I had really missed Katherine...ever since she quietly left Room Service a year ago. I'd long felt she was, by far, the best-educated, most intelligent, and well-spoken lady there. Her tall, slender, model-like appearance, her affectionate ways, and her ability to discuss well with me her many serious interests - all of her special qualities had always held tremendous appeal for me.
Well, a mutual acquaintance told me she has been working as a pretty-highly-paid clothes model. But now that her BF is off on a long assignment, very far away, she's dating again, and starting a little escorting on the side. Wow! It took a while, but through connections, my e-mail address and phone were forwarded to her. She just called me yesterday. Wow.
She told me she's just starting a new website and has added some unclothed pictures to some of her recent clothing-model ones. She remembered me; and yes, she'd love to see me!
We arranged for her to come to my house last night.
I immediately looked up her new Indy website on my home computer. A dozen terrific new revealing pictures. Super Wow.
I don't think I've been as excited since my early youth (and I'm now an old guy). That wasn't just from her new pictures. I've kept fond memories of many conversations Katherine and I had, and I've admired her character, intelligence, education, and many very interesting life experiences. She always felt to me, believe it or not, much more like a real GF than just another escort.
I had booked her for two hours, and anticipated her visit eagerly, all day into the evening approaching our appointment time. At last, she arrived, driving a handsome big truck, four minutes early.
Katherine looks just stunning. Actually, much better than I remembered. Her current experience posing for clothing and lingerie catalogs shows in her new confidence. We sat in my living room and talked like old friends, for probably the better part of an hour. Nothing at all sexual - not even any kissing yet - just talk.
Katherine sensed I was worried about our time being used up. She considerately volunteered, 'Don't worry about the clock. I'm not watching it. You're my first client in a year, and I have time now to stay here with you...for as long as you like.' Holy God!
We embraced a long while, kissed a long while, and then went, giggling, upstairs to my bedroom...