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A suprising night with a London escort

She was a real looker and had all the right features. I was surprised when she rang the bell to my hotel room. Right on time, I thought as I went to open the door, these London escorts are really punctual. And then I saw her.

With auburn hair and a stunning face, it took me a moment to come to my senses as her olive eyes grabbed my attention. I invited her in and admired her figure from behind as she made her way to the table in the kitchenette. Judging by her clothing, I would have sworn that she was just a schoolgirl. Her hair draped over a dark sweater and the green plaid miniskirt revealed long legs extending down to knee high bobby socks and oxford shoes. London escorts must have a fine pool of talent to choose from.

As she turned back to glance at me before sitting down, I spied the shape of her full bosom from the side view. This girl was really well put together, voluptuous, yet a bit athletic. I offered her something to drink and with a smile she told me she preferred red wine.

We sipped some Malbec while I asked her how she got involved with London escorts. She said that she was working her way through college in hopes of someday being a small animal veterinarian. The London escort business was a great way for her to support her aspirations while having fun and meeting people. I was certainly glad that she chose that route as well. Captivated by glancing between her penetrating eyes and the ample cleavage peeking above the third button of her white blouse, I felt a tingling in the pit of my stomach with every word she spoke. I wondered if all the London escorts could be this enticing.

With the introductory small talk finished and our wine glasses emptied, it was time to take off for a night on the town. Access to such a fine companion, and on short notice, made me feel thankful for the availability of London escorts. I felt like a monarch with such an angelic princess on my arm as we walked toward our dinner reservation. Her attentiveness to my every word and the way she giggled at my silly jokes almost made me dizzy. Sitting across the table, she had this way of looking at me that had a hypnotic effect.

As I explained my work as an adjunct professor of fine arts, her eyes were mesmerizing. She looked eager to hear more, and almost appeared hungry for every word. I wondered if this was what talented London escorts specialized in, or could she really be that interested? She looked so inviting, so alluring, I could hardly keep my composure! Yet, every time I interrupted the dialogue, she continued to ask more probing questions.

She wondered aloud if I ever considered settling down, perhaps with someone much younger. Could it be that this sexy London escort was ready to move on?