As an escort in London, you have to be prepared for all eventualities. No, I’m not talking about anything unpleasant or untoward, but seeing as I work in central London, there is always a chance that something exciting and different might occur on a date. I think it’s probably safe to say that this particular story which I’m about to recount falls into that category of unexpected and intriguing rather safely. Yes, I’ve been on a whole host of dates before and not all of them have been what some people would consider regular nature, this however was something else entirely! I had never before ventured on a date with Peter until this particular afternoon, and although there has to be a first date with any customer, I was by this point used to see a fair few regular folk time again so Peter was something of a surprise.
What was even more surprising, however, was where we went on our date. Yes, to this day I can safely say that I have never been taken to a swimming pool on a date other than this one occasion, and an odd event it certainly was. But then, as odd an idea as it might have been, it was certainly a rather erotic one. As he swam over to me, his oddly tight, athletic figure shimmering in the warm, clear water, I can’t deny that there was a certain level of excitement bubbling away within me. It was certainly new, certainly different and without a doubt, the kind of date you are likely not to forget in a hurry. And I showered myself clean after the swim, gently caressing my own curves, I knew was in the men’s changing rooms, Peter would be doing exactly the same!