Note: She recently changed her name from Vanessa Summers to Alessandra. She has other reviews under her previous name.
I had some serious interest in Vanessa which grew from several perspectives…her age as my tastes tend to run toward a more mature provider, her ethnicity, the tasteful presentation of her web site (perhaps at heart I am rather prurient-- lol), and an oblique reference to her by a fellow provider who mentioned the intangibles which I seek… My curiosity was rewarded with the opportunity to meet a woman who exceeded all expectations. All physical data provided on her web site were accurate. Verification was appropriate and given the current recent events, necessary for all. I will paint the scene using pastels and you will easily understand… as an introduction, we met at her in-call location and shared a bottle of Chilean cabernet sauvignon along with some bread and freshly cut fruit. Conversation was easy and witty. This rainy day brightened immeasurably. Not a bit shy, she helped herself to the bread and fruit and matched me enthusiastically on the wine. Description?…let me start at the bottom as our shoes and socks were kicked off quickly before anything else… Vanessa has the most stunning feet…sharply, petite and sensually delicate. Truthfully, I would in the past thumb my nose at anyone with a foot fetish… however, she gave me pause, when I saw her feet. Let me briefly mentioned that I not infrequently found her feet in my hands during our session. (insert smile) Her sun dress revealed her other features which certainly continued the theme…legs and calves shapely and firm, not overly muscled…not lacking tone…just, well, perfect. Standing as we headed to the bedroom, I noticed her dress clinging to her buttocks which was in crystalline proportion to her other curves… without a bra, I could see the outline of her breasts and nipples, which were ready at attention. Even through the dress, her perfectly proportioned body radiated through the sheer sheen of her dress. Eyes intensely dark to match her hair…glossy in the dim lit room, her dress dropped silently to the floor as I took off my clothes breathless…Listen, I--Hess--love to take in the visuals but also to get into the gallop. This woman is my type and I could canter about her all day… Rain continued outside and was that thunder I heard? Read on…