london escort in red dress

Sandra walked into the Ritz hotel in London, her heart beating wildly in her chest. 

This was her first time to visit Mayfair and she had to admit she was more than a little intimidated, London escorts from her side of the capital rarely came to the Ritz. Everyone seemed to know something she didn’t and she smoothed down her dress, hoping it was appropriate for the occasion. 

She spotted her date sitting in an alcove, sipping a cup of tea and she smiled. He nodded in response and she headed over to him. 

“Mr. Patel? I’m Sandra,” she said holding out her hand. He looked at it for a while before reaching out to shake her hand. 

“Call me J.S.” he said indicating that she should sit. 

“J.S.” she smiled nervously as she sat down. 

“Would you like a cup of tea?” he asked. 

“Umm,” she wasn’t sure if she should or not, “No?” 

“Okay good, shall we proceed then?” J.S. put his cup down and got to his feet. 

Sandra followed suit and he preceded her to the lift. He pulled out a card which he used to access a button written penthouse and she looked at him, impressed in spite of herself. 

They rode up silently and as they entered the suite she looked round, not bothering to hide her sense of wonder. It truly was unlike anywhere she’d ever been before since joining the ranks of London escorts. 

“Can I offer you a drink?” he asked. 

“No thanks. I’m good.” She was too nervous to keep anything down anyway.

He flopped down on the bed and smiled up at her. “Take off your clothes then.” He said. 

“Oh.” She said caught flatfooted before she reached for her coat and slowly took it off. She let it fall to the ground before reaching for her hair pin and letting her long ginger hair loose. She shook her head from side to side, letting her hair fall where it may. 

Next she crossed her arms easing the spaghetti straps of her dress down slowly, until they were at her elbows and her breasts were peeking from the lacy folds of her lingerie. She shimmied, letting her dress fall to the floor so she was clad in a bra, panties and her heels. 

She stepped away from her dress and toward J.S. running her hands up and down her body. “Like what you see?” 

He nodded slowly. “Please,” he said, “Go on.”