A Hot Night In Paris

For a year I have been working as an escort in Berlin, after a friend made me aware of this well-paid job. My name is Tatjana, I am 35 years old. After having to work a lot for little money, I wanted to try something new. Since the job as an escort lady just came to me. At first I was very excited because I did not know what to expect. I was immediately told that many men just want a nice conversation with a class Ladie or just do not want to go on vacation alone.

My first time as an escort lady was particularly exciting. A nice gentleman, in his mid-40s, booked me for a weekend in Paris. Hubertus was a very handsome man who was extremely friendly and generous. I immediately felt secure with him and my initial uncertainty vanished quickly. Our date started with a nice dinner in a fine Berlin restaurant. Hubertus spared no expense and spoiled me as best he could. Our flight was late in the evening and we had enough time to get to know each other. He asked me several times during the evening whether I was really ready to spend the weekend with him and always called me “his dream wife”. He did not want to force me to anything and set me free to finish my work after this evening. But I felt comfortable in his company and wanted to continue to be worn as his girl on hands.

Late at night we arrived at our hotel in Paris. It was by far the most luxurious hotel I have ever seen. Our room was a dream. I felt like a princess. I was a little scared anyway. Fear of what could come, fear of sex with a stranger. But nothing happened that evening. Hubertus told me about his wife, who did not care about him.

The next morning Hubertus took me to the city. There he covered me with the most beautiful clothes, bought me expensive jewelry and led me out to dinner. I felt really great, really like his lady and really enjoyed this time. After spending the first part of the evening in the hotel bar, we went to our room. Hubertus asked me carefully if I was ready to sleep with him. I nodded. He darkened the room and lit a few candles. The atmosphere was very romantic. Hubertus looked deep into my eyes and I felt his warm breath. His lips touched my cheeks and finally my mouth. While we were kissing each other passionately, his hands slipped under my shirt. He stroked my breasts, finally took me off and called me always “Dreamgirl”. As he covered my body with kisses, he also freed himself from his clothes. He rubbed his hot body on mine and I felt how excited he was. He spoiled me as much as he could and I enjoyed the caresses. When he invaded me, the excitement was long forgotten and I could let myself go.

Hubertus is now one of my best regular customers and I am looking forward every time he books me, his lady.