The morning before departure is always exciting. This afternoon I will meet Jerome in Mallorca – for the seventh time.
It’s like a ritual for my body. Every time I wake up, I fall into a very special state of excitement. A feeling that is difficult to describe. Light and intense, warm and Jef. The thought of the day and the coming night makes me slightly damp – just like before each of our meetings. A dampness that won’t disappear for a minute in the next 24 hours.
Wild excitement during favorite sex
Jerome has fascinated me since our first date. His charm, his wit, his friendly blue eyes, his calmness and his wild excitement during his favorite sex – a dream man.
Before our first date, he had asked the agency if I would be willing to fly to Mallorca for a night.
“Yes, I’d love to. What should I wear, does he have any special preferences?”
She should just come – and wear whatever she feels most comfortable in, he had replied.
On the flight from Hamburg to Mallorca, I imagined what I could do to give this friendly man (all his emails to the agency were extremely polite) an unforgettable time.
Erotic thoughts on the flight to Mallorca
These minutes and sometimes hours before every date are one of the very special highlights of my work as an escort. To think about what special moments can arise from this – wonderful. That it often turns out quite differently – great. Like a wonderful piece of music on whose rhythm we are carried together to a new melody…
After landing at 3 pm, a medium-sized, very well-groomed man in extremely tasteful summer clothes was waiting for me at the airport. A tight polo shirt, great-fitting jeans and gorgeous, soft suede shoes without socks. Casual, cool, classy.
I wanted to kiss him on the mouth-SOFORT!
He held out his hand, but I couldn’t help but kiss him directly on the mouth – I found his blue eyes and insecure smile so attractive!
He had rented a Mini convertible – awesome. We drove to Puerto Portals, halfway between Palma and Andratx. Beautiful boutiques, great restaurants and a stunning marina.
“Let’s have something to eat,” he suggested.
“Shall we go to the hotel first – then I can freshen up for you,” I remarked.
“You don’t have to – I want you just like that,” he said.
Well then…
The meal right by the harbor in front of the yachts was heavenly. Jerome laughed, talked, asked questions, listened and enjoyed. I did too – with every passing minute, I enjoyed his presence more and more.
Exciting in a gentle way
The sun was setting, small candles were burning on the tables, the sea was rustling softly, the wind was playing in the shrouds of the boats and we were drinking caipis. Was it cheesy? No, it was beautiful, arousing in a gentle way.
What can I please you with later, I asked him, stroking the inside of his thigh vigorously.
“One thing in particular, but I didn’t want to discuss it beforehand – and if you don’t like it, everything else is fine too.”
Now I was curious.
“I want to touch your pussy and you should pour your golden shower over me”
“I want you to stand over me, I want to touch your cunt and I want you to pour your golden shower over me -. Over and over again. Do you think that’s bad?”
Next to my hand on his thigh, I could feel his cock swelling as he talked. I had to smile – we shared the same passion without having discussed it, and while I was cumming on a man, the slightest touch on my clitoris was enough to make me explode. Loudly and violently – every time.
It only took us 15 minutes to pay and get to the nearby hotel.
The room faced the sea, with a breeze blowing through the open window.
He came with a loud cry
We undressed each other immediately, almost frantically, horny for each other and this experience. The experience of the same passion, the ecstatic blurring in our juices.
He put a huge towel on the bed and I stood over him. His fingers grabbed my clitoris and in that moment my juice squirted all over him. Without us touching his cock, he came with a loud scream and I felt his sperm squirt against my cunt.
Unbelievable.
We drank champagne and water (especially me…), we talked, we kissed and caressed each other.
We repeated our lovemaking three times that night, with each time the feeling became more intoxicating, stronger, more incredible.
On the flight back, I was enchanted, dazed, fascinated by a night of love like I had never experienced before.
Visiting Mallorca became a regular tradition for both of us – whenever he was on the island in his job as a tourism manager, we would see each other.
Every time, it was an incomparable experience to let my juice rain down on him, which we never did without – although we now supplement this wonderful form of play with lots and lots of things I came up with on the first flight to Mallorca.
But more about that next time, I’ve got to get to the airport…
Best regards Aurélie
