Review by FOODCRITIC, July, 2008
When the time came I knocked and she opened the door. She looked great in her low cut, clingy short halter dress. For you breast men, look a little higher her face is up here. Her face is attractive, not stunning but nice enough, and her shape is out of this world nice. She is petite with an hourglass figure, very nicely proportioned with a graceful curve from her neck to her soft shoulders where her auburn hair softly fell. She showed her nice legs and her feet are small, nicely maintained and were encased in some shoes that were elegant and sexy. Enough for first impressions. She extended her hand for a shake and we exchanged pleasantries. I went inside to hear soft mood music playing, lights dimmed but not dark and she smelled softly of gardenias. I looked around as she offered me a drink, I asked for water but somehow it remained untouched. On the table was a nice setting for two…nice plates, cloth napkins in silver rings, the works. Additionally she had prepared some snacks of spicey and swet chicken wings with an asian flair and a sesame seed accent and had plated them nicely with garnish. There was also a relish tray complete with olives, gerkins and sliced apples. I was beginning to wish I had a multi hour session instead of one hour. I had promised Kelly my best BFE for this new, nervous lady so we went to the couch and made some small talk. Nerves apparent I explained that I was in no rush, would happily respect her “no’s”, and would just love to hear her preferences. Soon we were caressing and the soft FK began. As I held her face in my hands our kisses grew deeper, she was responding and so was I. I followed her to the bedroom and enjoyed the floor to ceiling mirror that covered one wall and served as closet doors just next to the bed. She let her dress fall leaving only her black, French cut panties and those shoes. More kisses and caresses.