Illa Meminit Vestra John Thomas
[QUOTE=JoshuaFalken;5019561]I was sitting in a provider's motel parkinglot when the "where are you" message came in. A few back-and-forths later and it was revealed that, due to some miscommunication, I was at the wrong place. So I began driving toward her beachside motel 30 minutes away when the lass went silent. Clearly she'd written me off for the night.
[B]A brief digression:[/B] Incidentally, I've set dates at this motel three times now, and I've been ghosted every time. The most recent only a week before, when wee Niina Snow coaxed me there before ghosting, and I was a regular of her's. She offered no explanation or apology then or since, causing me to remove her from my rotation. Unfortunate, since young miss Snow was a great time, and the only provider I routinely (after a first date) donated 150hhr/200hr to for the pleasure of her company. Anyway, within a short time span, three different providers from the same motel were all able resist both my money and my charms? Inconceivable! Clearly the fucker's haunted. So heed the warning proffered by the great Arthur C. Clarke, who, in [I]2010: Odyssey Two[/I], wrote "All these motels are yours except the Grand Prix. Attempt no rendezvous there." Or something like that.
[B]Back on track:[/B] I pulled over about 10 minutes from beachside and began perusing other options. Since Lexi Rose had recently posted to STG, I hit her up and received an affirmative response to my 60 quid headache relief proposal.
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Speaking of her ad, I wonder if she knows what "infamous" means. Anyway, 12 minutes hence and I was parking in front of her beachside notel room, just in time to watch her blonde roommate alight and scamper to a nearby bench to await my departure. I was subsequently admitted into a cluttered, smoke-scented flat by Lexi herself. I noted that the lass was now a brunette, and was heavier than on previous encounters (this was expected, based on her ad pics and some helpful PMs). Her greeting was warm and genuine though, which was not the case previously, and her visage was still sexy. She accepted my donation and offered me a choice of bed or chair, bubbling with what I took to be chemically-induced energy. I dropped me knickers and deposited myself in the chair; "all the better to see you with, my dear," I mused. The lass knelt before me upon the hard linoleum, causing me to suggest she cushion those precious knees a bit. Can't have those wearing out too early. She gratefully acquiesced and dropped a pillow between my feet before slurping Sir John Thomas to full attention. It was at this point that she shocked me by pausing to roll a cover onto Sir John. "Crap," I thought. I'd forgotten to specify what kind of headache relief I was looking for. I could still have asked for bare at this point, but I didn't want any weirdness in case she said no. So I just sat back and enjoyed myself (slightly less) until she had me filling up the bag.
On my way out I paused to admire the latin script tattooed upon her nape. She noticed my gaze and gave me the English translation. "I know" I said, smiling at her from behind my mask.
"Oh yeah, when I lived in Port Orange you read it to me in the back of your car," she replied. So let me put that statement in context. I'd been wearing a mask during the entirely of our meeting. I'd also texted her from a different number than during that car date, which was a year and a half ago. I'd even inadvertently used a different name when reaching out this time. How in the world did this chick, who was clearly under the influence of something, place me in that car date so long ago? "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "What a fantastic memory you have!"
"Not really," she replied, "you're the only one who's ever told me that." Thinking back now, I'm not sure if she meant that no one else has ever translated it, or if no one else has ever told her they could read latin. Either way, don't commit any serious crimes around this lass, LOL.
So to summarize my brief reacquaintance with Lexi Rose: In the plus column we have a cute lass who was ready on short notice, very animated and cheerful with respectable oral and conversational skills. In the minus column we have the smoke-scented room, the suspected chemical assist, the covered BJ, and the extra pounds.
Cheers![/QUOTE]Nice review!
