Following up on a review I read elsewhere of a girl called Kelly I called into Hallam Penthouse last Thursday morning.
I was going to phone first but I had to drive through the area anyway, so I thought Id just chance it.
I was a little concerned that ringing a brothel doorbell at 9.50am might be seen as an act of disgusting impatience, and undignified horniness, unacceptable even in a brothel.
But no: they were quite happy to let me in along with another fellow who already had a booking, probably with his favourite girl (you go mate!).
Actually I got a bit of a glimpse of her; I dont know who she is; but Id happily get out of bed for her too if only to get her back into bed. Wow! She was hot!
But thats another story - his in fact.
Anyway, I learnt that Kelly moved on from this parlour some time ago.
Damn!
But serendipity was at play.
As Im in the reception area, talking to Tracey and learning the sad news about Kelly, an extremely attractive young lady enters the building. Naturally she is wearing her everyday clothing but she still looks stunning.
Thats Isabella; you can meet her in five minutes if youd like to wait. Tracey tells me.
I think I might, I say.
All lascivious thoughts of -- whats her name? (oh, thats right Kelly), and the pre-booked hottie, are now blasted away and replaced with new thoughts and imaginings of Isabella.
What is it with us blokes? Were pathetic!
To the wizened punter, a gorgeous body is not the only motivating factor for booking a lady far from it. But if it were, it would be reason enough to book Isabella. Now that she presents herself to me in her work clothes, I am more than impressed:
Size 8 maximum, Id say. Black hair pinned up. Black lingerie. High heels. Perfect legs, gorgeous arse, beautifully shaped cleavage. Yummy!
However...
Even when faced with all these exquisite attributes, I am more interested in service and compatibility.
Fortunately a quick interview reassured me we would get along just fine.
Which made me very happy.
Because one of lifes greatest joys is to realise that you can get along just fine and openly agree on sexual preferences with a beautiful woman in her mid twenties, who is dressed in sexy lingerie that accentuates the virtues of a body to die for.
It wasnt hard to make up my mind.
Money down. Into the room.
Theyve got some nice rooms in this place. We were given room number one. Never used it before. But I should like to use it again.
As this was my first time with Isabella, I thought Id show some restraint, not much (as you will later read), but enough to hold me back from asking if we could use the low chair in the corner, which I am sure is made for cunnilingus.
At least thats where my thoughts were at when I looked at it.
But there again, I probably look at thousands of innocent everyday objects from office chairs to supermarket trolleys, to library stools, and weigh up their possible uses as a cunnilingus aid.
Its not hard to tell whats always on my mind.
As a morning punter it always seems a bit hard to be told to have a shower when youve just had one only an hour earlier.
But hey, theyve got no guarantee of that; so I always comply.
But no wonder she said I smell nice (she really did say that to me); after all, it felt like Id done nothing but shower all bloody morning. If I dont smell fresh now, I never will.
At Hallam Penthouse they have individual radio-cd players, in each room. So I killed Nova-fucking-FM stone dead before Id even had my shower.
When Isabella returns she asks about the music.
Dont like it I tell her.
So I cant play this? she asks. Sweet little thing standing there in her sexy lingerie, holding a CD which she had chosen just for our session. What a lovely, personal, thoughtful, touch. Full marks for this gesture.
Of course you can. Put it on baby
I cant stand the radio either she says.
She puts her CD on. It sounds good. (I think she is a bit of a music buff). Like her clothes and hairstyle, she has got good taste.
Okay. Now give us a cuddle I ask.
She steps into my arms, the top of her head just under my chin. She steps back again. Kicks off her heels. Steps back into my arms, the top of her head now level with my chest. We both laugh.
Lets use the bed She suggests.
Splendid idea, I concur.
Lay back for me
I dont go for massages I tell her.
Straight into it, hey?
I roll over onto my back to look up at her kneeling next to me.
Yeah. Straight into it, I tell her.
Shes cool about it.
She runs her hands over my chest. Sits astride me. Falls forward. Sexy sighs in my ear.
Now at this stage she is still wearing her killer lingerie. And Im debating with myself whether to ask her to take it off or just see how things develop. The thing is, she looks so sexy, having her crawl all over me wearing this gear is incredibly satisfying in its own right.
She proceeds without hesitation. Kisses down the body, round my cock. Slips on a condom
WHAT!?
Im frightened shes going to push me over the top in the first five minutes.
But then I relax: theres something about her touch, the way she works. I trust her. Besides, getting a head-job from a woman thats dressed like shes stepped out of an Exclusive Lingerie Catalogue isnt such a bad thing.
The oral on me continues for a while and its pretty damn good. But now I really want to see the merchandise.
She is kneeling between my legs and removes her top with an almost poetic movement to reveal --- a bra!
Damn! Shes stringing out the unpackaging.
Doesnt she know that any man who rings brothel doorbells at ten to ten in the morning isnt likely to be a paragon of patience?
Isabella, please. I say trying to sit up to get at her.
She pushes me back down again. Smiles. Its all good humoured. But shes doing things her way. This is like getting the lap dance you always wanted. Naked on a bed with a fuck to follow.
Reclined I watch the bra come off. Beautiful natural tits.
I sit up again. This time she allows it. My face in her breasts. Heaven!
Time for a bit of a roll round and soon she is lying down whilst I am having a kiss-fest down her truly desirable body.
But the panties are still there.
I like her choice: All lacy and sexy, and so black against her white, white skin. But nevertheless, I know Im going to like them even more once theyre off.
So off they come.
Shaved to Brazil!
I don't know if it was it the continuation of serendipity or the more realistic fact that we'd got things clear in the intro, but I loved going down on her, and she loved to receive it.
More than once did I glance across at the chair in the corner, and thought about making the suggestion, but after a short while it was forgotten.
We were so involved, nothing else in the world existed except her exquisite, divine, sweet, heavenly pussy and my tongue.
God it was beautiful!
After climaxing Isabella suggests the main course.
She reaches for a new condom.
Time for one more muff dive from the rear as she is on all fours.
Then she makes the fabulous suggestion of her holding the back rail of the bed whilst we do doggy.
Im not much of a fan of doggy, Ive always liked good old mish, but after this experience I sure could be.
Her petite white beautiful body looked magnificent as I looked down her back.
Please let this be indelibly etched into my memory forever.
Her beautiful body; and the fact that I was fucking her.
God almighty, this is why you visit parlours. Do not forget this moment in time, I said to myself.
There is a little time left over for a bit of tender massaging. (Ill take it now).
She told me things in our post-sex conversations that excited me so much I was ready to go again. Particularly in regard to our mutual appreciation of oral sex.
She fascinates me.
I want to see her again.
Thats the bottom line of my time with Isabella.
I want to see her again.
Soon.
I was going to phone first but I had to drive through the area anyway, so I thought Id just chance it.
I was a little concerned that ringing a brothel doorbell at 9.50am might be seen as an act of disgusting impatience, and undignified horniness, unacceptable even in a brothel.
But no: they were quite happy to let me in along with another fellow who already had a booking, probably with his favourite girl (you go mate!).
Actually I got a bit of a glimpse of her; I dont know who she is; but Id happily get out of bed for her too if only to get her back into bed. Wow! She was hot!
But thats another story - his in fact.
Anyway, I learnt that Kelly moved on from this parlour some time ago.
Damn!
But serendipity was at play.
As Im in the reception area, talking to Tracey and learning the sad news about Kelly, an extremely attractive young lady enters the building. Naturally she is wearing her everyday clothing but she still looks stunning.
Thats Isabella; you can meet her in five minutes if youd like to wait. Tracey tells me.
I think I might, I say.
All lascivious thoughts of -- whats her name? (oh, thats right Kelly), and the pre-booked hottie, are now blasted away and replaced with new thoughts and imaginings of Isabella.
What is it with us blokes? Were pathetic!
To the wizened punter, a gorgeous body is not the only motivating factor for booking a lady far from it. But if it were, it would be reason enough to book Isabella. Now that she presents herself to me in her work clothes, I am more than impressed:
Size 8 maximum, Id say. Black hair pinned up. Black lingerie. High heels. Perfect legs, gorgeous arse, beautifully shaped cleavage. Yummy!
However...
Even when faced with all these exquisite attributes, I am more interested in service and compatibility.
Fortunately a quick interview reassured me we would get along just fine.
Which made me very happy.
Because one of lifes greatest joys is to realise that you can get along just fine and openly agree on sexual preferences with a beautiful woman in her mid twenties, who is dressed in sexy lingerie that accentuates the virtues of a body to die for.
It wasnt hard to make up my mind.
Money down. Into the room.
Theyve got some nice rooms in this place. We were given room number one. Never used it before. But I should like to use it again.
As this was my first time with Isabella, I thought Id show some restraint, not much (as you will later read), but enough to hold me back from asking if we could use the low chair in the corner, which I am sure is made for cunnilingus.
At least thats where my thoughts were at when I looked at it.
But there again, I probably look at thousands of innocent everyday objects from office chairs to supermarket trolleys, to library stools, and weigh up their possible uses as a cunnilingus aid.
Its not hard to tell whats always on my mind.
As a morning punter it always seems a bit hard to be told to have a shower when youve just had one only an hour earlier.
But hey, theyve got no guarantee of that; so I always comply.
But no wonder she said I smell nice (she really did say that to me); after all, it felt like Id done nothing but shower all bloody morning. If I dont smell fresh now, I never will.
At Hallam Penthouse they have individual radio-cd players, in each room. So I killed Nova-fucking-FM stone dead before Id even had my shower.
When Isabella returns she asks about the music.
Dont like it I tell her.
So I cant play this? she asks. Sweet little thing standing there in her sexy lingerie, holding a CD which she had chosen just for our session. What a lovely, personal, thoughtful, touch. Full marks for this gesture.
Of course you can. Put it on baby
I cant stand the radio either she says.
She puts her CD on. It sounds good. (I think she is a bit of a music buff). Like her clothes and hairstyle, she has got good taste.
Okay. Now give us a cuddle I ask.
She steps into my arms, the top of her head just under my chin. She steps back again. Kicks off her heels. Steps back into my arms, the top of her head now level with my chest. We both laugh.
Lets use the bed She suggests.
Splendid idea, I concur.
Lay back for me
I dont go for massages I tell her.
Straight into it, hey?
I roll over onto my back to look up at her kneeling next to me.
Yeah. Straight into it, I tell her.
Shes cool about it.
She runs her hands over my chest. Sits astride me. Falls forward. Sexy sighs in my ear.
Now at this stage she is still wearing her killer lingerie. And Im debating with myself whether to ask her to take it off or just see how things develop. The thing is, she looks so sexy, having her crawl all over me wearing this gear is incredibly satisfying in its own right.
She proceeds without hesitation. Kisses down the body, round my cock. Slips on a condom
WHAT!?
Im frightened shes going to push me over the top in the first five minutes.
But then I relax: theres something about her touch, the way she works. I trust her. Besides, getting a head-job from a woman thats dressed like shes stepped out of an Exclusive Lingerie Catalogue isnt such a bad thing.
The oral on me continues for a while and its pretty damn good. But now I really want to see the merchandise.
She is kneeling between my legs and removes her top with an almost poetic movement to reveal --- a bra!
Damn! Shes stringing out the unpackaging.
Doesnt she know that any man who rings brothel doorbells at ten to ten in the morning isnt likely to be a paragon of patience?
Isabella, please. I say trying to sit up to get at her.
She pushes me back down again. Smiles. Its all good humoured. But shes doing things her way. This is like getting the lap dance you always wanted. Naked on a bed with a fuck to follow.
Reclined I watch the bra come off. Beautiful natural tits.
I sit up again. This time she allows it. My face in her breasts. Heaven!
Time for a bit of a roll round and soon she is lying down whilst I am having a kiss-fest down her truly desirable body.
But the panties are still there.
I like her choice: All lacy and sexy, and so black against her white, white skin. But nevertheless, I know Im going to like them even more once theyre off.
So off they come.
Shaved to Brazil!
I don't know if it was it the continuation of serendipity or the more realistic fact that we'd got things clear in the intro, but I loved going down on her, and she loved to receive it.
More than once did I glance across at the chair in the corner, and thought about making the suggestion, but after a short while it was forgotten.
We were so involved, nothing else in the world existed except her exquisite, divine, sweet, heavenly pussy and my tongue.
God it was beautiful!
After climaxing Isabella suggests the main course.
She reaches for a new condom.
Time for one more muff dive from the rear as she is on all fours.
Then she makes the fabulous suggestion of her holding the back rail of the bed whilst we do doggy.
Im not much of a fan of doggy, Ive always liked good old mish, but after this experience I sure could be.
Her petite white beautiful body looked magnificent as I looked down her back.
Please let this be indelibly etched into my memory forever.
Her beautiful body; and the fact that I was fucking her.
God almighty, this is why you visit parlours. Do not forget this moment in time, I said to myself.
There is a little time left over for a bit of tender massaging. (Ill take it now).
She told me things in our post-sex conversations that excited me so much I was ready to go again. Particularly in regard to our mutual appreciation of oral sex.
She fascinates me.
I want to see her again.
Thats the bottom line of my time with Isabella.
I want to see her again.
Soon.
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I'm still facinated by this... and have to ask, Do you have a female who plays the Significant Other role? How does she feel about your visiting brothels?