For quite a few months, I’d pondered over giving the local talent an opportunity. This always leaves me in a state of frustration because for what I pay for an hour in Montreal will get me soooo much more elsewhere. Which of course gets me thinking about planning a trip and spending even more money. A vicious circle in either direction.

This past weekend I finally broke down. I decided to track down Jessy to satisfy my carnal cravings. If you read my last Montreal report, you’ll know why I like this girl, and will also understand why it took so much work to find her. First I had to remember her name, and then locate her agency.

When I called, I was informed that she no longer worked at that agency. I thought it impolite to ask where she might be, so it was time to crank up the ol’ computer and get busy with more research. I used to use the canbest site, but found it lacking. The Montreal Escort Review Board proved most helpful. I soon found that Jessy was with Satin Dreamz.

When I called, I learned that she would be busy for a few hours. So, I called up a pal and went socializing, figuring a midnight rendezvous would work out well. When I returned at midnight, Satin Dreamz informed me that Jessy had called it a night thirty minutes earlier. I would have to wait for the next night … which was unfortunate because I had a big Xmas gig to attend.

I called Satin Dreamz at 3PM, when she was scheduled to begin work. I figured a quicky would be an excellent way to begin a Christmas celebration, if not end it. I was told she wouldn’t be in for another hour. At four they told me maybe six. I told them to contact her, gave them some details about myself so she’d remember me, and see if she couldn’t make it earlier. Unfortunately, I had to wait until 6PM.

It never occurred to me to look up an alternate partner, Jessy was just too much fun. At six she was at my door. She didn’t actually look all that good and it took me a moment to figure out if I got the wrong gal. She explained that she had an emotional night and still hadn’t fully recovered as her eyes were still a bit puffy from crying. “Great,” I thought, “her mother passed away; good timing, Wombat!” It turned out much less traumatic as she and her friends were celebrating the recovery of a friend who had nearly died. “Whew!”

I poured her a drink while she called the agency. We chatted for a bit and she explained why she left her previous agency. Jessy spent a couple weeks having all kinds of minor problems (mostly car problems). When the agency decided to punish her and not let her work for a week or two, she said goodbye. This hurt the old agency because this girl was one of their best.

As we stood together, she began playfully removing my clothes. I responded in kind and we were both soon naked standing in front a set of full-length mirrors. Her slim framed looked very good. Although measuring just over 5 feet, her shapely legs make her look much taller. She was soon on her knees doing what she loves, sucking and slurping with abandon. I enjoyed the show in the mirror and she appreciated the attention. I sat back on the bed so I could get a better view of her legs and ass. She’s in remarkably good shape for someone who doesn’t work out.

I moved her up to the bed after a while, in order to return the favor. The whole time I was munching on her, she was running her hands over her stomach and thighs, then through my hair, then back to her small breasts. She kept smiling at me.

I had her put the condom on me and I eased my way inside. “I missed your penis,” she said with a smile. We tried out a few positions on the bed before I suggested something a bit more acrobatic. I managed to stand up in front of the mirrors, her legs wrapped around my waist. I couldn’t manage this long, so I had her stand and bend over. She bent over, went up on her toes and held on to a cabinet while I entered from behind. It was a remarkably comfortable position for me. What made it most fun was watching her smiling at me in the mirror. She was watching the pair of us in action and really getting off on it.

I moved her back to the bed when it was time to finish … and finish I did. We chatted for a while longer before getting cleaned up. My legs were so wobbly I wasn’t sure if I’d make it to the party.

In hindsight, it would have been better to end the night with her, as I was just so mellowed out after our engagement. It certainly made the party more tolerable, mind you.