Quite A Performance

Although I'm very versatile and enjoy all sorts of bookings, one of my favourite type of "dates" is to spend a full evening with a client, an evening that includes dinner and theatre before we enjoy some private time at his hotel. Last night I had just such a date but this time there was just a little more included than either of us were expecting.

Joey is a successful stock broker in his early thirties who, rather than get involved in relationships he doesn't have the time for, hires me and a few other escorts on a regular basis in order to, as he puts it "enjoy the company of a gorgeous woman both in and out of the bedroom without the hassle of having to explain where he is, who he's going with or when he'll be home". Most of my younger executive clients have the same understandable attitude: no strings but plenty of red hot sex!

Dinner was at one of London's finest restaurants, a place where the nouveau riche gather in order to been seen so it's important to Joey that the ladies who escort him know how to behave without drawing any unwanted attention towards themselves. Discretion is key, as is the ability to hold a conversation that the client can enjoy. It's for this reason I keep myself up to speed with what's happening on the stock market, read several newspapers every day and read enough books to keep my general knowledge at an acceptable standard.

Good escorting is about more than just fucking.

After dinner we walked through London's vibrant streets, the pulse of city life adding to the excitation of the evening as we headed for a West End theatre where one of the world's most famous ballet companies were performing Swan Lake. Joey had booked us a private box and as I knew how difficult tickets were to source and could only guess at how much Joey must have paid in order for us to enjoy such privacy, I decided that I would definitely have to make the evening very special indeed.

The first half of the performance went smoothly and we enjoyed sharing a bottle of champagne during the interlude before settling down for the second part. It was obvious that Joey was enjoying himself but I couldn't help feeling that the privacy he'd afforded us should be enjoyed just a little more. Moving slightly in my seat, I allowed the flimsy fabric of my black silk dress to ride up, exposing the top of my stocking and the creamy flesh beyond.

Joey's reaction was instant. He reached out and slid a hand between my thighs, found the slip of black lace that covered my pussy and pulled it aside before pushing a finger deep inside my open cunt. I let out a low moan but kept my eyes on the stage as he inserted a second finger and began working them into me with a rhythm that built in strength until I was unable to concentrate on anything other than my impeding orgasm.

As if perfectly timed, as the music in the auditorium increased so did the wave of intense pleasure that stabbed through my groin, sending me over the edge and squirting hot and slippery cum juice into Joey's hand.

As I opened my eyes, the two dancers on stage appeared to be looking straight up at our box making the whole situation seem even more horny. I quickly popped open Joey's trousers and drew out his rock hard cock. To make the sensation even more pleasurable for him, I gathered juice from my pussy before sliding my fingers back and forth along the length of his solid shaft, tracing the pad of my forefinger in circles around the bulging head.

Joey closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, pushing his groin up towards me as I lowered my face towards him and hungrily took him into my mouth, lapping up the sweet precum that had already started to ooze from the eye.

"Fuck me, Lexi," he moaned. "Sit on my lap and fuck me senseless."

Needless to say, I didn't need asking twice. I quickly slipped out of my panties and straddled his thighs before lowering my gaping pussy over his cock. Guiding him in with my hand I felt his full length sink into me, pushing deep into my blistering hot cunt. God, it felt good to fuck him right there amongst hundreds of people, knowing that, should anybody look up at us, they'd have had more than just a good idea of what we were doing. Why else would I have left my seat to sit on his lap with my back to the stage?

I rocked harder against his groin, watching little beads of sweat appear on his forehead as he came closer to climaxing. I could feel his cock swelling inside me and knew from my experience with him that his huge balls would be rock hard and full of spunk just waiting to burst out and fill my pussy. He grabbed my arse and pulled me closer so that my clit rubbed against his coarse hair as he started to shake, his thigh muscles tightening as he gave one final hard thrust into me before sending his creamy cum deep inside my cunt.

"That's one performance I'd definitely like to enjoy again," he said, winking and sliding a finger inside my sopping pussy one last time.

Cheekily, I grabbed the perfectly laundered handkerchief from his top pocked and wiped myself clean before refolding it and placing it back in his jacket. The sweet smell of my own juices mixed with the salty tang of his spunk exuded from him, giving all who passed us in the foyer afterwards a hint of what we'd been doing.

Now I'm just looking forward to our next dinner date as I'm sure Joey will arrange for us to visit the theatre again some time very soon.

Contributed by: Lexi 30/11/2007