If You Kiss Me, I Think I Might Cum!
Our most recent date with Tamara
Tamara, our favorite escort, comes to the door at the appointed time with a suitcase. “I’m moving in,” she says. We laugh and tell her we would love it if she would. She’s got on a tank top and some yoga pants. We told her she could change when she got here because we really want to see her in that black outfit with the high heeled gladiator sandals that we saw on Twitter but also understand that she doesn’t want to walk to our door in a suburban neighborhood dressed like that, especially in the middle of the afternoon.
I’ve gone a bit to the dark side myself, wearing a tight black mini-skirt and a sheer black blouse, with a strappy demi-bra underneath. I’ve got on high heels for the first time in many months, and I hope that I don’t wipe out on our polished concrete floors, so I take tiny little steps in my black stiletto pumps. When I open the door, Tamara says, “Wow, you look hot!” We kiss hello and she hands me a bottle of cold champagne. “We’re celebrating your birthday, right?” I tell her that no, that’s not until later in the summer, but we decided that we couldn’t wait that long to see her, so we’re just celebrating the time together. Cold champagne is always welcome, so we pop the cork and clink glasses.
