Fiona

Lovely flat in the centre of Chelsea’s French colony, lovely girl elegantly dressed opening the door, chilled bottle of champagne: the evening started promisingly (but unfortunately didn’t keep all its promises) Fooled by Fiona’s proportions, I was expecting a much taller girl: entirely my fault as her height (5’6ish) is mentioned on her agency’s pages. Admittedly, Fiona has a well proportioned body with fit and very long legs (typically found only on much taller girls), a beautiful pair of natural breasts and a certain... feline grace in the way she moved. I found her face slightly tired and probably not her best asset but, I guess, this is me getting fussy. Her English is (slightly) accented but quasi-fluent and her attitude very open and natural: social time was particularly pleasant and led, very naturally, to some light kissing, which led to some heavy kissing, which led to a hasted mutual undressing while still on the living-room’s sofa... When we moved to the bedroom all lights were green but... I’m afraid, it didn’t work. I’ll be ready to accept part of the blame but Fiona and I didn’t click... As soon as more serious stuff started, her attitude became much more “hard” and professional (in the bad sense of the word) and, although her technique was good, I got the sense that she was going through a script, delivering one caress after the other and moving from one position to the other in a pre-established, routine way... Don’t dare to say that the meeting was unpleasant but I definitely didn’t forget I was with an escort... Your mileage may vary (hopefully) but I will not repeat.