her leg where it was pressed against his. “Because the truth is, I wanted you the first night I saw you.” Her legs felt as good to his touch as he had hoped since he saw her across the room. Letting his gaze drop to her red lips, he wandered whether other things would feel as good as he hoped.

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"I wanted you the first night I saw you.”

"I know Mr Lyons;" Alice smiled as she felt his hand on her thigh and placed her hand on top of his.

"I have seen your glances Mr Lyons, like now, looking at my cleavage, or my red lips imagining them around your hard cock as I swallow your cum....."

Alice lent in closer and whispered close to his ear.

"And besides, I have become intrigued with the idea of seducing you, and seducing you on the bed where I seduced your daughter Mr Lyons."

Miranda had no idea if Alice was bi or even Jennifer. But the spontaneous idea sent a ripple down her spine, and thought she saw him briefly choke on his own breath. After all she has been actively bi-sexual since her latter teens.

"Why don't we go for a walk Mr Lyons, after all I have no specific plans for this evening.... Do you?"

Clint’s eyes widened as the beautiful women in front of him gave words to the thoughts that had been running through his head. He had indeed been wandering how those crimson lips would be wrapped around his thick shaft; how it would feel to release his cum down her throat. He couldn’t recall whether that particular service was one that she provided, but it seemed unlikely not to be so, at least on occasions, now that she mentioned it herself. It seemed yet another of his desires may be fulfilled tonight.

“And besides, I have become intrigued with the idea of seducing you, and seducing you on the bed where I seduced your daughter Mr Lyons.”

Now there was something that he hadn’t expected her to say. His vision was suddenly filled with a shockingly vivid image of Alice writhing on a bed with a glimpse of Jennifer’s blond hair between her legs. The thoroughly confusing vision, even if made up, nearly sent him into a coughing fit. Truth be told, he had at times had that very suspicion. Jennifer had been no stranger to dating in her late teens, and had had several boyfriends during that time. But since meeting Alice, with whom she often spent the night, she had made no mention of any potential boyfriends. It was not something that Clint had pried into; if she was ready to tell him something, she would so in her own time.

“Why don’t we go for a walk Mr Lyons, after all I have no specific plans for this evening…. Do you?”

“If I did, they would be cancelled by now.” Clint got to his feet and stepped to Alice’s side. After her unabashed flirting, she seemed even more attractive now than she had before. With a smile, he offered her his arm. He had always been one for chivalry, and Alice’s devilishness made her no exception. “Shall we?”

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As Mr Lyons stood up, Alice glanced at his crutch, and saw what appeared to be a large bulge, probably hiding a semi-hard on. She smiled.

"Shall we?"

"OF course!" Alice stood up and took his arm as she reached for her shoulder bag, and followed him out of the coffee house, into a sun filled residential street.

She let her client lead, as she had no idea exactly where he lived.

Her mind was active though debating what should she do next. She felt an urge to snog him in the street but decided not to. she also had to find Jennifer's room, and seduce him there on his daughter's bed.

A wicked thought.....

Clint led Alice a little way up the street, noticing the glances passers-by were giving them. He wasn’t sure whether these were of surprise of the age difference between them, or such looks were simply what Alice dealt with wherever she happened to go. Shortly they came to where his expensive black Porshe was parked. He suspected that wealth was not rare in her customers, but felt a little pride in the luxuriousness of the vehicle nonetheless.

“Care to take a shortcut?” he asked, coming to a stop in front of the car. “That is, assuming you have a destination in mind for this walk.” Being in public with this woman was great, but he couldn’t wait to have her in privacy, even if only the semi-privacy of his car. “Or we can carry on, on foot.”

Taking the keys out of his pocket and unlocking it, he opened the door of the passenger seat. He held the door open to her and looked over at Alice. Against the backdrop of grey coat-bearing pedestrians, her attire stood out to him more than ever. He wandered at that remark she had made about seducing him on the bed she’d seduced Jennifer. Was implying that she’d seduced Jennifer in his bed, or that she intended to seduce him on hers? Clint wasn’t sure which he found more shocking.

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Miranda stopped as she heard the central locking activate on the Porsche.

Miranda was not one for sporty cars. She was, is a believer that 'show of cars' are an extansion of a man's penis or often in lieu of...

“Or we can carry on, on foot.”

She smiled and cupped his bulge in public....

"I don't think you need the services of a penis extension to impress me Mr Lyons, after all it is a sunny afternoon, lets walk please.....2

Alice Paused...

"Unless you find the idea of walking with a young goth in the street intimidating?"

With that she tip toed and kissed his cheek briefly"

“I don’t think you need the services of a penis extension to impress me Mr Lyons”

Clint gasped as he felt her hand press against his not-very-subtle bulge. In reaction to her touch, his cock throbbed and strained harder against his pants. Over her shoulder, he looked to see if anyone had noticed her scandalous behaviour, but everyone seemed to be passing by oblivious. He never knew he had a thing for erotic touching in public, but his body was begging to differ. Why had he never tried anything like this before?

“Unless you find the idea of walking with a young goth in the street intimidating?”

He smiled as he felt her soft lips on his cheek. “Intimidating? No. Embarrassing?” He glanced down his pronounced bulge, repositioning his jacket to make it less obvious. “A little.”

Regardless, he swung the door shut and locked it once more. As he stepped back to Alice’s side, he slipped his arm around her waist. He couldn’t help marvelling at the form of her through the fabric of her jumper as he set off at a casual pace down the street.

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"Tell me please Mr Lyons... when was the last time you had sex... and more importantly when did you last cum over your fingers?"

Alice walked with Mr Lyons in his arms, aware of a little side street looming and a wicked idea forming in her head.

"Tell me please Mr Lyons... when was the last time you had sex... and more importantly when did you last cum over your fingers?"

One would think that he’d be used to her forward remarks by now, but he was caught off guard once more.

“It would have been with my last girlfriend, three or four months ago. You might remember her; Susan, the Italian women. She came to stay at the house for a couple of weeks.” Of course she would have no idea who he was talking about – an exotic brunette he had met overseas – but by this point he had just about convinced himself that it was the real Alice beside him.

“As for over my fingers…” He trailed off for a moment, very aware of the people passing them by. “About a week ago…” He glanced sideways at her. “…Over you.”

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“About a week ago…” He glanced sideways at her. “…Over you.”

Alice smiled...

"and where did you imagine cumming Mr Lyons? Over My breasts, at the back of my throat or deep inside my young cunt?"

Before her client was able to reply, she made a small detour up some side alley which lead into some exclusive mews, once the back entrance for these grand houses where the carts, horses were kept, now converted into discrete residential apartments.

Away from prying eyes Miranda pushed her client back agasint the wall.

"Well Mr Lyons, I suspect that now you are so aroused, you would be the ten second wonder and at least five of those seconds will be faked.!"

With that Alice unzipped his trousers as her star caught his.

Slowly she pit her hand into ehis flys feeling his erection. she started to stroke him through his underwear, cupping his balls.... stroking his shaft as much as she could...

"Cum for me please Mr Lyons. I want to feel your cum, the warmth, the stickiness of it... Cum for me..."

Alice continued to caress his balls, and stroke his shaft as muh as she could within the confines of his trousers.

It didn't take much.....

"And where did you imagine cumming Mr Lyons?

He opened his mouth to answer – it had been inside her pussy, of course, imagining her young pussy tight around his shaft – when Alice pulled him into a side alley. He looked questioningly at her, raising an eyebrow, then felt her push him against the wall. Realisation dawned on him. Staring down, Clint watched as the gorgeous woman’s hands worked their way into his trousers, even the slightest contact with them feeling incredible against his manhood. His gaze went to hers, his eyes burning with desire for her.

"Cum for me please Mr Lyons. I want to feel your cum, the warmth, the stickiness of it... Cum for me..."

His words had almost as much an effect on him as her hand. His cock was throbbing overwhelmingly at the feel of her hands on it.

“Fuck, Alice…” He was breathing harder, rapidly approaching the brink of cumming. Placing his hands on her sides, he trailed them up her body, slightly riding up the jumper she wore. They reached the breasts that he had been the object of stares for the entire encounter and he could feel the swell of them underneath his hands. “You’re going to make explode.”

Sure enough, before long he reached that blissful state of pleasure; the culmination of the arousal he had felt during the short portion of their encounter so far and the fantasies he had about it in the preceding week. His hands dropped to his sides as every muscle in his body clenched. He came hard, jet after of jet of his hot cum spurting from the head of his cock and against the hands that stroked it.

As the heavenly sensations subsided, he let his head fall back against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment. “Wow.” He said simply and unthinkingly.

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Alice smiled as she felt his hands on her sides under her jumper as her fingers continued to stroke his cock through his underwear, inside the trousers of his three piece suit..

“You’re going to make explode.”

"That is my intent Mr Lyons, get your first cum over with. We both know you wont last.... but doing it now will give you some recovery time. After all I want your hard juicy fat cock up my cunt, My Lyons. I want you to show me how the maturer male will pleasure me". Her voice was husky, sleezy, Alice smiled as her fingers continued stroking him; playing with him within the confines of his trousers...

Suddenly Alice felt his body tighten, his balls tense, before with a low moan he started to shot his cum within his pants, or over the waist band, making a slight mess of his suit. Alice continued to stroke, milking as much of his cum as she could, his undergarment now saturated with his warm sticky cum.

"Wow" was his response, as he collapsed; leaning against the white washed wall behind him his arms falling limp. Finally Alice removed her fingers and as provocatively as she could she licked, sucked each one tasting his salty cum, smiling with her crimson red lips.

"I counted to about twelve before you came Mr Lyons," lightly mocking him, "so my guess wasn't far off....."

Her fingers cleaned, she zipped him up and pressed his suit against his subsiding bulge, making the trousers slightly damp from his sticky cum....

"mmmmm would love a glass of a Chilled Rose now Mr Lyons, even sparkling Rose...... Do you have any or do we need to but some as we finish the walk?"

Alice stood back and turned to face the street offering him her arm.....

"Let's go"