princkly

I love a happy Working Lady!
If she gives off a good vibe and she is funny and easy-going , I find that more satisfying than a roll round in the sack with ten "porn-star" girls (not that I have ever had ten porn-stars in the sack).
But I always seek a Working Girl who has the above fun qualities AND gives great sex.
Not asking for much, am I?

I met such a girl at Hallam Penthouse on Monday afternoon. I really like this parlour and have been there a number of times. Nicole came bouncing into the introduction looking for all the world like an Irish or Scottish Maiden with her long wavy red hair. She dresses pretty sexy, but later I wondered why she doesn't emphasise the Celtic thing which she has got going with her natural looks (although on reflection I think her tiny skirt was tartan). I could imagine her in green velvet and white lace.
But there again, although that "Celtic Queen" look would suit her pale skin, copper haired appearance, it might not suit her personality. There is nothing icy or aloof about Nicole. She is a happy, party girl.
She was refreshingly comfortable, professional and confident about extracting expectations and listening to them.
Kissing, Sixty Nine, its all good, she said: No anal and you're not allowed to bite me.
No worries, I'll take me falsies out, I joke.
So will I, she responds. The kissing should be fun.
Eeeew!
We're still in the intro and the dumb-arse jokes have started - this is a good sign.

Click! That's the sound I'd been waiting for. At some time during the introduction there will be a meeting of the eyes, a gesture, a body-language sign of openness and CLICK!

I'd like to book you Nicole. I say.
Okay, she says with that cheeky grin, giving me total affirmation that my choice is right.

Down the hallway we go.
The room we used was beautifully decorated - and big! Made me feel special. Actually all the rooms at this joint are pretty damn good. An unexpected treasure in the suburbs.
There is something about Nicole. A self-assurance, and a sense of mischief that gave me the confidence that it would be okay to be less conventional, even on this, our first session.
Well, lets see how we go.

She comes back into the room after I have finished showering. She's dressed; I'm not.
She moves towards the bed. Kicks off her boots.
No, over here please.
She smiles and walks over and stands in front of me challengingly. 
Oh, I like this.[
I draw her towards me. She leans her back against the wall. I look into her eyes. We smile. She is happily sharing the sense of naughtiness.
Kisses, hands in each other's hair - and God her hair is beautiful. Her knee raises and is pushed against my balls. Her hand reaches down, grabs my cock and strokes it. She is gently biting her lower lip; she looks into my eyes for the reaction. Then she lets go, switches the position, so it is me pushed against the wall.
Yes! I like you I think! A strong and assertive Working Lady. You go girl!
I love the cool of the wall behind me, the heat of her body before me. More kisses, over the neck, down the chest. We turn around again, but now I hold her next to me. Got to get some of this gear off. I reach behind to unclip her bra (thank God it's an easy one!). Pull the straps off her shoulders.
Dark pink, I say.
What? She laughs.
With hair like yours, I just so much know you're nipples are going to be pink, I say.
Go see, she whispers.
I get down on my knees (brings my head level with her tits). Remove her bra. Yes! Pink it is.
Still on my knees I run my finger round her panty elastic. Now the big question.
I know what you're thinking; she laughs.
And I slowly pull them down
Yes! A soft red bush. Wow! A genuine copper-haired pussy. I love it! Plenty of celebratory kisses on this little number!
Now we both got the giggles up. But I want to get serious again (in a silly way). I stand up; now we are both naked, we use the wall again. Her back is against the wall. Our hands joined, our fingers locked together. I lift her hands over her head. How beautiful a naked woman can look in that pose! Her eyes are sparkling like diamonds.
I kiss down her raised inner arms. I love the womanly softness there.
Turn; I ask her.
Sure honey.
She pushes her hands against the wall. Pushes her arse out.
I rest my stiffened cock against the cheek of her arse, run my hand down through the crack of her arse to her sweet pussy and sense the moistness there. Mmm - the promise of things to come.
She stands up straight again. Come on! She says and leaps to the bed.

We roll round embracing and laughing. Silly pecky kisses, that go slower, get deeper, become intoxicating. But then she says in the most fragile voice, with a sense of pleading.
Be gentle, I'm a virgin.
What the fuck!!
She rolls round laughing. Come on, I'm not really, she says pulling me back towards her.
Oh. No shit! I say.
Had you going for a minute, didn't I? She says.
No, but I think you're frigging funny, I laugh.
Come here, I want to give you a treat she says.

One of the pillars on a four-poster bed provides a good upright to hold on to. I am on my knees and she crouches on all fours to start a pretty intense head job. And there is a huge mirror to take the whole glorious view in.
Yikes! this has got me going. The way she does it is so beautifully pornographic. The whole thing gives me an urge, an aching desire, I must ask her
Nicole?
Gawd, why am I bothering her at a time like this? I may as well just get on with it. But what if she takes offence? Ah, well she's been a great sport so far, she should be alright. Okay, here goes.
Suck my fucking cock!
Well, the world didn't come to an end, she is still going hard down there and seems quite happy with it.
Go on Baby! Suck the fucking thing; I say.
She comes up. She is laughing herself silly. Gorgeous wink in her eye.
Get down there and eat my fucking pussy! She says.
Yes! Not only is she unbothered but also she is happy to play. Dirty talk! Whooo!

I have no choice other than to thank her with my obedience. When you kiss a redheaded lady there is something soft and warm and sugary. Same down this end. As I indulge myself on this wonderful woman, she decides that she would like to continue her generosity and soon we are in sixty-nine.
From there the heat rises till it seems there is only one place we both want to go

We're busting!
Come on! Come on! Come on! She says impatiently, as she gets herself into position.
Okay! Okay! Okay! I say with equal impatience.
Amazingly there was no question or negotiation about position. We obviously both felt comfortable in missionary and that's the way it went. Well, for about two minutes till I was so worked up that nothing was going to stop my geyser.

Wow! Nicole that was really something! I tell her. Thank you so much!
Her smiles are absolutely captivating. It was good fun, wasn't it? She says.

And what a wonderful post-sex conversationalist she is. Oh and cuddles too, heaps of warm cuddles as we talk. None of that sitting on the edge of the bed crap.
If it wasn't for the damn buzzer, I think we'd have still been chatting now. Everything from careers, to how we both agree that erotic literature is great and visual porn is crap, to a fascinating and deeply moving story she told me about another WL at another brothel years ago. Which I guess I shouldn't repeat but I keep thinking about it and how touching it was and what an amazing demonstration of the sisterhood of Working Ladies it would have been.

She walks me to reception and kisses me farewell. As always, that positive electricity is sparking off her.
Definitely worth a return visit.