Once in a blue moon.

If someone can give you a few numbers in LA or any US city, that’s a lot of help. But that’s will be very awkward for London. Sure there are a number of agencies that will give you your dream girl, cream of the crop, 18 to 22 tops. You will not disappoint, but they are not cheap. If you get good friends, and a lot of them, may be they should hold a collection for your birthday. From time to time, in some very odd places, you can spot those awkward pairs. The guy looked like a football hooligan, who had just been to a neighborhood football match, holding the hand of a Victoria secret model, walk like a model, wear like a model, but so little so transparent that you can check her Victoria secret mechanize, together browsing the flowers in a flower show! Not a lot for LA standards, about half a grand or less.

Your friend may have one or two phone numbers for their favorites, but that’s hard to get. You have to see the girls several times before they will give you their own number. Even if your friend is willing to give you the numbers, the girls may not like the idea. Going down one notch, there are plenty and you don’t know whom to believe. Everyone is probably right so you might just as well hit anyone who is recommended. You can always take a good look before you decide whether you should pull out. But a few of the popular places are high volume oriented – that’s really no need to go for that. May be a little bit less hard on your pocket, but there’s not as much wow factor. Locals don’t go there, and neither should those who only go once in a blue moon.

Once I called up an agency called something like moonlight. I don’t know anything about it, just that they mentioned they have in-calls in nice neighborhoods. Most agencies are for classic outcalls. ‘Cause you can get all sort of incall girls from the phone booths, they are in every place so they are also in nice neighborhoods. Most of them have a grand flat in a grand blvd this was good 100 years ago, but now too noisy and the building too old to live in with comfort. But I know there are also up market ones, say in Mayfair, because a lot of gentlemen want very discrete incalls.

I prepared my detailed specification based on the last one I met, whom I was very happy with. That wasn’t even London, so I prepared to see how my money stretches. A guy answered the phone, I started shooting something like, beautiful blonde, about 20, very curvy hard body, large natural jugs, ... tall and leggy if I may add. A large numbers of girls have darker brownish hairs, also considered as blondes, so I am not excluding much people. But if they dye their hairs to be eye catching blonde, then they normally turn heads, they will not disappoint. Unlike you know where, even middle-aged housewife try to out do each other by the color of their hair, but forgot about their face, or the lift. 20 is a bit of tradeoff, otherwise they are not that well developed into large and juicy pairs.

But the guy stopped me right at blonde, or curvy, I didn’t remember. I knew I hit a smaller agency and that incall is a bit unusual. The guy started calling from his books. A few minutes later he told me what he got – blonde, 18, ..., wait a minute, that will cost me, I thought I settled for about 20 this time. He even throw in blue eyes ... I stopped him there and then, and asked how much it will cost me. Only 150 gbp. I was relieved. That was about right, my last one was a little bit less. London cost a bit more, but you expect a lot more. Actually I prepared to go double if they hit me with one that worth it. I have some doubts because 18’s are not that common. It’s easier to find under 18 or over 22. So I intended to interrogate the girl over the phone – they always let you to talk to the girls first.

Jami called me back in a few minutes. Later she corrected me the pronunciation of her name several times so as to sound unusual and posh, as the name should, as she intended. I have no idea how to spell it. I threw my questions out of my brain when I heard her – she can do phone sex, excellent phone sex. Of course the accent is perfect, that’s why I come here. She has a young voice and I guess I can tell a woman’s age by her voice. It’s not at all difficult, considering how much a woman exercise her vocal cords in her life time, you can easily tell the aging effect on her voice. And no, she didn’t have a sharp high pitch girly voice. She wasn’t trying to be sexy, that will be a turn off or give away. She just speaks softly, young but refined, she know what she is doing. I was trying to keep the conversation going, and I was thinking how to end the conversation not in an abrupt way. I asked the usual, her dimensions. Although she has the perfect accent, I couldn’t hear any of it. Well, I am not that picky, 18 year olds will have an average chest size smaller than 20’s. I often prefer that, but once in a blue moon I asked for something else, a pair of big juicy jug.

Her location turned me off. It was in the west edge of central London. There’s a lot of b&b’ for tourist’s on a budget. That was a high traffic incall area, a fair number of girls from down under, who worked to top up their deflated wallets after traveling half the world, with half more to go. Or just stuck there with no where else better to go. It was not Mayfair nor the West End. But an 18 blue eyed blonde worth the travel. I don’t actively ask for blue eyes in case they wear a len. Sure there are gems if I do a carpet search over there, cheaper, but it just take too much time. And if you want an hour of uninterrupted, unrushed sex, it will cost you about the same, and there’s always the risk of that the girls already become too mechanical. I doubted more and more when I was closer, there was a few phone booth full of cards inside. Am I going to pay double for the same thing? Should I go into the booth first and check out anyone blonde with blue eyes, 18 years old? I persisted and got to the front door. It was a bit worst than I thought. Her flat was the flat out of nowhere. Not the proper ground floor nor the first floor, but somewhere in between. If no one lives in the basement, then her flat will be the cheapest.

I knocked, prepared to find the slightest excuse and turn away. Jami opened the door herself. They gave me a peroxide blonde, drug addict, chicken legs probably grows like a white neon light, and when I zoomed into her chest, her dress there is very loose so there wouldn’t have anything of substance in there. I began to open my mouth to say goodbye to Jami, but then I was locked into her blue eyes.

Peacock blue? Mauritius blue! Let me have a go at that, since I am not aware of anyone else tried. Mauritius blue is not just some dreamed up color by a car manufacturer. Mauritius is an island in the middle of nowhere. I guess it was heard not that often because it was French and they kept up the tradition very well. If you are not prepared to wrestle with a number of forks for a simple lunch in any of the decent hotels, don’t go there. Although it’s in the middle of nowhere, there’s part of the island that is only accessible by boat. There’s a number of top hotels there forming a mega exclusive resort. The sea around is pretty rough, so in the sheltered area they built a super lagoon and fills it with top quality sand. You can walk around all day there, but the deepest part is at most 4 feet. The color of the water is intense light blue, not the deep blue sea. The color that is on most travel brochures for beaches, but most are not real, at least not when you are there in the water. Can I get away with this?

I eyes zoomed out from her eyes. I was speechless for what I saw, and how wrong I was. My disgusting looked must have scared her, or made her very tense. I realized that I was not smiling. I smiled, very happily. She started to relax and smiled. I melted into peanut butter.

She has light blonde hair that is unusual. Probably dyed but absolutely not peroxide. Schoolgirl blob but actually much more expensive than that. A very stylish short cut that you have to do it in like Tony and Guys, and London is much more expensive for almost any other things than the girls themselves, girls don’t charge you sales tax. I am not surprised if she spent a hundred dollars on that. You can see her small flat in one glance, but she has two huge Hi-fi speaker towers in the middle on the room. Not at all the old fat ones, but the latest hi-tech ones, slim but still huge. She is snow white in person. Her face is as white as her hands and feet, and bottom and anything else. She is absolutely healthy, not an addict. She is wearing tight high dark blue leggings and I don’t know why. She is at about 5’6 and her legs are absolutely fine without the cover. Some girls do wear leggings, but they won’t take it off until you come back for them. But Jami has no problem of taking it off. Maybe she likes the schoolgirl look. But there’s no need to manufacture it, I would have pick her right out of the crowd, outside my favorite girl school. See no evil, they are quite happy about all the attentions, and they worked hard on the length of their skirt to get it. Some wear that same impossibly short uniform up to 18.

I haven’t finish. She was wearing a small Armani (Empr line) party dress. I couldn’t have noticed but she told me her’s was also Armani because it happened I was all in Armani jeans. For most other British girls a little bit older, they would have envied her for being able to fit in that little thing. By far the big money spenders in average high streets are teenage girls. Girls a little bigger and older frequently complained that they can’t fit in a lot of designer dress anymore. But then most other British girls will burst out from that dress in any minute. Jami have an inch or two loose in the chest. But it was very cute, rather like schoolgirl uniforms, dark blue. There was some strips but very subtle.

Well Jami made my day, perhaps year. I tried to look but I didn’t thought that was possible. She is by far the most beautiful, sweetest and cutest doll I have ever saw. Extremely well gloomed, just like her cat, show cat quality. Well, you do have to put up with something for these little girls. There are a lot worse that little kittens. Not only intense light blue eyes, they are big . Thin, fine well trimmed eyebrows. Snow White with classic button face, or perfect oval. Nothing wrong with the pretty nose. Thin red lips, not a tiny mouth, just big enough for a very nice smile, and can just fit in one you know what well. Perfect look so far but some may criticize her A- chest. But it looked very good on her. That’s why I couldn’t hear her dimensions over the phone. She murmured through it.

I handed over the money. I tried to stay calm but I wasn’t. Then I heard the sound of a policemen’s communicator at the door. I was shocked, that must be the catch. Not so much as being caught by policemen with underage girls, more likely some con men use that as an excuse to rough me up and blackmail me. But then nothing happened. I must have been trying to be clever. It must be her roomate trying some means to warn me that policemen were always around, and don’t hurt this defenseless little girl. I knew I knew, policemen always walk around, to keep the peace and arrest the drunk, more than anything else, that’s why I thought the communicator sound was real. Underage? It wasn’t really a problem in Europe, the underage girls have to do it with someone when they are ready. There’s no silly rules that the jail time correlates with the age difference. No problem unless for some brothels full of teenagers, but I don’t know of any in London. I was quite amused when someone say which part of UK is safe. It was almost impossible to get into danger if you are not local. And if you are local you won’t if you don’t want to. The worst I know is that a black guy used a knife to rob a person in the central of central London inside the toilet of the twin golden arch restaurant. That guy must be stupid or brilliant to pull off something like that. That fast food joint is a landmark overwhelmed with tourists and locals alike. If that was a trend, I will be very worried, but that wasn’t. Even in the seediest places you won’t get mugged unless you look forward to it. There used to be peaceful rip-offs in Soho when incalls were not that legal. Now impossible to rip you off. Just stay away from the drunks when the bar closes, but if they stay open 24/7, one less worry.

King’s Cross is Mickey mouse compared to LA. Once I unlocked my car doors in the middle of the road to let in a black boy, just because the white girl I picked up, had fun, begged me to. She was nice and sensible, and should I say it’s hard for me to turn down 16 year olds, so I did. The boy was probably running drugs, playing cat and mouse with the police. He got in, there really was a police car a few cars behind me in the traffic jam. And they were really after me, I thought. The girl say go go go as in the movies. I did and lose them. I dropped him off the boy and took the girl home. There’s nothing to it, it’s not at all dangerous. The scariest time was in the same area, when a policewoman was walking to my car. I thought she must be in the vice squat, and hatred me for driving around. They do clean up the streets from time to time. And actually it was quite clean with all the cops and cameras. But then because of a few getto’s around town within walking distance, there are plenty of girls waiting for their chances. The policewoman, without checking my ID, asked me a question like a game show host, “If you drive at night...”, it was supposed to be educational. I was puzzled and frozen. She had to answer it herself like a game show host, “... switch on the head lights”. She thought I have a new car and so I must be a new driver. She was as lovely as my aunts and I drove off happily, laughing all the way. It wasn’t driving badly, only my mother will think that I am not picking up girls in that spot. You know if you drive on and off, and try to be low profile and blend into the dark surroundings and be polite to the girls and other civilians, you will forget about the status of the head beams, and that was a new car that I am not used to. But probably don’t go there without central locking, a lot of cars still don’t have that over there.

I forget to tell you that she looked 16. She’s not tiny, 5’6 well portioned except for the A-, so you can’t tell. And I don’t bother. Can be 18 or more. But since agencies are seldom exact, I am surprised she is exactly 18. 19? Probably not. By then so much time have lapsed I would have jumped at her if she were not coming any closer. I sat at the sofa, cause I had some favorite routines there, and asked her to come over and sit beside me. She sat at the other end, and before I did anything, she went to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Oh silly me, I wasn’t thinking. She was working on her hormones. The main difference for calling an agency instead of searching the phone booths and paying a lot less is the big O. She wasn’t ready yet. So I accepted her cup of tea. It was a big mug. And she rolled up some hash too. It was not unusual for youngsters but she was a bit up front to do it right in front of me. But it was adorable if she was working her mood into it. I did a few puffs too but it never had done anything for me.

Then she was more ready. She couldn’t have gone it alone, can she? I was calm and in a sort of romantic mood too. I asked if she had thrown away her school uniforms yet. That counted as romantic, didn’t it? Sure not yet, every girl has one, even old bags. But she said it was dirty. She promised she would have it ready for me next time. She was very happy to find out another of my interest that nobody will be better suited to serve. She’s just so eager to please. Well, she is simply honest. I learned that if you want the popular uniforms, and admit it, that is one of the most popular, if not the most, you better check in advance and reserve it. They are popular and they became dirty. The girls wouldn’t wear it again with something all over it without first cleaning it thoroughly. Some girls will find something if you insist, but if I know the state of the uniform I wouldn’t have insisted. Some wear it half-heartedly and try to take it off in no time, and now I know why.

I started by putting her on my laps, since she wasn’t heavy. I then tried whether she kisses and if she kisses well. No problem, for that price most do, there’s no guarantee but if you are not out of the ordinary you will get it. Not necessarily with the tongue included, but at least not dry kisses, that’s not what girl friends do. For her I don’t mind to do check ups more often. When I was tasting her lips, she seemed to get an electric shock. She turned to sat on me face to face, her legs around my waist tight, and her arms around my neck, and she started sucking me fiercely. Actually, I had to calm her down because I couldn’t do much. She held me so tight that I couldn’t put my hands between us, or anywhere else except for her back. And at that rate I sucked and kissed the hell out of her in no time. I had enough pretty soon. Normally I would test if the girls kisses, if she kisses well, and if she could keep up for a few minutes, and if she will slip me the tongue first, or if I give her the tongue will she accept it and will she accept it well so as to enjoy it, and suck more out of me. But for this kid there’s no mystery, I know everything in a few seconds.

Very well, I was also eager to do some other things, to check out how Snow White flares underneath. Perfect leggy doll with a tight bottom and tiny waist. Hairless. Delicate skin. She shaved as if hair was never down there. She is slim, healthy and has a hard body. And I don’t mean California hard body, but the natural hard body. Not by workout but by walking to school everyday, do some easygoing hockey after school, and party and walk the malls for other times. A- is about perfect, I couldn’t imagine Snow White have big breasts, or a schoolgirl with big breasts for that matter.

When I was still admiring her pussy, a little pink slit, she begged me to eat her. I hesitated and she offered to go into the shower and wash it thoroughly. It was one of those stupid days that I turned her down. I don’t do eat that often, mainly beacuse I can’t put myself to eat anyone sharing a shower first. But I have a lot of things in my mind, of course kinky stuff. I turned her down even she offered to wash normal won’t resist. It would have been the best pussy and ass, all time, but it doesn’t count because I haven’t tried it out. Her body parts are either snow white, or pink! What a shame. Men are really selfish, all for themselves. It will help her a lot to go where she wanted, but I can only think of myself. And I knew that’s one of her attractions and she knew it, once you tried you will get hooked. But I am already hooked.

By then her little bit of red lipsticks were gone, revealing her lovely thin pink lips, that is about the same color as her nipples and her pussy and ass. I told her I was ready for her lips and she got me covered. She didn’t have earth-spinning skills but she was eager to please, I told you so. She didn’t mind I messing up her expensive hair do. And for the expense, it was suppose to be easy to maintain, a few shakes and every piece of hair fall back into place. Finally, I have to restrict my pleasure, and pulled her hair away from me so that she had to let go of my penis. That was a dangerous place to go, every time I looked at her face I wanted to empty my load, she was so lovely to look at with all her messy blonde hair, so weird that she was sucking my cock so hard.

I pulled out. Since she was so nice to maneuver, I tried a lot of things that I always wanted to. Number 1, the homely woman. The kitchen sink is too far away and I wondered if two people could fit into her kitchen. I put her on top of the drawer instead. I agreed, the kitchen sink is another urban legend. In all continents the sink is too high for the average person. Any piece of furniture taken at random is unlikely to work. Anyway you don’t want it that way, the edge of bed is much more comfortable, and you can bang away. You got to be kidding on a piece of wood or steel. Number 2, the secretary. There was no table, she must have hated her homework so much. So I put her hands on the drawer instead. Then I bent her ass to a welcoming position. No, it was difficult to attack her front openings from behind. It would be much easier if she kneels on the bed, or lying tummy down on the bed, or somewhere in between, I can fine-tune my artillery position by standing up by the bed, or kneeling down on the bed, or somewhere in between.

I put her back to her bed. She must have actually lived there and sleep on that bed. She didn’t have any helpers called maids. So everything tells me that she is not wide open for business like the other incall girls. I did what I didn’t finish on the drawer, the sofa and something else that I didn’t remember. You can imagine what will happen with a tight little semi-pro. I lost it here and there, slowly bit by bit. The finish is not that great, but I was very pleased since I was satisfied in many ways, and I handled myself well to hold back to have a finale. I did all I wanted and I did the best that I could do and no more.

I got dressed and sat on the sofa, speechless and not really able to walk out and back to the tube station. Jami was disappointed. She didn’t cum and she blamed herself for that. She didn’t know I was very satisfied sitting there like a piece of wood. By the way, I found out that she was going to move into a decent flat the week after and will open for business. I must say I got lucky. You don’t get that please come back next time by all means attitude if you are not that fresh in the game. I hinted her to give me her own number but she wouldn’t. Or for once she is very pleased with her agency to bring in rich handy clients she dreamed about only in the movies. (Oops, this will be edited out when I look into it next time.)

I assured her again and again that I enjoyed myself very much. Did I say memorable? You can feel that if not for the fire in my balls whenever I think of her, I wouldn’t have written so much trash. And I assured her that I will see her again very soon. Who wouldn’t. To prove it I handled her a 20 for tips, but I asked her to give me some change for a taxi. She asked me how much and I said 10. I would have settled for a few bucks, in case I need a coffee or something for the long lonely journey. It was all I could do since although I have a train ticket, I am not comfortable going back without some cash in my pocket. She was a happy little girl, go to her drawer for the change, handed it to me, then put her arms round my necks, shift her body weight on me and gave me a soft lingering kiss. That was more like it. She was a good kisser after all. If she kissed me like that in the first place, I would have spent hours on the sofa, not doing much else and regret for the rest of my life. Life is full of surprises, I didn’t see her again, never. And I was so sure after that kiss it was impossible for me not to see her again. But then I have no regret, I did what I had to do and I did my best, I didn’t waiver, I didn’t fail. Except that I turned down her offer to go dining down on her. I must have lost my mind. Could it be the Afghan hash?