I rode the Elevator to Nathalie's Apartment in Chelsea with my heart thumping! I was so nervous and so excited, that my heart was racing and my palms were wet.
I had no idea what to expect from her and despite Mitchell's assurenences that She'll be right" I was worried I wouldn't be able to perform or that I'd be so bad, that I'd never get another gig!
I wasn't worried about her age, but what if she was really ugly? Would I be able to make love to her if I didn't find her attractive?
My worries were completely unfounded however. Nathalie turned out to be a very attractive woman in her late Fifties or early Sixties. Shoulder length, wavy blond hair, classicaly styled and obviously freshly madebup, medium height, slender, but shapely and she just oozed class and casual elegance from every pore!
She wore a low cut one piece evening dress. That looked to be perfectly made for her and would have looked perfectly in place on the red carpet at the Oscar awards. It accented her figure perfectly, and strongly hinted that I'd find what was underneath it to be even more attractive, especially as she did not appear to be wearing a bra...
She greeted me like an old friend with a warm smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She kissed me first on the right sheek and then the left, allowing me to be be overwhelmed by the french accent and the alluring scent of her perfume.
I could feel my shrivelled manhood swelling instantly back to life! She invited me in for a drink before we went out, which I naturally accepted without hesitation.
She motion me to a small velvety settee and busied herself with a decanter and glasses. She never asked me what I wanted but poured us each a Brandy and Soda and placed mine in my hand whith both of her warm soft hands enclosing mine for a long moment.
She sat next to me with a graceful, casual ease, completely comfortable and confident.she handed me two manilla envelopes, and invited me to check the contents, which I did, feeling incredibly awkward at the transactional nature of what I was doing, but remembering Mitch's words about respect and contracts...
I was not sure what to do next as it was more than I was expecting. The first contained the £800 I was expecting but the second contained the same again. Before I could ask, she elaborated. I would like for you to stay the night, she said. Before I could say it was still to much, she added that she didn't like the taste or feel of condoms and that would prefer not to use them for oral.this was partly why she she preferred the compamy inexperienced young men and only fucked the inexperienced first timers....
I wasn't used to discussions like this yet, so I felt embarrassed and awkward. But I was not going to turn down that amount of money! So I tried to appear casual as I told her that the terms were acceptable and that I would be happy to stay the night.
With business out of whe way she efortlessly switched to casual conversation. She asked me all about myself and told me a little about herself in return. She was Belgian, married, her husband was aware of her dalliance and comfortable with it.
She seemed fascinated to hear about me, seemingly hanging on every word, and encouraging me with questions. She was particularly interested in how and why I was choosing to do this. And probed me for the explicit details of my night with Mich...
As we drank and spoke she stroked my hand and then my leg. We kissed and held hands and she began to stroke and squeeze my bulging cock through my suit trousers.
Talking to Nathalie felt so natural and comfortable. Her hands and lips were warm and soft, her touch confident and assured. Her breasts were small but firm and I could feel her nipples responding to my caresses.
There was nothing awkward or dirty about this. It all felt so natural and I was completely at ease with her and the situation..
I knew this was going to be a night to remember!
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