Mature Shag


Mature Shag

It was a hot, sultry summer night and I was feeling particularly frisky. I’d had a few drinks, and while I knew I was still legally allowed to drive, I’d decided that it would be more prudent to take a taxi home. As I made my way to the taxi stand, I noticed a woman standing in the street corner. She was dressed in a revealing tight fitting dress, her curves accentuated in all the right places.

I felt my heart skip a beat as we locked eyes. She was older than me, with a mature but striking appearance. Her face was lined with age and experience, but it only made her beauty more intense.

“Hi,” she said with a sly smile. “I’m Shag.”

“Hi,” I replied, not sure what to say.

She stepped closer and I could smell a hint of her perfume. It was musky and sexy, and it made me feel weak in the knees.

“I’m a mature escort,” she said, not needing to elaborate further.

My heart raced as I looked around nervously. I was tempted, but I had never dabbled in the world of escorting before.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

Shag smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth.

“Nothing too crazy,” she said. “Maybe just a bit of fun between consenting adults.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had been worried that she would be too aggressive, but instead she seemed confident and in control.

“Sure,” I said, my voice suddenly much more steady. “That sounds like a plan.”

Shag led me to a nearby hotel, and as we walked in I felt my heart pounding with anticipation. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew that whatever happened would be something to remember.

Once inside the hotel room, Shag wasted no time in getting down to business. She began to undress me, her hands running over my body with a practiced ease. I felt my skin tingle with pleasure as she stripped me down to nothing but my underwear.

The next thing I knew, Shag was pushing me down onto the bed. I felt her body pressing against mine, her weight both comforting and exciting. She proceeded to kiss my neck and nibble my earlobes, sending shivers down my spine.

Soon Shag was exploring further, her hands finding their way between my legs. She teased my clitoris with her fingers, her tongue and lips finding any erogenous zone they could find. I gasped and moaned as I felt pleasure rising within me, like waves lapping against the shore.

Shag’s mouth moved lower still, her lips finding my erect nipples and teasing them expertly. She then moved to my belly button, licking and sucking on it until I was writhing with delight.

Finally, Shag moved to the apex of my thighs, where I was ready and waiting for her. She moved her tongue in circles, her lips and hands working their magic in tandem, pushing me ever closer to the edge. I gasped with pleasure as I felt my orgasm building, intensifying with each passing second.

When I finally succumbed to the pleasure, I felt myself shaking uncontrollably. With each wave of pleasure that washed over me, I felt my body tingle, almost as if electricity was coursing through me. I screamed out in joy until I finally collapsed onto the bed, my body exhausted and trembling.

Shag smiled as she saw the satisfied look on my face. She then began to kiss me, her lips caressing mine gently. We lay there for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company.

When we eventually pulled apart, I realized that I had had the best experience of my life. Shag was a true professional, and had managed to push all of my boundaries to the limit. I thanked her from the bottom of my heart, and vowed to see her again soon.

That night, I dreamt of Shag and all the naughty things we had done together. I was hooked, and I knew that there was no turning back. From that moment on, I was a mature escort lover, and Shag had become my go-to girl whenever I needed a naughty little escape.