Last weekend I hit up my UTR maybe half a dozen times to no avail, so it was on to the Short List for me. There, enticing as always, sits the dynamic duo of Layla and Sierra, recalling to mind my recent Meh encounter with Britany and how I'd nearly given up on her in favor of this alluring pair.
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So I reach out to wee Layla to inquire as to their availability and receive a prompt response. After discussing the night's fee schedule I elect a 2-girl QV for 180 bob. Now, I know what you're thinking lads. What could be more pointless than a 2-girl QV? Normally I would agree with you, though in this case I was looking for a specific experience; one which would only require fifteen or twenty minutes to execute. So I apologized to wee Layla for the indelicate nature of my request, yet spell it out for her just the same. "That's definitely an experience we could provide" was her immediate response. "So you just let me know when you would like to come over and we will make it happen🙂"
Encouraged by her can-do attitude, I am soon showered, preened, and sitting in their Lake Mary hotel parking lot. The kind of hotel with actual interior carpeted hallways. I text wee Layla the "Here luv" message and in reply I'm asked to hold tight for a minute. A familiar sinking feeling comes over me and I immediately pull up STG to start looking for Plan B. I needn't have bothered. The room number text arrives presently and a few minutes hence and I'm knocking on their door.
I'm granted entry by Layla; a short, auburn-haired lass of around thirty with olive skin and a friendly demeanor. Pleasantries are exchanged as a blonde, pale-skinned lass glides from the lone bedroom in search of her phone. She locates it laying next to a substantial array of art suppliers, prompting a brief conversation regarding Sierra's hobbies. BTW, have you noticed the inordinately high percentage of providers who color or craft? It's totally a thing, I'm just not entirely sure why it's a thing. Providers, please send me a PM if you can enlighten me on this point.
Anyway, we make our way into the bedroom for the main event, prompting me to deposit the embossed donation envelope upon the dresser. Both lasses immediately strip to the buff and hop up onto the bed as Layla respectfully, almost apologetically, conveys the house rules: No kissing, no DATY, and nothing in the ass. "Not a worry luv," I laugh, as none of these items were on my checklist for tonight anyway. "Oh yeah," wee Layla suddenly announces to her partner, "I forgot to tell you that we're creating a specific experience for him." Sierra takes this news with a shrug, and so the date is officially off and running. I'm going through another jeans-on kink phase just now (recall the Stealth Condom Ninja post from the Brevard Boards), so I stand before the duo and pull John Thomas and the twins out through my fly. Layla dives in hungrily, repeatedly pushing my rapidly inflating cock to the back of her throat. Soon she is offering me up to Sierra, who proves not quite as skilled but warm, rhythmic, and sumptuous all the same. A few back and forths later and Layla declares me ready for battle. The lass produces a condom seemingly from thin air (I do love a professional) and rolls it on with her mouth while Sierra grabs her teal vibrator. "Okay, kneel next to me" Layla instructs her partner, dropping to all-fours herself. "He's gonna take turns fucking us doggy while we make out, and you're on the vibrator." I guess she really was paying attention, I muse.
On goes a bit of lube and a moment later I'm standing bedside stroking away on Layla in doggy while she makes out with Sierra. Then comes the changeup as I'm warned to go easy on Sierra who is the tighter of the two. I do just that, gently stroking away as Sierra reaches under and pleasures us both with her vibrator. The sensations coursed through my shaft, balls, prostrate, and up through my pelvis as my brain was addled by the sight of these two making out before me, not to mention the doggy view x2. It was literally fucking beguiling. We change it up two more times this way until I'm ready to pop. I was inside Layla at the time so I gripped her waist tightly and pounded through the climax with abandon, convulsions shuttering through us both. I rest my head momentarily upon her back, panting through my mask as I slowly recover breath. Damn that was fun!
The ladies graciously offer the use of their bathroom and linens therein for cleanup. I happily accepted. When I alighted from the bathroom I received a sincere thanks for the donation from Layla as I donned my jacket and pocketed my phone. With a quick hug from the ladies and an exhortation to come see them anytime, I showed myself out and happily drove off into the night.
So full disclosure lads. The date wasn't perfect. The sex nearly was, but it's perfection was marred by the change in Sierra's appearance from late date to this. Where before I met a lass with near-flawless skin and a lithe, toned body, on the night in question she was noticeably thinner and her face, upper back, and chest were broken out due to what I can only assume was from drug use. I sincerely hope the lass gets this rectified in short order, because her health is clearly suffering.
Other than this, the date was aces. The lasses were attentive, accommodating, fun, and just an all-around pleasure to be with. I hope to see them again soon, and I hope to see a return of the Sierra I saw four months ago. And of course we all know that your results will vary, don't we lads?
Cheers!
