Through Her Silk Bra
Full on Lingerie
Chloe sat in front of me; so petite that I took a second look at her tiny frame. She smiled and told me I was prettier than in my photograph on the London escorts section of ad board where she found me. Chloe was the same age as me, but was classed as “super-rich”.
Chloe lived on the outskirts of Ascot. As we’d talked about her current life, she told me she had an inheritance from her grandparents, but I didn’t ask why this hadn’t gone to one of her parents. On top of that she gambled as a living, on horses, and quite successfully too. In addition, she owned three horses as part of a London consortium.
She quickly finished her drink and told me her car was just outside and her house was only a two minute drive away. I wasn’t expecting her to pull over, turn of the ignition, pull up her skirt, to reveal the most stunning lingerie and a beautiful hairless pussy, with a piercing through her clit.
“Lick me for now, but when we arrive at mine, I’ll want you to fuck me.”
I obliged, and leant across from my seat. Within a minute of me using my tongue to tease her clit into a hardened state, she told me to rub faster across the hood. I did so, and soon she gasped and writhed, until she came with a deep groan.
Five minutes later, we were in her modern longue, facing a cheval mirror, whilst I put on a strap-on and started to take her small tight pussy from behind. She watched my breasts jiggling up and down as I rotated faster and faster, until her legs could hardly take the pleasure. She moved position and knelt on the floor over the sofa, and I continued. I fondled her small breasts through her silk bra, and played with her rose-bud nipples. She was so small and I didn’t want to hurt her, but she wanted me to be more ruthless, so I pressed harder and harder, until she came and she collapsed in a heap.
The two hour session was almost at an end, but then she asked me to open my legs. Her tiny pink tongue lapped away at my wet pussy, as her pert, little ass faced me, showing her pink swollen lips. She drank me with a fervour which matched her previous passion and I found it so horny to feel her swollen lips. My tongue reached her clit again and this time, we both came at the same time, London escorts are never selfish!
As she dropped me of at the train station, so I could catch my train back into London, Chloe asked me if I could go over to see her the next month. Of course, I would!