My Favorite Escort – Part One: The First Date

I didn’t know she would become my favorite. In fact, when I saw her photos on the website, I thought she was just another pretty girl in a sea of ​​offers. But something in her gaze—a mix of confidence and mystery—made me click “Book.”
We met in a small, discreet bar in the city center. I had arrived 10 minutes early, nervous as a teenager on a first date. When she entered, the air in the room changed.
She was dressed simply, but devastatingly: a short black dress with thin straps that caressed her body without shouting “escort.” Her brown hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her green eyes found me immediately across the tables. The smile she gave me wasn’t commercial. It was… warm. Almost intimate.
She sat down in front of me with natural grace.
“You’re the one who chose me for tonight?” he asked in a soft, slightly low voice.
I nodded, trying to sound relaxed.
“Yes. And… I’m a little surprised you said yes.”
She laughed softly, a sound that slid across my skin like a caress.
“Why? Because I look like that? Or because I read your message three times before I replied?”
I felt myself blush. My message had been sincere—I’d told her it was my first time doing this and that I wanted a real date, not just a quick transaction.
We talked for almost an hour. About books, about music, about how she hated the traffic in the city and how I hated the monotony of the office. She spoke naturally, laughed sincerely, and when she looked at me, I felt like she really saw me—not just the guy with the full credit card.
At one point, she put her hand over mine on the table.
“You know… most clients want to jump right into the physical part. You’re different. I like that.
Her words sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t just beauty. It was intelligence. It was the control she had over herself.
By the time we got to the hotel room I’d booked, the tension between us was already electric. She closed the door behind us and turned to me with a slow smile.
“My rule for first dates: nothing happens unless you really want it to. And nothing happens unless I feel like I want it to.”
She moved closer slowly. Her fingers touched my chest, unbuttoning my shirt button by button. Each touch was deliberate, as if she was savoring the moment.
“You’re tense,” she murmured. “Let me relax…”
She kissed me for the first time. Her lips were soft, warm, and the kiss deepened, gradually becoming hotter. My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. I could feel her body clinging perfectly to mine.
When her dress slid to the floor, I was breathless. She was even more beautiful than in the pictures – velvety skin, full, natural breasts, a thin waist and hips that invited you to grab them. But I didn’t rush. I let her lead.
She gently pushed me onto the bed and sat on top of me. She kissed my neck, my chest, slowly moving down. When her lips touched my abdomen, I moaned involuntarily. She smiled and continued on, taking me in her mouth with a slowness that made me tremble.
Her movements were perfect – wet, deep, full of attention. She wasn’t showing off. She was making a connection.
After a few minutes she stood up, pushed her panties aside and sat on top of me. She guided me slowly into her, descending millimeter by millimeter until she took me completely. We both moaned at the same time.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, starting to move slowly, rotating her hips. “You are… exactly how I like it.”
I grabbed her waist and began to thrust into her, the pace gradually increasing. She was leaning over me, her breasts touching my chest, her lips whispering in my ear:
“Tonight… I am yours. Not just my body. And my attention. And my pleasure.”
Her orgasm came first—a long, trembling wave, with a sweet moan that seemed to me the most erotic sound I had ever heard. Her grip took me over the edge too. I exploded deep into her, holding her tightly against me.
After that we remained embraced, breathing heavily. She caressed my chest with soft fingers and whispered:
— I don’t usually say this on a first date… but I really liked it. I hope you’ll call me again.
I smiled and kissed her forehead.
— I already know you’ll be my favorite escort.
She laughed softly, but in her eyes I saw a twinkle – a mixture of professional satisfaction and something deeper, more personal.
— Then… I’ll wait for part two.