|
 Home | Interviews | Stories | Fun with E-mail | Polls | Advertising |
|
EVER INADVERTENTLY STEAL A GIRL’S PANTS? VANESSA East 49th Street (@1st Ave) New York NY 518-827-1193 Well $2.00 Bob Has Done Just That.  The idea of visiting a controlled apartment, one of the many in this mid-rise, reeks of possibilities, however, the real possibility can find development only at the hands and mouth of the girl working the particular crib, and luck does accompany me on this forage for sex. The establishment, operating for a good long time with multiple efficiency suites, situates itself not far from the UN Building. The erotic outfit works a diplomatic two-call system with the final call required from the corner of 49th Street and 1st Avenue. The neat and tidy structure rests in a neat and tidy neighborhood about fifty steps away from the corner, belying the greed of the UN organization itself whereby the global freaks would steal their own sisters’ pants.I eagerly call on the girl/business after one of the editors here at NY3000/Qlimax Times adds very enticing additional information to the Gotham Guide listing. He praises same. His Gotham Guide listing finds update as follows: in the first place, Vanessa offers the cuteness of a UNICEF trick or treat lass to brighten even a casual observer’s day; and, in the second place Vanessa French kisses… and does so wildly. These two attributes of a girl hook me every time. I make the call and I receive the instruction to make a second call from the assigned corner. After the second connection, I take the fifty steps to the front door and hear, after I push the announcement button, the buzzer responding to allow me to pass into the building’s first floor labyrinth. In looking for the actual suite, I stupidly wander to the rear of the building, checking the individual signs numbering the suites. In pivoting back to the fore, I see a front apartment door crack open and a cute face smiling out at me. I follow her signal and move into the efficiency by crossing in front of her as she holds wide the door. Everything unfolds smoothly and the girl holding the door expresses cuteness. The extreme neatness of the receiving suite suggests that no one actually lives here. I realize, and later confirm, that Vanessa has entered this space a few minutes before me, changing her clothes and preparing for my visit. She undoubtedly left the mother nest to arrive at this apartment just leaving the office where the phone girl and other crib girls congregate, somewhere else in this building. Once the entry door closes for its bolting, I experience the full vision of Vanessa. I guess her as born around 1973. Vanessa appears to have a 5’8” stature in her 3” sandals, and the dainty shoes support a frame of about 110lbs. A gossamer robe graces her very slim body and strawberry blonde curls drape down to her eyes, over her forehead, and farther down to her shoulders. The tiny girl’s eyes flash with a dark hue and have accents of silver for liners making her a very cute financial friend. When her see-through robe finds its way from her tiny body to a casual chair, Vanessa’s beige bra shows and allows the perception she has smallish breasts. Her shape fulfills my fantasy as I sense the curvatures of a young playmate from my sexually formative years. Her legs display solidness through the white stockings with the sexy garter clips holding them to her garter belt. After taking in Vanessa’s presence, I have a chance to move through the apartment. I see the dim lights of the living room in the front, the no-light of the kitchen on the right while moving toward the bed, and the bright light of the bedroom itself. For me, I like the bedroom dimmed and I don’t care about the other rooms. The bed rests high on a built up floor and appears at the end of the tiny hallway-dressing room with the clothing pegs and a pew like chair. Vanessa has a good attitude. Not a GFE, however, but she does carry herself with a friendly demeanor. She loses me with her pronoun “Sweetie”. I feel no pain or hurt because of it, but the efficiency of the term means no GFE here. Vanessa’s approach comes through as business friendly. After getting “comfortable” I reach into my pants pocket and bring out $250. This I count out on the top of the paisley cover thrown over the abdomen high bed mattress. I request a shower and Vanessa thanks me for asking and calls Caroline at the office to inform her that the session is on. While this happens I enter the clean bathroom. My sex partner brings me a couple of towels and I fiddle with the water to come up with the proper temperature for my cold body. Setting the degree of the cascading shower water falls short of easy. The hot water handle, missing from the faucet contraption, requires me to switch the cold water handle back and forth between the hot and cold controls. I leave the bathroom and, after more drying, climb up and stretch out on the bed. Vanessa joins me. Vanessa balances her head on the left palm of her hand and looks at me. “Let me tell you what I do,” she says as she leans over and covers my open mouth with hers. After pulling her tongue out of my eager mouth she adds, “I do everything accept bareback, pain and gerbils.” We laugh at the gerbils and I tell her I want total French kissing, slow hand-jobs and slow blow-jobs. “If we screw: great; if we do not screw: I do not care.” “How ‘bout your anus and prostate,” she asks. “Not tonight,” I reply. “Did you wear sneakers and socks this evening? I like the little-girl look.” “No. They are still up in the office. You know I come from an office, right. In fact make sure I give you my more serious stage name before you leave, so next time you can have me wear them in here and so next time I know we know each other.” “Let me start by adoring your cute little body.” “It’s yours.” “Please, Just One Finger At A Time”  After more heavy duty French kissing, I roll the waif onto her stomach. I notice a continuation of her tit tattoos all over her shoulder blades, spine and waist. As I massage her skin I kiss wherever possible, working down her ass, legs and ankles. I see another tattoo through her stockings on her ankle. I finger her anus and she does not stop me. I move her hand down to lightly stroke my dick before rolling her over onto her back. I love light dick strokes.
I kiss and lick her face, neck and chest. I nibble her ears, lick her eyelids and kiss her nose. I plunge my tongue deep within her mouth. I bring her tiny hand back into position while I love her tits, stomach and legs. I gently insert a finger into her vagina and she says, “Please, just one finger at a time.”I eat her. I do my best to massage her clit, to manipulate her G-spot and to lick her pussy all at the same time. When I could realize that this had no effect on her, I decide to lie back and let her control the ride. I place my head back on the pillow and look into her face. “Don’t swallow any of your saliva. Keep it all to spit into my mouth.” “Let’s see what I can do,” she responds. After deep soul kissing, Vanessa places her head over mine and allows the warm liquid to flow into my mouth. “It’s a like cum, isn’t it?” she asks. I grunt an affirmative and get harder. Vanessa works my body, supplying me with a tremendous amount of spittle. She jerks me off while frenching me. Her hand-job beats my dick and I do not like the roughness because she misses the most sensitive skin surfaces of my pecker. I like it when a girl experiments with her fingers to discover my dick’s most sensitive places, but Vanessa’s fist begins work before it knows what to do. “ …And French Kiss Me Until I come.” I stop her hand and ask for a blow-job. Once again she misses the mark. After craftily covering my dick with a condom, Vanessa immediately sucks my penis… and, roughly so. No build up, no suction and no testing. Her head moves up and down forcing an uncomfortable feeling over my groin region. She caresses my crotch well and touches my anus with perfection. “Are you sure?” she asks as her finger insists on penetration. Remembering the state of my bowels, I reiterate my negative. “Maybe next time you can give me some ass training, but not tonight.” “Sounds very, very good for the next time,” she says. “I like your French kissing. Can you hold my balls while I slowly jerk off and you French kiss me until I cum?” Vanessa does just that. The girl ranks as an expert in French kissing. Racing the clock, some of the time which got used by my shower, I jerk off while receiving the “Best of Show” mouth and tongue work on my gums, teeth and throat. All the things that make up orgasms happen to me. Vanessa leaves the bed and returns with a white plastic container of cold wipe ups. While I clean my pubic area, Vanessa flits to the bathroom and other parts of the room doing whatever. When she finishes her flitting, I rise from the operations table and finish my cleanup in the bathroom. We get dressed and with some disappointment I notice her putting on white socks with green toes and heels. My disappointment wells up because during our opening conversations I remember mentioning my penchant for the little-girl-look. At any rate, I pass her a $20 tip, wandering to myself if I should leave anything at all because of that. As I prepare to depart, Vanessa looks for her pants, another item I like to remove from a girl at the beginning of a session. She never finds them, but I do. About an hour later I remove my jacket in order to grab a bit at a sushi bar, and low and behold, the pants somehow remained in my jacket when I cloaked up to leave Vanessa. At the sushi bar the pants fall on the floor and a cute Japanese waitress asks me if they’re mine. To me they look like a sweater that would go with the waitressing outfits, so I say “No” and I hang them on the hook that I have left open from the removal of my jacket. The next day I realize what had happened. I call Vanessa and let her know that she isn’t going crazy and that I am not some kind of pants freak. My rating of Vanessa: good-looking girl who can pull off a very youthful look if she wants. Additionally, she surely makes the best French kisser in all of Manhattan. Open to almost any type of sensual activity and probably a good fuck. Anal poses no problem either way. She registers low on the hand-jobs and blow-jobs. Compassionate with respect to sex and her clients’ needs. Businesslike when it comes to the sessions. |
For more information, questions, comments, please E-Mail us Home | Interviews | Stories | Fun with E-mail | Polls | Advertising QMAX |