Free Erotic Story - Jenny's Story

I haven’t been 21 for long you know, and I can distinctly remember my 21st birthday celebrations. Why they always have to be something special in the UK is beyond me, I’ve never understood it to be perfectly honest; after all it’s only another year old isn’t it?

Well I started my evening with a couple of friends in a few bars in the centre of London. We were obviously the centre of attention considering we were all hot London escort girls and we were wearing clothes that would make Lady Gaga blush!

I was out with Jayney, the blonde babe that always attracts a lot of attention (she’s actually caused a car accident before!) and Maxine, another blonde escort babe who I’ve worked alongside in the past (this is a story for another day however!)

We were propping up the bar in a local pub in town and just discussing how many of the suits had actually booked us in the past and whether or not we remember them, when the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen walked through the doors from the toilets; not the most attractive and romantic place to make an entrance, but then he wasn’t trying really was he?

Our eyes caught hold of each other as though there were a powerful magnetic force driving us together and I just couldn’t help holding my breath.

“Jenny! Are you alright girl?” Asked Jayney, suddenly very concerned that I was holding my breath.

“For Christ sake Jenny,” joined in Maxine, “you’re not breathing.” With that she grabbed hold of me and shook me. I snapped out of it in an instant and laughed to myself. My eyes didn’t leave the guy outside the toilets, and his eyes never left mine.

“I’ve seen the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life,” I stated in a matter of fact sort of way.

“I see those all the time,” laughed Maxine, recovering from her slight shock. She turned to the bar and she and Jayney ordered some more drinks and talked among themselves while I continued my hypnotic trance.

Before I knew what was happening, and even before the other girls turned around to pass me my drink I was faced with this guy. It was really weird; as though he’d floated through the air and appeared in front of me without me even knowing it.

He was absolutely perfect in my eyes. He was around six foot two or three inches (you get to be able to estimate height and weight when you’re a London escort girl), which was quite tall for me, I usually went for the short ones because I’m not that big myself. His build was pretty normal really, in fact he even looked as though he had a bit of a pot belly.

I surprised myself by feeling really attracted by this, but then after a little consideration I realised that all the men I fell for had a pretty “normal” look to them; I’ve never been one to go for a muscle man that looks like he spends more time in front of the mirror than I do!

His face was kind looking, and his eyes were intense. He wanted me and it showed on his face. He moved a little closer to me and at first I thought he was going to kiss me. In actual fact, now that I think about it, this guy was a little bit of a space invader really, and it was lucky for him that I liked him, otherwise he’d have been likely to get a smack around the face.

“Would you like a drink?”Asked my dream man. He smiled at me with a mouthful of teeth that looked just like the keyboard of grand piano. This guy was stunning. What a genuine, beautiful smile.

“Well...,” I stuttered, “I think that my friends here have...,” I was interrupted by Jayney.

“Here you go girl, now calm down a little,” she said as she turned and passed me a drink. She suddenly stopped as the drink landed in my hand and she looked into the eyes of my mystery man. She too was entranced with him. “Oh,” she said with a smile, “I see what you mean Jenny, he’s a dish isn’t he?”

“He certainly is,” joined in Maxine who had been watching for a while but kept herself secret (she’s too good at this!), “it’s a shame you saw him first babe,” she said with a cheeky wink to my man.

“Shall we sit down?” I asked him as he took my hand instinctively and led me across the room to a couple of empty table, “don’t mind us girls,” I said, “we won’t need any company!” I winked at them both and made a gesture that I would call them when I knew what was happening. They smiled and moved to the other end of the bar to see what action was waiting for them over there.

We sat down together and when I took my seat I couldn’t help noticing that my guy was very interested in what was down the front of my dress. This made me incredibly wet in the panties. I watched his eyes wander over my body as we sat and then I made direct eye contact with him when he’d finished. Unusually, he wasn’t shy at all, he just looked at me and smiled; when I usually do this to men who are checking me out they look embarrassed and turn away.

Now, you’re probably already aware that I have a fantastic body, having checked it out in the Gallery, but I don’t mind saying so myself that the pictures you see there really don’t do it any justice at all. You simply have to see me naked to believe it.

That’s what I tell my clients and that’s what I so desperately wanted to tell this guy sitting with me in the pub. It was at that moment that I decided the animal attraction was going to get a little too much for us both and that rather than go through all the boring small talk I’d just like to get his clothes off as soon as possible and fuck him. Seeing as though I first saw him in coming out of the toilets I figured this was as good a place as any.

“So,” I said as I smiled and touched his leg, “I hope you don’t think that I’m being too forward, but how about we go to the toilet together and sort this out?” There, I came straight out with it, just like that; I actually surprised myself (which doesn’t happen very often I can tell you).

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said in an unsurprised voice. His response shocked me at first and I thought that he sounded a little too confident. There was a little part of me that wondered if he had this sort of proposal all the time, but then the aching between my legs soon dispensed with the thought as he led me off to the toilet.

Now you shouldn’t get this wrong, not all London escort girls are this filthy and this willing to just drop their little panties and get fucked, only the good ones are!

He pushed me quite forcefully into the ladies and uttered under his breath, “the ladies are always cleaner, trust me.” It was then that I realised he must get into this sort of position quite often and that he must have seen a number of ladies toilets in his time. However, it didn’t put me off even a little; in actual fact it made me feel even hornier than ever.

We laughed as a couple of girls ran out the room. He shoved me into a cubicle and ripped off his shirt. He hung it purposefully on the coat hook behind him and pushed me onto the toilet seat. My little dress rode up my hips and revealed my hold up stockings, as I pushed my face into her chest and stomach.

He was a little tubby around the middle, but as I grabbed hold of him from around his waist he felt so sexual and full of potential that I simply couldn’t wait to get his cock out of his pants and into my mouth. I am a notorious cock sucker you see, I simply love to do it; and I’m very good at it!

I unzipped him quickly and yanked out his manhood. It was a nice healthy size and I was very pleased with it. Even before it could get fully hard I had it in my mouth sucking on it gently. His moans started and he stroked my hair as I pushed my head further and further down his long, thick cock. The harder it got in my mouth the less I could take in. In fact I thought the damn thing was going to block the back of my throat at one point, I nearly gagged on it (and that rarely happens with me!)

As I sucked him nice and slow I pushed down the front of my little dress and allowed my boobs to tumble out. This is what he was paying so much attention to earlier so I thought it only fair to show him what was there. He was certainly pleased to see them judging by the way his cock twitched in my mouth.

I looked him in the eyes and shook my boobs a little at him. This made him even harder and twitch even more; I actually thought he was going to cum there and then in my mouth and blow the back of my head off. At that point I took my mouth off and looked at the dripping, sloppy looking shaft in front of me with different desires.

There was only one thing for it, I simply had to have this cock in my pussy right now. I stood and bent over the toilet. He hoisted the rest of my dress up above my waist and pulled my tiny little black panties to the side. My pussy was already so wet and ready it was practically dripping in anticipation of what was to come.

When he shoved his cock into me it went straight to the hilt and I felt like my legs would give way beneath me. I put one knee up on the toilet seat to steady myself as he pulled out ready for another thrust. I could feel myself nearing orgasm already.

This was not usual for me at all and I was very surprised to get this horny after only having a cock in me for a matter of seconds. I reached between my legs and found my clit sticking out nice and hard. I pressed and rubbed against it with varying degrees of pressure while my mystery man shafted me from behind, and before long I felt my climax ripping through my stomach as I came.

I nearly fell to the floor and would have had it not been for the fact that my guy caught me, turned me around and sat me back down on the toilet where I’d risen from.

I sat up straight and alert as his cock approached my mouth once more. This time he had his trousers completely down and I could grab hold of his ass as I pulled him into my mouth. When he started to twitch uncontrollably and quicken his breathing even more than he had already I knew that it was the time to pull him out. I pulled out his cock at the exact time he exploded his load all over my face and tits. I let him cover my boobs in the stuff as I looked into his eyes.

He smiled at me as he handed me a load of tissue in a bundle from the roll. We hardly said a word, but you could just tell that we were much more comfortable around each other now that the sexual tension had gone completely. Don’t get me wrong, I still wanted to take him home and fuck him; it’s just that now I was slightly relieved, I could get to know him a little better.

And do you know what? When we left the toilet, we did spend the rest of the evening together and I did take him back to my apartment; and it wasn’t until the following morning that I divulged to him that it was my 21st birthday when we met. To my surprise he told me that it was his too!