When I was last at The Main Course (see blog entry 16 June 2007) I noticed a particular lady standing at reception. What a great body! What legs! I quietly thought to myself.
I didn't ask after her name but over the years I have learned if you return to a parlour on the same day you will usually find the same girls. I did that today. Bingo! It appears Jodie is a Thursday girl. For when I pushed the door open there she was again standing at reception.
Yes!
That body was as good as I remember it too.
But that's when serendipity and good fortune expired. For the only reason this hot looking girl was standing at reception was to fix up the moolah with the receptionist before she went into a booking.
Damn!
But reception reassured me on two points. 1.) She has a name - it is Jodie. 2.) She would be available again in say, forty minutes.
"Tell her to wait for me" I said. "I'll be back".
To fill in my time I wandered through the Flagstaff Gardens. I came across some Indian students playing a makeshift game of cricket.
The Batsman hit the ball and I caught it. I can't really make much of a claim here. I mean the trajectory of the ball simply required me to keep on walking with my hands cupped in order to catch it. Anyway the Fielders were delighted and decided they would allow the catch, much to the Batsman's chagrin.
I was invited to join in for a while which I did but I fumbled the next catch which meant that I quickly fell in their estimation of me and my probability of being considered for the India XI. Never mind. It was time for me to go anyway. They were fun boys and when I explained that I had an appointment to go fuck a blonde girl in the brothel just across the road, my cha racter was re-appraised to a greater level than when I'd made my fluke catch, and much back slapping, commendations and well wishing was given to me.
First with the catch, then the intention to go get some pussy, I think they regarded me as their own little Warnie.
God! It's a funny old parlour, The Main Course. Punters shamelessly hang around and natter to each other in the waiting room and at reception with all the swagger and confidence of blokes down the pub, or blokes shopping in a hardware store. If discretion and confidentiality are important to you this might not be your parlour. But it doesn't take you long to get into the swing of it. The phone rings constantly, punters shuffle up and down the stairs.
Confused and hopeful girls in slutty cocktail dresses wander into the waiting room "Hi! You waiting for anyone in particular or would you like to come and have a good time now?"
I like the place. I also like the fact that just about every girl there offers a no-nonsense service.
There's not much fucking around with do's and dont's and money for extras in this place. They just take you to a room and give you sex with a capital S. Good parlour. Good girls. Good prices. No wonder it's always flat chat busy.
Jodie was seeing off her last client as I arrived for the second time. HmmI thought with some reservation; back to back service. But he looked like a very respectable, clean and well-kept gentleman who was just doing a bit of harmless wife cheating so I wasn't that bothered about diving in straight after him. We do it all the time. It's just kind of weird when you see who it is.
I sat in the waiting room whilst she prettied herself up for me. The Jodie "pretty up" is unique. On reflection she has this really well put together image going. Its all class but there is a kind of messed up rag-doll thing. Her long blonde hair is kind of bundled up with coloured ribbons and falls out in wisps and her stockings are torn and laddered but in a really classy way. Totally turned me on. She is sexy! When she presented herself we had a bit of a chat. Even though nearly every girl at The Main Course is a good sport it's always wise to double-check:
"Tell me about your service", I enquired.
"I kiss, sixty-nine, go down on you, talk dirty, you can lick my pussy."
"You're booked" I interrupted.
Up the stairs we go.
Jodie is good looking. One of the finest looking girls in this parlour in my opinion. Her figure is delectable! Following her up the stairs was a dick-boning experience. It was hard to get my trousers off afterwards. Little Mr. Princkly was more than half inflated and impatiently pushing against my trouser fly by the time we got in the room.
Quickly: let's just settle the cash and get on with it
Jodie returns after my scrub up. Flimsy top, raggedy black stockings (raggedy stockings are so much sexier than perfect ones). I help undress her.s-l-o-w-l-y. We leave the disgracefully slutty stockings on of course.
She takes her flimsy discarded negligee and tosses it towards the towel shelving - misses.
She takes off her bra and tosses it towards the towel shelving - misses.
"Damn!" she curses her own netball skills - or lack of them.
Kissy, kissy.
Then kissy kissy on my dickie - and more besides.
"I want to suck your cock"
'You're most welcome" I concur.
Then it was into a bit of mutual nipple chewing. She was still wearing a red g-string. The only thing between me and what would probably be a taste of heaven. Lets get rid of it. She tosses the G-string across the room. - misses. It hits the towel shelving and falls to the floor. She curses.
Jodie sports the full bush. I'm happy with any bush as long as its name isn't George.
As I'm eating her out Jodie demands cock. This doesn't surprise me. When it comes to pussy licking I've met so many girls lately that would prefer sixty-nine to just laying back and taking it. They want something at their end too.
So it's back to sixty nine.
This is good.
Well now I realise I am so close to bursting it's ridiculous and I ask her to slow down.
A bit of a c-a-l-m d-o-w-n and a pash session.
She kisses her way down my body and before I know it she is down there again and I am back in her beautiful wet mouth.
Not only that but her lubed finger is attending to another area to give me further stimulation.
Yikes! When a girl does that, you don't know whether to cry out or simply cry in gratitude.
I cried out. Which she liked. So much in fact that she decided to disregard all my warnings and just push me over the top.
But its hard to complain about a head job like that and a finish like that, if you get my drift
"Fuck that was intense Jodie" I told her.
"Yeah" she casually replied with a wicked smile, whilst reaching for a towel.
Bit of a wipe down and lay back for a chat and a cuddle.
She smells nice, she looks beautiful. She's a good conversationalist.
I'm glad she caught my eye during my last visit.
Glad I came back for her.
Darndest thing though. I still haven't done what I set out to do. I mean, all that intense sexual action and I still haven't fucked her!
Ah well. At least I've got a good excuse to go back again.
I didn't ask after her name but over the years I have learned if you return to a parlour on the same day you will usually find the same girls. I did that today. Bingo! It appears Jodie is a Thursday girl. For when I pushed the door open there she was again standing at reception.
Yes!
That body was as good as I remember it too.
But that's when serendipity and good fortune expired. For the only reason this hot looking girl was standing at reception was to fix up the moolah with the receptionist before she went into a booking.
Damn!
But reception reassured me on two points. 1.) She has a name - it is Jodie. 2.) She would be available again in say, forty minutes.
"Tell her to wait for me" I said. "I'll be back".
To fill in my time I wandered through the Flagstaff Gardens. I came across some Indian students playing a makeshift game of cricket.
The Batsman hit the ball and I caught it. I can't really make much of a claim here. I mean the trajectory of the ball simply required me to keep on walking with my hands cupped in order to catch it. Anyway the Fielders were delighted and decided they would allow the catch, much to the Batsman's chagrin.
I was invited to join in for a while which I did but I fumbled the next catch which meant that I quickly fell in their estimation of me and my probability of being considered for the India XI. Never mind. It was time for me to go anyway. They were fun boys and when I explained that I had an appointment to go fuck a blonde girl in the brothel just across the road, my cha racter was re-appraised to a greater level than when I'd made my fluke catch, and much back slapping, commendations and well wishing was given to me.
First with the catch, then the intention to go get some pussy, I think they regarded me as their own little Warnie.
God! It's a funny old parlour, The Main Course. Punters shamelessly hang around and natter to each other in the waiting room and at reception with all the swagger and confidence of blokes down the pub, or blokes shopping in a hardware store. If discretion and confidentiality are important to you this might not be your parlour. But it doesn't take you long to get into the swing of it. The phone rings constantly, punters shuffle up and down the stairs.
Confused and hopeful girls in slutty cocktail dresses wander into the waiting room "Hi! You waiting for anyone in particular or would you like to come and have a good time now?"
I like the place. I also like the fact that just about every girl there offers a no-nonsense service.
There's not much fucking around with do's and dont's and money for extras in this place. They just take you to a room and give you sex with a capital S. Good parlour. Good girls. Good prices. No wonder it's always flat chat busy.
Jodie was seeing off her last client as I arrived for the second time. HmmI thought with some reservation; back to back service. But he looked like a very respectable, clean and well-kept gentleman who was just doing a bit of harmless wife cheating so I wasn't that bothered about diving in straight after him. We do it all the time. It's just kind of weird when you see who it is.
I sat in the waiting room whilst she prettied herself up for me. The Jodie "pretty up" is unique. On reflection she has this really well put together image going. Its all class but there is a kind of messed up rag-doll thing. Her long blonde hair is kind of bundled up with coloured ribbons and falls out in wisps and her stockings are torn and laddered but in a really classy way. Totally turned me on. She is sexy! When she presented herself we had a bit of a chat. Even though nearly every girl at The Main Course is a good sport it's always wise to double-check:
"Tell me about your service", I enquired.
"I kiss, sixty-nine, go down on you, talk dirty, you can lick my pussy."
"You're booked" I interrupted.
Up the stairs we go.
Jodie is good looking. One of the finest looking girls in this parlour in my opinion. Her figure is delectable! Following her up the stairs was a dick-boning experience. It was hard to get my trousers off afterwards. Little Mr. Princkly was more than half inflated and impatiently pushing against my trouser fly by the time we got in the room.
Quickly: let's just settle the cash and get on with it
Jodie returns after my scrub up. Flimsy top, raggedy black stockings (raggedy stockings are so much sexier than perfect ones). I help undress her.s-l-o-w-l-y. We leave the disgracefully slutty stockings on of course.
She takes her flimsy discarded negligee and tosses it towards the towel shelving - misses.
She takes off her bra and tosses it towards the towel shelving - misses.
"Damn!" she curses her own netball skills - or lack of them.
Kissy, kissy.
Then kissy kissy on my dickie - and more besides.
"I want to suck your cock"
'You're most welcome" I concur.
Then it was into a bit of mutual nipple chewing. She was still wearing a red g-string. The only thing between me and what would probably be a taste of heaven. Lets get rid of it. She tosses the G-string across the room. - misses. It hits the towel shelving and falls to the floor. She curses.
Jodie sports the full bush. I'm happy with any bush as long as its name isn't George.
As I'm eating her out Jodie demands cock. This doesn't surprise me. When it comes to pussy licking I've met so many girls lately that would prefer sixty-nine to just laying back and taking it. They want something at their end too.
So it's back to sixty nine.
This is good.
Well now I realise I am so close to bursting it's ridiculous and I ask her to slow down.
A bit of a c-a-l-m d-o-w-n and a pash session.
She kisses her way down my body and before I know it she is down there again and I am back in her beautiful wet mouth.
Not only that but her lubed finger is attending to another area to give me further stimulation.
Yikes! When a girl does that, you don't know whether to cry out or simply cry in gratitude.
I cried out. Which she liked. So much in fact that she decided to disregard all my warnings and just push me over the top.
But its hard to complain about a head job like that and a finish like that, if you get my drift
"Fuck that was intense Jodie" I told her.
"Yeah" she casually replied with a wicked smile, whilst reaching for a towel.
Bit of a wipe down and lay back for a chat and a cuddle.
She smells nice, she looks beautiful. She's a good conversationalist.
I'm glad she caught my eye during my last visit.
Glad I came back for her.
Darndest thing though. I still haven't done what I set out to do. I mean, all that intense sexual action and I still haven't fucked her!
Ah well. At least I've got a good excuse to go back again.
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Your stories have inspired me to write again.
The only thing I could ever realy pull off was erotica.