Laura First Meeting Foxworthy Executive Inn
OK I admit it, I use escorts. Lots and lots of escorts. While visiting Vancouver I was looking and stumbled upon an agency named Foxworthy. They provided escorts, not hookers, they referred to themselves as an escort agency, they provided paid escorts. Not a street-walkers, but paid escorts.
I had another big company dinner I had to go to and again no date. With nothing to do as I bided my time; I looked at Laura’s picture in The Georgia Straight, Foxworthy ad. I read and reread her ad a hundred times.
"Escorts by Foxworthy, need an escort call now and book a lovely friendly escort to accompany you to that function you dread. Don't go alone pick up the phone." It seemed to be talking just to me, so I fantasized about the lovely Laura as I admired her picture one more time.
The more I thought on it the more the idea intrigued me, after lunch, I called, getting an answer machine telling me to leave a number, and they'd get back to me. I left my number and then tried to get it out of my mind so I could get some work done. By the time they returned my call I was already back at my hotel room and had almost given up hope. I found myself nervous as I talked to the woman on the phone, yet she was very pleasant and did her best to calm me down. I told her what I was looking for and that my escort had to fit in with the parameters of a black-tie business dinner. Now, to my disbelief, I now had my 'date' for the evening. Faster than ordering pizza.
I hate to put myself down, but to be honest, I would not call myself homely by anybody's standards but I was not good looking and I realize this was not the main reason I have so much trouble with women in the past. I know, as Carol had pointed out to me that I could never love or be loved. Thus, I am grateful there are escorts so I do not have to go to functions alone. So here I was waiting for my ‘order a date,’ which I'd bought and paid for. Even after paying I was still nervous. So nervous I could feel the sweat running down my spine. Something about meeting an escort for the first time.
I met her in the lounge of the hotel and it felt exciting to meet Laura, I just hoped she was as good as her photos in the paper. I was not disappointed!
I was the only guy wearing a tuxedo in the bar so she had no problem picking me out of the crowd. She came up to me with the nicest smile anyone had ever given me. I introduced myself and I put out my hand; she wrapped my arm around her waist and reached up to kiss my cheek. She therefore took my awkward move and turned it into a romantic gesture just as graceful as a swan. She told me to call her Laura and I figured it must be an alias, it wasn't until later, I found out that was her real name. She was beautiful, but plain, and innocent in a certain way. But there was that smile, it was the kind that could brighten a room. She did look amazing in her blue dress and I was very happy with what I had arranged as she modeled for me and everyone else in the lounge.
We stayed for a drink and to get a chance to know one another, I was surprised how easy she could draw conversation out of me. I then slid over her donation in an envelope. I guess she was so at ease she had a way of relaxing me as well pulling the donation to her. It wasn't until we were at the dinner that I realized our talking had allowed her to put together a mental database for us to use as dinner conversation with the other guests. Laura took a night of rubber chicken and stale speeches and turned it into a night of magic and mystery. As it turned out, the night I had been dreading for weeks was now ending too soon thanks to her, I had enjoyed myself and I know she had impressed my investor dinner companions.
After dinner, they had a ballroom set up with a live band for dancing and cocktails for all. I hadn't planned to attend that part of the evening but Laura said it sounded like fun so off we went to the ballroom. You can add dancing to the list of things I'm socially inept at but with Laura in my arms, I felt like I was gliding on the dance floor. If we weren't dancing, someone would ask her to dance. I was impressed when she would refuse as if being away from me for just the length of a song would be too long. I felt special and it had been a long time since I felt special. We stayed until the band shut down and I heard 'last call' just as they do in the movies.
Once in the car I asked her where I could take her, she hesitated, leaned over, kissed me, and then asked me if I would take her to my place. At first, I was in complete shock and then I remembered I was with a professional and if she was coming with me she was coming for sex, it just meant more money for her. I'm sure it wasn't my first faux pas of the night but I do know it was my biggest as I asked her how much it would cost me. When I looked over and saw her crying, I knew I had really messed up. I told her how sorry I was and tried to convince her that I wasn't insensitive, just ignorant. I was so surprised when she reached over and kissed me again. She said she deserved what I asked, but then went on to inform me that the escort part of our date was over, and now it was just a date.
Once in my suite she took the lead, as she knew she must. Although this was not my first time with a escort I was still too shy with this young thing, as I misread her once. I sat on my bed as she undressed in front of me. Not a strip teases but still slow and sensuous and as I looked at her nakedness, I became greatly aroused. Once down to her dainty garters, and stockings, she started on me, kissing me as she undressed me. I was in total humiliation as I ejaculated as soon as she grasped my penis but she seemed at ease with this and as she cleaned my issue with a Kleenex, she told me to relax; I would be hard again soon. She then took her garters and stockings off and we lay together kissing and rubbing our bodies against one another. It didn't take long for me to be erect again and once she put a condom on my member, she mounted me, sliding me inside her with ease. With her hands on my shoulders holding her up, she stared into my eyes as she slowly rode me. She anticipated my climax and smiled at my satisfaction as she offered me her breast as I came again. Laura spent the night and we made love many more times each one better that the previous.
In the morning as she showered, I ordered us a simple breakfast and as we ate, she told me her story. I simply came out and asked her why she was here with the likes of me. Laura told me I reminded her of her first boyfriend, shy and somewhat awkward but with a good heart. It seems that was not enough for her back then and she left him with a broken heart to find someone better. She said she found better looking and more suave, but none with a heart as pure. After searching, she realized what she really wanted was her first love but now he had someone else and was happy again. It seemed to her that love was currently lost to her and as she ambled from romance to romance, some how she just ended up in the escort business. Laura said as soon as she saw me standing in the bar nervous as a boy at his first prom; she could tell my heart was pure. It was then she knew I was special, just as now I felt special next to her.
She joined me in the walk of shame her in her blue dress, me dressed in a suit, she accompanied me to the airport. I stopped at a bank machine pulling out as much as I could to give to her. She reluctantly took my offering and asked if she would see me again.
It is so hard to believe that night was over and how much my life has changed since then. Laura and I spend 6 months meeting her once a month; just being with her has given me so such more confidence than I've ever had. So many changes in my life since we've been together. As for Laura, not sure where she ended up. I just know my adventures with her was more than I expected. So many more to come.
OK I admit it, I use escorts. Lots and lots of escorts. While visiting Vancouver I was looking and stumbled upon an agency named Foxworthy. They provided escorts, not hookers, they referred to themselves as an escort agency, they provided paid escorts. Not a street-walkers, but paid escorts.
I had another big company dinner I had to go to and again no date. With nothing to do as I bided my time; I looked at Laura’s picture in The Georgia Straight, Foxworthy ad. I read and reread her ad a hundred times.
"Escorts by Foxworthy, need an escort call now and book a lovely friendly escort to accompany you to that function you dread. Don't go alone pick up the phone." It seemed to be talking just to me, so I fantasized about the lovely Laura as I admired her picture one more time.
The more I thought on it the more the idea intrigued me, after lunch, I called, getting an answer machine telling me to leave a number, and they'd get back to me. I left my number and then tried to get it out of my mind so I could get some work done. By the time they returned my call I was already back at my hotel room and had almost given up hope. I found myself nervous as I talked to the woman on the phone, yet she was very pleasant and did her best to calm me down. I told her what I was looking for and that my escort had to fit in with the parameters of a black-tie business dinner. Now, to my disbelief, I now had my 'date' for the evening. Faster than ordering pizza.
I hate to put myself down, but to be honest, I would not call myself homely by anybody's standards but I was not good looking and I realize this was not the main reason I have so much trouble with women in the past. I know, as Carol had pointed out to me that I could never love or be loved. Thus, I am grateful there are escorts so I do not have to go to functions alone. So here I was waiting for my ‘order a date,’ which I'd bought and paid for. Even after paying I was still nervous. So nervous I could feel the sweat running down my spine. Something about meeting an escort for the first time.
I met her in the lounge of the hotel and it felt exciting to meet Laura, I just hoped she was as good as her photos in the paper. I was not disappointed!
I was the only guy wearing a tuxedo in the bar so she had no problem picking me out of the crowd. She came up to me with the nicest smile anyone had ever given me. I introduced myself and I put out my hand; she wrapped my arm around her waist and reached up to kiss my cheek. She therefore took my awkward move and turned it into a romantic gesture just as graceful as a swan. She told me to call her Laura and I figured it must be an alias, it wasn't until later, I found out that was her real name. She was beautiful, but plain, and innocent in a certain way. But there was that smile, it was the kind that could brighten a room. She did look amazing in her blue dress and I was very happy with what I had arranged as she modeled for me and everyone else in the lounge.
We stayed for a drink and to get a chance to know one another, I was surprised how easy she could draw conversation out of me. I then slid over her donation in an envelope. I guess she was so at ease she had a way of relaxing me as well pulling the donation to her. It wasn't until we were at the dinner that I realized our talking had allowed her to put together a mental database for us to use as dinner conversation with the other guests. Laura took a night of rubber chicken and stale speeches and turned it into a night of magic and mystery. As it turned out, the night I had been dreading for weeks was now ending too soon thanks to her, I had enjoyed myself and I know she had impressed my investor dinner companions.
After dinner, they had a ballroom set up with a live band for dancing and cocktails for all. I hadn't planned to attend that part of the evening but Laura said it sounded like fun so off we went to the ballroom. You can add dancing to the list of things I'm socially inept at but with Laura in my arms, I felt like I was gliding on the dance floor. If we weren't dancing, someone would ask her to dance. I was impressed when she would refuse as if being away from me for just the length of a song would be too long. I felt special and it had been a long time since I felt special. We stayed until the band shut down and I heard 'last call' just as they do in the movies.
Once in the car I asked her where I could take her, she hesitated, leaned over, kissed me, and then asked me if I would take her to my place. At first, I was in complete shock and then I remembered I was with a professional and if she was coming with me she was coming for sex, it just meant more money for her. I'm sure it wasn't my first faux pas of the night but I do know it was my biggest as I asked her how much it would cost me. When I looked over and saw her crying, I knew I had really messed up. I told her how sorry I was and tried to convince her that I wasn't insensitive, just ignorant. I was so surprised when she reached over and kissed me again. She said she deserved what I asked, but then went on to inform me that the escort part of our date was over, and now it was just a date.
Once in my suite she took the lead, as she knew she must. Although this was not my first time with a escort I was still too shy with this young thing, as I misread her once. I sat on my bed as she undressed in front of me. Not a strip teases but still slow and sensuous and as I looked at her nakedness, I became greatly aroused. Once down to her dainty garters, and stockings, she started on me, kissing me as she undressed me. I was in total humiliation as I ejaculated as soon as she grasped my penis but she seemed at ease with this and as she cleaned my issue with a Kleenex, she told me to relax; I would be hard again soon. She then took her garters and stockings off and we lay together kissing and rubbing our bodies against one another. It didn't take long for me to be erect again and once she put a condom on my member, she mounted me, sliding me inside her with ease. With her hands on my shoulders holding her up, she stared into my eyes as she slowly rode me. She anticipated my climax and smiled at my satisfaction as she offered me her breast as I came again. Laura spent the night and we made love many more times each one better that the previous.
In the morning as she showered, I ordered us a simple breakfast and as we ate, she told me her story. I simply came out and asked her why she was here with the likes of me. Laura told me I reminded her of her first boyfriend, shy and somewhat awkward but with a good heart. It seems that was not enough for her back then and she left him with a broken heart to find someone better. She said she found better looking and more suave, but none with a heart as pure. After searching, she realized what she really wanted was her first love but now he had someone else and was happy again. It seemed to her that love was currently lost to her and as she ambled from romance to romance, some how she just ended up in the escort business. Laura said as soon as she saw me standing in the bar nervous as a boy at his first prom; she could tell my heart was pure. It was then she knew I was special, just as now I felt special next to her.
She joined me in the walk of shame her in her blue dress, me dressed in a suit, she accompanied me to the airport. I stopped at a bank machine pulling out as much as I could to give to her. She reluctantly took my offering and asked if she would see me again.
It is so hard to believe that night was over and how much my life has changed since then. Laura and I spend 6 months meeting her once a month; just being with her has given me so such more confidence than I've ever had. So many changes in my life since we've been together. As for Laura, not sure where she ended up. I just know my adventures with her was more than I expected. So many more to come.