I have a couple of favorites in the city, but one had retired and the other was on holiday for two weeks. I couldn’t wait so research began in earnest. The local Montreal boards (merb.ca and merc.ca) indicated that there were a couple of real performers working the city.
The best reviews were for girls from devilishescorts.com. When I called I learned that the girls I was most interested in were not working. The dispatcher recommended Cameron. She had a couple of good reviews, but I was taking a bit of a chance not seeing her photo on the site (I understand they’ll soon be available). I thought I'd go for it and I'm glad I did.
First impression: Good looking, tall. Second impression: Really good looking, stylish and strong. She has a look that makes me keep wanting to look at her face. She’s no classic beauty (whateverthehell that is), but somehow exotic. I liked it!
Her attitude was relaxed and friendly. I could certainly hang out with her … and her English is very good (despite her protestations to the contrary). We chatted for a bit and headed for the bedroom.
She stands a few inches short of six feet so get out your climbing boots and start yodeling. Seriously though, she has an impressive physique, as she's a body builder. I didn’t realize this at first; thinking she was just, well, "big boned"? When she stripped down I was drooling ever so slightly. She has a tanned, smoking-fit bod and “neat and tidy.” She also has, as I learned, piercings in her lip, nose and eyebrow, but these were removed for work.
She suggested she give me a massage, but I was having none of that. I told her to lie down and started massaging her. See, a massage I can get any time, but to run my hands all over an athletic babe, well, that doesn't happen every day, does it? (Caveat: she did not have the rock solid, peak performance, elite athletic body of an Olympian, but hey, you have to go to the Olympic trials to find that.)
Not long after, phase two was well under weigh. She went down on me and I soon encouraged her to move into a 69 position with me. Oh, so yummy! She has really nice labia and a delight to play with. The condom was soon introduced and the next phase began. I cannot describe what happened next as neither porn star nor girlfriend experience. If you’ll permit me to coin a TLA, I’d have to say it was a FFE – fuck friend experience.
For some reason, although I was horny as hell all day, I didn’t have quite the, um, drive, I thought I’d have. You see, no holes were barred and I was real keen for a bit of the ol’ rumpy pumpy. With only a few minutes left on the clock, I realized I’d have to wait for another day (and gird myself with pharmaceutical augmentation).
I had Cameron pull off the condom and apply her oral skills. Watching her head bounce up and down on my lap, I had no trouble serving her up an impressive protein shake. Oh how I came. Down the hatch it went.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t a kisser. That would be my only complaint. Well, that and the fact that she’s also a smoker. That’s something I actively avoid and might have turned her down had I known in advance. As it was, I was quite satisfied and certainly intend to see her again. You see, she’s preparing for a body-building contest in May and she’s going to be totally cut by then. She’s already agreed that her ass is mine and to pose for photos.
