I had to admit that I was proud of working as a top class escort. I worked for a very well know and reputable London escort agency, yet I would receive phone calls everyday from other top London escort agencies wanting me to come work for them. All my clients were regulars. Basically once a man had met me, they would always want to see me again. I knew how to talk to them and how to make them feel good. I kept things fresh and interesting. Every time I saw the same client I would try something new and different, and that usually made them feel quite excited as the anticipation built up. One of my biggest strength was that I had a very open and sweet personality. Not only that I was adventurous to try new things, I was also very bubbly and fun and that usually put my clients in a very good mood when they saw me. I genuinely liked and respected all my clients, so I always enjoy spending time with them.
As a high class escort, of course I would have to take care of my looks too. I had long blonde hair, straight, shiny and healthy. My skin was nicely tanned, smooth and hairless. An one hour facial was required every week to keep my skin dewy and glowy. Men always told me that I had a very pretty face, sweet and cute when I joked with them, sexy and sultry when I was in bed. My body was also my main asset. I was a size 8, small waist with 34D breasts. I forced myself to go to the gym twice a week to maintain the perfectly toned hourglass figure. But who would've guessed, that was how I developed this little unexpected romantic affair with my personal trainer.
He was tall, dark and toned- of course, being a personal trainer. I was quite impressed by the size of his biceps and washboard abs the first time I met him. Then after I got to know him, I started to get more and more distracted not only by his nicely toned body, but also his bright smile, husky voice, and the smell of his sweat mixed with his deodorant. As I was lying on the floor mat, I started to fantasise having sex with him. Every time he lifted up my leg to stretch my hamstring I would imagine him slamming his big hard cock inside me. I would tell him to stretch me harder, but really I was picturing his hard sexy thrusts. I could feel my body getting warmer, working out a thin layer of sweat glazed over my skin. His hands became quite slippery over the dampness and my body heat was making me more horny. I imagined I tore off his shorts to reveal his large erection; 'I thought you were never interested' I teased. I bent down trying to capture his whole length in my mouth, which almost made me gag. It was actually quite a turn on as I had slept with many men but no one was ever too big for me.
His girth stretched the soft skin around my lips and my tongue was pressed hard against his tip which was firm and silky. I started sucking him with desperation, it made him moan so much that he grabbed hard onto my hair. He pushed himself deeper into my mouth, but he was so big and I couldn't take his whole length in. I had to hold onto it with both hands, I squeezed hard and his body shook with pleasure. He finally came in my mouth, I was pleased with myself and swallowed every bit of it. 'Can you stretch your calve muscles for me now?' he asked, which brought me back to reality. I had imagined myself giving my sexy personal trainer a blow job, which actually made me quite wet.