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Kelly wore the best underpants I have seen in a brothel. They were gorgeous. I'll tell you about them in a minute. Over the top she had worn a black dress with a floral print. It clung to her body and showed her perfect arse in its all its glory. When she fell back on the bed, her hair spilling on the pillow we were both laughing. She pulled me down to kiss me. She, in her sexy emboldened dress, me naked. The fabric of her dress rubbed against me. The kind of fabric that would only ever be used for women's clothing; and the kind of clothing only a sexy woman would wear. And the perfume of her hair was the perfume of a shampoo that only a beautiful woman would use.

The presence of some women is so luxurious it makes you feel special. Like a ride in a Maybach.

How good is it to run your hand up the length of a perfectly shaped leg whilst gently pushing up her dress? I love the beautiful privileges and games in brothels.
This is when I first got to see her underpants, and an immediate dilemma confronted me: Her underpants were so sexy I wanted them left on. I don't know who made them - some genius designer - they looked like they cost a million bucks.
Does the bra match? I asked.
Yes it does. She told me.
Thank God for beautiful, exclusive, designer lingerie. The girls love to wear it and the boys ---- well we just love to look at the girls wearing it.
At least I do.
You look gorgeous Kelly. I told her, after we had removed her dress.
She laughed and accepted the compliment with grace. She rolled over so I could see the way her underpants fitted so beautifully across her arse.
Black lace and white skin. Grrrrrr!!! I am so going to kiss that.
I noticed the quality of this lingerie extended to the clips on the bra too. Easy: click, flick; off it comes.
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(It took me ages to understand quality lingerie and why women love to wear it and why we love to see them in it. It is actually a simple message: Gift wrapping. The better the present, the better the wrapping should be. I mean you wouldn't wrap a perfect gift in brown paper would you?)
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Recline my beautiful Kelly. Today is a happy day for me. Every punt I have at this parlour is perfect and I can already tell you're not going to let me down . (But you are going to let me go down).

Yessssssss. She huskily whispered in encouragement as I kissed my way down to her essence.
This is good for both of us. Her fingers in my hair. My hands reaching up for her welcoming nipples as my mouth adores her pussy - and stays there, and stays there, and stays there until that lovely moment of noisy ecstasy.

Now she sits on the edge of the bed (or to be exact the steps that lead up to the bed (rather unique to LFG that design, I think)). How beautiful she returns the oral compliment. I look at her hair falling over her shoulders; I notice the strength in her arms. I love feminine strength; it is so beautiful. I guess she must be a familiar face down at the gym.
When I can't take another second of her warm mouth transporting me to heaven I beg her to stop. Got to make this experience last. We make our way to the centre of the large bed. We are laughing, kissing and talking when our mouths aren't busy elsewhere.
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It's just amazing how things work out. A short while ago I wasn't sure whether to play or not. I was close to going home. But as I sat in the car park that is known as Brunton Avenue and I realised I was sitting outside Ladies For Gentlemen and the name of Kelly came to me as a girl who is on my "must see" list. I called the parlour on my mobile.

Yes she is working and yes she is available but she has a booking in about ninety minutes from now and then she is finished. So if you want to see her its now or never.
I'll be there in two minutes: I told the receptionist, as I turned out of the traffic jam and down Stewart Street.

I sat in the bedroom which they mostly use for introductions and awaited my introduction to the lady that has been so warmly recommended to me by one or two other brothel fans.
She entered. I stood. Yes, she is nice looking. Thirties, blonde, perfectly maintained hard body. She takes my hand and looks at me. We chat a bit. I'd love to spend some time with you if I may. I say.
She completes her appraisal of me and I'm given the green light. Is there anything you'd like? She asks.
Cup of tea, I say.
Is that all?
Oh there will be a lot more when wet get to the bedroom, I laugh.

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Now it's time for the other items aside from the cup of tea. Items which taste even better than the cuppa she made me - and that's saying something!
We slip into sixty-nine. Everything is working fine today. Nice and hard with no chance of firing too early, even when I get an exciting glimpse of ourselves.
Mmmm ---Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest
That'd be Kelly I'd say; but nevertheless she is making me look pretty good right now too. I'm happy with the image. She looks good on me.

Kelly flips around and kisses me. I want to come again with you inside me, she says.
How interesting, that's what I'd like too, I think.
Those beautiful shapely legs also give strength and adroitness for squatting and bouncing. She does the work (so that's where the term "Working Lady" comes from!). Her hair falling around her face. The sight of her in the mirror. Her moistened fingers tracing my chest.
Well how long could any man last?
I don't remember making that much noise for some time. What a thrill to go over the top together. A rare but very welcome event.
She fell forward and kissed me some more.

We talked about the amazing good fortune of the event. (I really did feel quite flattered that she seemed to be enjoying this happy encounter as much as myself). I was just in the right place at the right time. Had I called and tried to book her any other time, the chances are she wouldn't be working or available. She only works a couple of days a weeks and is mostly booked. She won't squeeze clients in between bookings either. She likes to give herself a good break.

For the fortunate few Kelly is a wonderful experience. She fits my interpretation of a top service provider. One who really knows how to receive as well as how to give. A woman who relaxes totally and whose gestures and responses are encouraging invitations to celebrate and enjoy her.

She snuggled into me. I thought about asking her to put her lingerie back on but her nakedness would outshine any designer lingerie anyway. She was so warm and affectionate that I am almost reluctant to report it. But one of the things Kelly said to me is if I am going to write then I should make it explicitly clear that what happens for one punter cannot be guaranteed for another.

Throw two strangers into a room who don't know each other and ask them to "get it on"- the success of that is going to come down to the chemistry between those two people. Like all punters, I've had chemistry work against me as well as for me.

Today it worked for me.

As did her beautiful underpants.