When two people come together for an exciting, sensual date, a very special kind of magic often arises.
The air is filled with attraction and excitement, while heart-pounding anticipation and quiet expectations take center stage.
Both partners enjoy this elegant game of seduction.That’s exactly what happened to Marc and our high-class escort Amelie, who had arranged to meet in Düsseldorf.
They both thought it was a perfect match and came up with a great idea: Each would write an account of their wonderful encounter—from their own perspective and completely independently of one another.
The result is two wonderful, captivating accounts full of romance, passion, and sizzling atmosphere—honest, emotional, and told from two unique perspectives. I am publishing these stories here with their permission.
Thank you so much, Amelie and Marc!
Written by High-Class Escort Model Amelie
Mr. X has rented a conference room for the morning. We meet at 8:45 a.m. at his hotel room and walk the short distance to the meeting room.
He’s wearing a black business suit with a light blue shirt and smells of expensive cologne. He smiles at me with anticipation and a hint of nervousness in his eyes and compliments me on my outfit.
I’m wearing black, loose-fitting pants with a matching blazer and a cream-colored silk blouse. My hair is pulled back into a sleek bun. Only the tips of my black patent leather pumps peek out from under my pants.
Once we arrive in the meeting room, the first thing we notice—to our surprise—is that the room is completely visible from the street because it has a large window front. We look at each other and have to laugh because we’re both thinking the same thing—this could get interesting.
The owner greets us warmly and, after a brief bit of small talk, leaves the room. Now we’re alone.
Mr. X hands me my laptop
We sit down at the conference table, facing each other, and start typing. We’re both focused and working on our blog post. I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing I am?
Who will make the first move? What will happen? He stands up to close the door behind me and notices that there’s another conference room beyond the small hallway.
The room is dark and empty, and it’s clearly not rented out today
I stand up and look around the room. Then I turn toward him, look him in the eyes, and kiss him. Our desire is instantly ignited. He pulls me closer to him, and we kiss passionately.
Feeling his tongue against mine turns me on incredibly. Now we’re standing in the small passageway between the rooms, and he turns me around, presses me against the wall, and his hands slide under my blazer, over my blouse, onto my breasts. Then down my thighs, over my butt.
His hands slide under my blouse and feel my breasts
My hard nipples are pressing through my bra. He kisses my neck, my throat, and I feel myself getting wet. I reach for him with my hands, between his legs, and feel that he’s already hard…
I have only one thought: I want his cock in my mouth. Right now. So I turn around, look deep into his eyes, and drop to my knees in front of him. I start fiddling with his belt, but he stops me and just unzips his fly—his hard cock springs right out at me. So hot…
I greedily take his beautiful cock into my mouth, still looking at him and smiling as I do.
I love that so much
I lick him, suck on his glans, and take him deep into my mouth. He moans, and I just love how turned on it makes him.
He presses my head against the wall behind me and starts fucking my mouth deep.
Damn, that’s hot, I think. Then he pulls me up, kisses me again, and unzips my pants. His hand slides into my pants, and his fingers play over the thin fabric of my panties against my pussy.
I want to feel it!
His hand briefly slides into my panties and I moan. I want more of that. But after just a moment, he pulls his hand back and says that, after all, we still have plans. Phew, OK. I adjust my clothes and take a deep breath.
Back to work. We sit down at our laptops again, and I start writing down what just happened. After a short while, Mister X asks if I’d like some coffee. I say yes, and he gets up and fiddles with the coffee maker. He sets the cup down in front of me and walks over to the window.
He closes the blinds on the window. Now we’re protected from prying eyes outside.
I get up, under the pretext of checking what he’s already written down. As I approach him, we start kissing again. The fact that the blinds aren’t 100% opaque actually makes things all the more exciting, to be honest.
I turn around, rest my hands on the conference table, and stick my butt out toward him. He touches me over my clothes between my legs, and that alone makes me incredibly hot.
The desire to feel him inside me is growing stronger and stronger
His hand slides under my blouse from behind and unhooks my bra. Finally, I feel his warm hands on my bare breasts.
He plays with my nipples, kissing my neck as I press my butt against his lap and feel how hard he is again.
I get goosebumps
I’m getting hot, and my desire for him is growing stronger and stronger. And right now, he’s pulling away. I understand. No rush—we have time. Back to the article.
My thoughts are revolving around just one thing. I’m so wet I have to take off my panties. I place my panties on the chair next to me as our eyes meet. He’s realized how much I want him.
But I won’t let him toy with me anymore. I already know exactly how I’m going to bring this to an end.
So, I get back to writing. He reads his last paragraph to me. It says:
“Then I stand up, walk over to her, stand behind her, and start playing with her while she just keeps typing.”
Phew, all right. He does exactly that. I try to concentrate. He unbuttoned my blouse, pulled down my bra, sat down next to me, and started licking my left breast. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He looked at me intently while playing with his hard cock.
I can’t concentrate at all anymore; I try to type a few more words, but the sight of him sitting there, the way he’s looking at me, and how inviting his hard cock looks…
it’s too much. So I turn around and immediately get down on my knees in front of him.
I open my mouth and start giving a blowjob
I moan as I do it because licking his cock turns me on so incredibly. My lips wrap around his wet glans, and I look up at him as I do so.
“No sex, but my mouth is yours”
I say, and I can tell that’s exactly what he needs. I see pure lust in his eyes, and I love it. He says to me, “Finish me off!”
I reply, “Oh yeah! Can I? I want you to cum deep inside my mouth!” So I take his cock into my mouth while my hand grips it tightly. I suck and lick him, my tongue playing around his glans, and I moan softly—fuck, this is so hot. His breathing quickens, and I suck him more and more greedily; I want more.
I want him to come in my mouth
I finally want my reward. He’s getting louder. I can hardly wait to taste him. Now it’s time—he’s moaning faster, his hips start twitching, his cock too, and I taste his warm juice deep in my throat.
After he came, he looked into my eyes, happy and with a relaxed expression. We smile at each other. And then we get back to work.
Written by Marc
It’s 9 a.m. and the city is just coming to life. On my way to the meeting, I was really impressed by my colleague’s outfit and her laid-back attitude. We already know each other from a previous project, and we hit it off right away back then.
Sometimes you unexpectedly meet people you just get along with, for whatever reason.
Now she’s sitting across from me, and I can hardly concentrate
We type away on our laptops without saying a word. Again and again, I catch myself glancing at her over the monitor. She’s smiling, and every now and then our eyes meet. Just briefly, just fleetingly. Startled and innocent, I look back down at the monitor.
Fully focused, of course…
But is she smiling? No, my mind is playing tricks on me. That can’t be, and it mustn’t be… We don’t speak. But she’s looking at me, too; our eyes meet for longer—just a little longer—but I notice it. Or maybe I’m imagining it. Wishful thinking, reality, or a distortion of reality…
I stand up and go to close the connecting door to the conference room. As I do, I notice that there’s another empty conference room. It’s in semi-darkness and visible through an open doorway. “There’s another room,” I say. And she comes over right away and wants to take a look at it.
It’s actually nothing spectacular. Just a simple conference room. We’re about to leave when she stops in the doorway. She turns around and looks at me.
She looks at me “like that.”
She smiles and comes closer. A kiss. She kissed me. She turns me around, and we’re standing sideways in the hallway. Kissing, touching—it gets wild, but tender. She crouches down and kneels in front of me… She looks at me and, with a smile—no, with a huge grin—unzips my pants.
I don’t have to say a word: my desire is practically leaping out at her.
She takes it into her mouth
Slowly, tenderly—but at that moment, I realize I have absolutely no say in the matter. She’s made herself the boss. I can’t just let that slide, so I gently press her head against the wall and hold it there. Her expression changes, her eyes roll back, and she goes still.
Only I move my hips to the rhythm that suits me best. Slowly, intensely—and she seems to like it…
A clatter in the stairwell brings me back to reality.
We have a job to do, so I lead her back upstairs. I smile at her and say, “Focus—we still have a task to complete.” She nods, doesn’t say a word, and glances back at me over her shoulder—a look I interpret as “I’m not done with you yet.”
It had taken about a minute, but that was enough to break my concentration. I can’t get back into the flow; typing words is difficult for me, even though my arousal has subsided. I can’t turn off the mental movie playing in my head.
The door I meant to close is still open?! I must have just forgotten. I close it and try to strike up a conversation with her. Because for me, there’s only one way to regain my concentration.
I stand behind her, lean toward her, and stroke her neck. Her head tilts slightly to the side. And the letters keep flying across her monitor. She keeps typing, undeterred. But her body language speaks to me. I think that’s what they call “multilingual”! We kiss again.
Yes, the game isn’t over yet.
The sun is blinding, so I close the shutters too. She gets up and comes over to me. She wants to read what I’ve written, too. Instead of working, she reads the text of this document in great detail. She bites her lip, leans forward slightly, and I find myself staring at her amazing butt. We kiss again, and she reaches down into my crotch.
I turn her so her back is to me and press her upper body lightly toward the table. I slide my hand between her legs. She likes it, and I can feel how wet she is—even through her pants… Yet she sometimes seems so cool. Not because she’s cold, but because she has style.
Always, in every movement.
Another interruption. THE LAST ONE! (I swear to myself) because I’m almost bursting with desire. She sits there again, fully focused, typing; I can’t take my eyes off her. Suddenly, she leaves the room. Doesn’t even glance at me. I slump into my chair and try to make sense of what just happened.
I’m getting hot, so I take off my jacket.
She comes back holding her panties in her hand
Phew. What a shock! No, what a signal. She sits down and keeps typing. Her panties are next to her on the chair. I can barely control myself. I want her, and she’s waiting. That’s what I see—and hope.
So I head over again. To her. No distractions this time. This time she’ll keep writing while I touch her.
I walk over to her and whisper in her ear, “Just keep writing!” And that’s exactly what she does. I kiss her neck, unbutton her blouse, and she’s enjoying it. I tenderly lick her left breast, and now she can’t concentrate anymore.
Then I sit down on the chair next to her and unzip my pants. I show her just how much she turns me on. And she smiles. It doesn’t take long before she turns toward me, gets down on her knees in front of me, and says:
“No sex, but my mouth is all yours!”
I get even more turned on and let everything go. What a sight. Eye contact, the sound of her moving her head, her smacking her lips, looking deep into my eyes again and again, and getting wilder and wilder, more and more intense. I say, “Finish me off,” and she takes it up a notch.
After just a few moments, I’m done for. I twitch, everything’s spinning, I soak up the moment as she slows down and then stops abruptly. She sits up, and in a few quick motions, her bra and blouse are back on and her hair is in place, as if nothing had happened.
With weak knees, I walk back to my seat. I zip up my pants and start typing again. The meeting is almost over—we’re professionals, after all, and can make up for the brief distraction—and we chat innocently like good colleagues, almost like friends, but not a word about the secret interlude during the meeting.
Maybe we’ll work on a project together again soon. I’d be very happy about that.
