Bree (Brittany) and the Stealth Condom Ninja
I was surfing the Brevard pages of STG looking for some strange (I mostly play in Volusia, where the pickings are a bit slimmer), when an otherwise unobtrusive ad arrested my scrolling.
Did I mention that I'm a big believer in intuition? Not the sort of "tapping into spiritual realms" nonsense of fiction, but that gut feeling you get when subtle clues trip your something-is-different-here-ometer. And something was different about that ad, but I didn't become consciously aware of it until much later. All I could really conceptualize at the time was, "I'll bet this chick is fun". This is the ad that caught my attention:
[URL]http://archive.ph/sO7KT[/URL]
So let's concede a few points straight away. First, the wee lass in the photos is rocking a tight bod. There's no denying that. And that ass pic, looking like two cantaloupes making out. Not to mention those perky b-plusses. Good lord! But let's also concede that the last pic isn't going to win her any pageants, and I suspect it's this and similar photos that keep compelling you blokes to post that she looks better in person, LOL. And hey, you're not wrong.
So I had to ask myself, what was it I found so compelling? I think the answer is three-fold.
First, those pictures exude a natural beauty, emphasis on "natural". The subject has smooth, flawless skin, without the aid of makeup and unsullied by excessive tattooing. None of those ridiculous filters giving her cat ears are in evidence. No stars covering sores, no freakishly large eyes, no blurring, no low-light shots, no shooting from up high to shrink her ass and thighs. None of that crap.
Second, I was intrigued to meet the mind that thought posting that last picture was a good idea. I mean, right? I suppose I was drawn to the implied "this is me, take it or leave it" thing going on there. And let's face it, that kind of confidence is sexy in it's own right.
As to the third point; years of mongering have taught me that a lass who is all smiles in her ad is more likely to be fun than one who appears sullen. Sure, there are notable counter examples. One of my ATFs, Niina Snow fits this bill ([URL]http://archive.ph/92EYm[/URL]). That rare sultry, yet affectionate and playful lass. But she is an outlier, and on-balance I believe the smiling-equals-more-fun argument still holds.
So now you understand my passing obsession with the wee lass Bree (Brittany) and why, after being properly ghosted by the lass a scant two weeks ago ([URL]http://www.usasexguide.nl/forum/showthread.php?7306-Escort-Reports&p=4676057&viewfull=1[/URL]#post4676057) I would risk another attempt at a visit.
So my most recent rendezvous really began the day after she stood me up, when she texted a massive apology, stating that she'd slept the entire day before (to quote Paul Bettany's Geoffrey Chaucer in A Knight's Tale, "Now that I DO believe") and begged me to come see her. Mmmm, okay.
I wasn't able to get down to Brevard right away, so it wasn't until about a week later that I texted her, asking if she wanted to do a qv the following morning. "Hellz yeah sounds good" she replied, further reinforcing my belief that she'd be a great time, if I could actually see her.
So the following morning I prepped for my date much like I had the time before, and drove the eighty minutes to her hotel on 192. Once I'd sent her the "OMW" text, I was encouraged that she replied immediately with her room number. She clearly wanted me to know I wouldn't be ghosted again. At the appointed hour I found myself in front of a propped open door, beckoned to enter by Bree's gf Shay.
My suspicions as to why the door had been propped open were immediately confirmed upon entry, when the Laddie smokometer registered a one out of five. Nothing I couldn't just ignore and that wouldn't air out of my clothes in short order. Shay was very friendly and we chatted a bit while Bree was occupied in the bathroom. Shay then took her leave so Bree and I could be alone. I place the wee lass at around 5'4", looking just like her pictures. Well, all except that last one. Okay, I'll admit it. Yes, she is hotter in the flesh. And speaking of flesh, off came her t-shirt revealing those captivating breasts.
She was about to drop trou when I asked her to leave her jeans on for a bit. I was having a denim fetish that week and the lass was happy to accommodate me. I pulled John Thomas through the zipper of my own jeans, and the wee lass happily dropped to her knees and started us off with a pro-grade BBBJ. As she bounced me off her esophagus I felt that initial twinge of climax building. I halted the proceedings there for fear of an early ending, and encouraged her to hop up onto the bed. So blokes, when a lass jumps up on the bed and wiggles her ass at you in doggy pose, it's a solid indication of fun times to come, LOL.
This is the point where I pulled her jeans down, pausing just long enough to apply the cover. OMG, the view I had was spiritual, and I spent a few moments just caressing her body. Her movements encouraged every touch, and I immediately knew two things: 1) this was going to be amazing, and 2) I wasn't going to last long.
While I was still caressing her she reached over and began fumbling for something on her nightstand. "It's already on hun" I informed her. "Holy shit, when did you do that?" she said. "You're like some stealth condom ninja" she laughed (her words, not mine). I laughed too, then ended further discussion on the matter by pushing little Johnny deep inside her, my jeans on all the while. Lordy can she move, and the view from doggy was to die for. Beautiful round rear with slim waist and well-defined back and shoulder muscles reminiscent of Mere from Orlando. As anticipated, a few minutes in and I was ready to explode. So the pounding rose to fever pitch until I did just that, collapsing onto her back and panting on her neck. She lay their moaning periodically while allowing me to catch my breath.
After a minute or two I reluctantly dismounted and tied off the evidence, stowing it in my jacket for later disposal at a petrol station. The wee lass stretched out on her bed, buck naked and cooing, while I zipped back up and ran through my pre-departure mental checklist. She finally walked me to the door, still naked, where we hugged and promised to see each other again. I think we both meant it; I sure did. And so a happy man alighted from her room that morning, glad he'd given the lass a shot at redemption.
Oh, I almost forgot, at some point during the proceedings I'd handed the wee lass an envelope with a card and 80 quid inside (she'd asked for 70 for the qv). BTW, if you've ever had the pleasure of a playdate with Michelle (2 L) in Daytona (she is now retired), I think your time with Bree will be very much like that. I sincerely hope your results don't vary. And a shout out to Shay for sharing her gf with us!
Unrelated: Since Bike Week is in full swing for the next week and a half, I don't recommend mongering up here until it's over. I know I won't. It's Brevard and Orlando for this bloke.
