Mechanical

I was almost late to my appointment last night; having to contend with the rain in my high heels at the same time as protecting my just-styled hair was a mission! When I'm going to a hotel that I'm not overly familiar with, I prefer to arrive a few minutes early to get my bearings. I made it in the nick of time, composed myself in the lift and found his room on the dot. Phew!

Despite having been in a bit of a slump lately, I managed to be witty and dazzling. I laughed at his jokes and listened intently to his stories as the wine flowed freely; it wasn't until we got down to it that I became somewhat detached. I expertly dropped to my knees as I undid his trousers and took him into my mouth, looking at him right in the eyes as I ran my tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. Making sure his cock was nice and wet, I put my lips around it and took him as deep into my mouth as I could. He exhaled heavily and tilted his head back, hands on his hips and feet apart. It struck me how quiet it was while this was going on; there was no music or TV in the background - just the sound of his laboured breathing and my wet mouth.

The sex seemed almost mechanical. I made all the right noises and faces, but I wasn't feeling it. He obviously was: it didn't take long for him to come after he started thrusting fast on top of me. Someone who knew me really well might have noticed that I wasn't really there with him, but I don't see this client often. He had no idea.

I'm not meeting anyone tonight so the day is mine; I'm going outside to make the most of this wintery sunshine.

Brooke x