I came to the branch of the bank in our city. I wanted to buy this fancy yellow-colored car I saw in a car dealer’s salon a week ago. After a week of pondering, I finally decided I really wanted it and I could afford it with my current incomes as one of the best girls of 18 years and over of Bursa escort agency.
The bank was not crowded: a couple of oldies replenishing their deposit, some bearded dude with tattoos talking to an employee about something, and the two operators were free. I almost immediately chose the young one. He was about 25-28 years old as far as I could estimate and pretty handsome. If he was a client of the girls of 18 years and over, he would be one of the best – as we all love clients as he is: sweet, not rude, nice-looking, and relatively fit. More often than not, they want caresses and affection, warm love, and tenderness unlike others wanting something like in porn. After being working as one of the girls of 18 years and over for a year, I really learned to define people’s characters and sexual preferences from the first glance, almost never mistaken.
I sat at his table and told:
“Hello, I want to receive a loan to buy a car.”
He started asking me all those boring financial questions about what job position I have, how much do I earn, can I bring papers to back up the information and blah-blah. Pretty soon, I started to understand they would not give me a loan because I am not their type of client.
Then I sat back in erotic pose and started flirting with him, obviously touching my hair and doing all other seductive things I do. I think, even if I’m not a professional in such things, still I can seduce a regular man. As I guesstimated it right, I saw his skin slowly turns red and perspiration appears on his face. I could swear I heard his heartbeat beating faster.
“So, is there anything I could do… for you, let’s say, that would contribute to a positive decision about giving me a loan?” I asked him pretty directly.
His breathing became irregular – excitation was clearly seen in his eyes. He nodded positively and told with low-pitched voice:
“I think we can help each other – let’s meet at the entrance of the Marigold Hotel at 8 o’clock and deal about this”.
When the time was due, I was waiting for him at the spot. He appeared and took me to another hotel. I think it’s because of conspiracy. He paid for the room and we stepped in the elevator, which delivered us to the eighth floor. I saw this veil of secrecy for many times and this always meant only thing: they had something to hide. They all do.
We entered and I got him sitting on the bed, while I started to show striptease. Not only for his excitation: I got excited as well when I get undressed in front of a man with the starving look in the eyes, saying he eager me, one of the super erotic girls of 18 years and over. In less than a minute, sturdy boner in his coffee-and-milk-colored pants explicitly approved his desire to copulate. I approached, being left only in small panties, and touched it. Opened the zipper slowly and got a hand in the opening. Took his dick out – it stood as a steel rod. I liked the feeling of its sturdiness when I shoved it in my mouth. Really masculine. Moving up and down, I made the fellow cum in less than a minute. Unexpectedly. Seems like he wanted me really much.
Okay, I continued my erotic stripping movements under exciting lounge music. He was watching all my movements, looking into the depths of me I allowed him to see. Deliberately. I was horny too and his piercing look was really thrilling. When he was ready to have sex once again, I put on a condom and sat on top of his Willie. I saw as my curvy bends of the tanned body make him high – and I jumped on his dick faster and harder, making all those close-to-natural noises, which men love. My boobs were jumping in front of his eyes and we both were super thrilled about our act of love.
He grabbed my boobs and his jerks in me became harder, while overall movements increased in pace and energy. I felt he cummed inside and squeezed his dick as much as I could with my vagina to make his pleasure more thorough. He jerked under me & the smile of deep pleasure lit his face. He sagged & enjoyed the moment.
“So, what time tomorrow I’m visiting your office?” I asked.
“Right in the morning, 9 AM,” he whispered in succulent bliss… Oh, my car is waiting for me 😉