My Favorite Escort – Part Two: Second Date

It had been exactly six days since our first night. I couldn’t get the sound of her moaning as she climaxed out of my mind, the way she’d looked at me afterward—not as a client, but as a man who had managed to make her feel something real.
I sent her a simple text:
“I want to see you again. This time… all night. Are you free Saturday?”
Her response came just a few minutes later:
“For you… yes. Same hotel, 8 p.m. This time I’ll leave the door ajar.”
When I arrived, the suite door was indeed ajar. I slowly entered. The light was dimmer than last time—just two warm lamps and a few candles on the dressing table. She was standing on the edge of the bed, wearing a long, almost sheer, cream silk negligee. Her hair was loose, and her makeup was subtle—just enough to highlight her green eyes.
She stood up and came over to me without saying anything. She kissed me immediately—not politely, but with a hunger I hadn’t felt before. Her lips were hot, her tongue laced with mine with an urgency that took me by surprise.
When she pulled away, she whispered against my lips,
“I couldn’t help but think about you all week. And that… doesn’t happen to me often.”
I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.
“I’ve never counted the days until a second date with an escort either.”
She smiled, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her smile.
“Then let’s not waste time talking.”
She gently pushed me toward the bed and sat on top of me. This time it wasn’t as slow and controlled as the first time. Her hands eagerly tore off my shirt, the buttons flying to the floor. Her lips attacked my neck, my chest, quickly moving down to my abdomen. When she unbuttoned my pants and took me in her mouth, I moaned loudly. Her movements were deeper, more possessive – as if she wanted to mark me.
“You’re already so hot for me…” she murmured, looking up. I like knowing I made you like this.
I stood up abruptly, flipped her onto her back, and sat between her legs. I pushed her negligee aside and began to lick her lustfully. She was already wet, hot. My tongue moved over her clitoris in quick circles, then slow, alternating the rhythm until her hips rose on their own toward my mouth.
“Yes… like that… don’t stop…” she moaned, her fingers digging into my hair.
When she felt herself close, she pulled me up.
“I want to feel you inside me. Now.”
I positioned myself and entered her in one deep thrust. We both cried out. She was even tighter, and hotter than I remembered. I began to move hard, rhythmically, holding her hips. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper.
“Harder…” she whispered in a shaky voice. I want to feel you these days.
I accelerated, pounding her deeply, each thrust making her moan louder. Her breasts bounced rhythmically, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest. At one point she cupped my face in her hands and looked me straight in the eyes as we moved together.
— It’s not just sex… she murmured between moans. With you… I feel something different. And that scares me a little.
Her words made me lose control. I turned her onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and entered her again, even deeper. I held her hair lightly, pulling her head back as I pounded her rhythmically.
— Then let go… I moaned. Let me make you feel everything.
Her orgasm came violently. She contracted strongly around me, trembling all over, calling out my name between long moans. Her grip took me over the edge as well. I exploded deep inside her, holding her tightly against me as I emptied myself completely.
We collapsed onto the bed, our breaths mingling. She nestled against my chest, her fingers caressing my sweaty skin.
After a few minutes of silence, she whispered,
— You know… usually after the second date, clients become possessive or disappear. You… you make me want to see you again. And not just for the money.
I kissed her forehead and squeezed her tighter.
— Then there will be a third. And a fourth. Until we both admit that this is not just a date with our favorite escort anymore.
She lifted her head and looked at me with a small, almost shy smile—something I had never seen in her before.
— Maybe… but let’s not rush it. I want to savor every part.
She pressed herself against me again, her leg wrapping around mine.
— Staying until morning? she asked softly.
— Staying.
And that night, for the first time, my favorite escort fell asleep in the arms of a client... without playing any role.