Mallorca: Where I discovered my passion as an Independent Escort
Occasionally I am asked how I came to it, besides my job the way as an independent escort. Mostly I lie in the arms of a gentleman with whom I was already allowed to spend beautiful hours.
As a small tribute to my "first time" I have written down for you the erotic story of how I discovered my passion as an independent escort. Of course I have the permission of the actors involved. After all, discretion is an important value for an independent escort like me.
An island, a gentleman and an "immoral" offer
Mallorca is a dream island with beautiful bays and beaches, a great old town and exclusive restaurants. And the reason why you are reading these lines. Because that's where I discovered my passion as an escort. In fact, I came on a rather unusual way to become active as an independent escort.
It was about a year or two ago when I decided to take a little holiday to the Balearic island. I was accompanied by my girlfriend, who had made the suggestion to travel to Mallorca in the first place. She knew the island quite well and had a long lasting relationship with a Mallorcan there. I thought it was a wonderful idea, because it meant I wasn't travelling alone.
I was really looking forward to this little trip of seven days, which would mean more than just a little short vacation from my quite demanding job. Because as it turned out, this trip would change everything I knew so far about eroticism and sensual adventures.
Anyone who has ever been to Mallorca knows that moment when the doors of the plane open and the warm sea air is already blowing towards you. It is a very special and beautiful scent. Arrived in Palma, we were already received by the life partner of my girlfriend.
We drove in the convertible along the Paseo Maritimo with its swaying palm trees and spectacular sea views towards Calvia, where their finca was located. Surrounded by olive and lemon trees revealed this beautiful spot where we stayed for the next few days.
We spent our first evening at the finca with good wine and homemade tapas. J., the friend of my girlfriend, invited some friends and neighbors that evening, including C. He came from London and also spent a few days on the island. C. had a sovereign aura about him, I liked his British humor and his gallant manner right away. And of course I inquired with my friend about C.
She smiled meaningfully as she told me that C. usually showed up to social events with beautiful, and, well, special women from London, and often spent his time on the island with them as well. "Special, what do you mean by special?", I asked my friend. "Well," she replied, "C. is single, but he doesn't prefer girlfriends in the strict sense and doesn't want a relationship."
I didn't really understand what she was alluding to....
"Maya, Escorts. I'm talking about independent escort ladies who also provide travel companionship. He books them for his time here on the island," she replied to my questioning expression.
Ah, of course I was familiar with the term escort, only I had never been able to imagine anything concrete about it. Let alone that I ever had points of contact in my "worldly" professional and private life.
My curiosity to learn more about the topic of escort - and of course about C. - grew during the course of our conversation. I thought more and more about how exciting an activity as an escort lady must be.
I felt this world captivating me. As we walked back to the others, C. beamed at me. I blushed. Did he know what my friend had told me?
I returned his gaze, smiled, and sat down next to him.
"Say, C., can I ask you something?", I heard myself whisper. Jesus, what had gotten into me to ask him like that?
Him: "Sure. But if that's what I think, let's go somewhere else so we can talk."
We settled down by the pool and stretched our bare legs into the cool water.
"C., let me ask you a question: how does this escort thing work?", I ambushed him.
C. had to laugh, "Wow, no sooner are you on the island than you've discovered my sweet secret."
I blushed again. Maybe I was a bit too direct...
He must have noticed my frightened face and therefore calmed me down immediately.
"No, Maya, it's all good. I'm open about it and I also stand by the fact that I prefer to book an escort. Any kind of relationship model doesn't fit my life unfortunately, I'm on the road too much for that." He smiled at me, broad and unabashedly charming.
"But to answer your question, it's basically a business arrangement aimed at a good time, which I'm willing to pay for. And yes, of course, eroticism is part of it."
His hand touched my knee for a moment as he said that. And there it was again: that tingling sensation. This man, this unknown, this wicked, this mysterious - all of it appealed to me and touched me in a way I hadn't discovered about myself before. This thing with the escort ladies he preferred to book, and his naturalness to deal with it.
"Have I shocked you now?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"No, no, I find it exciting, very exciting in fact," I replied as calmly as I could.
"Hmm, so exciting that you might want to spend a day and a night with me?"
I was perplexed. Had he seriously made me an offer now? "Yeah, sure," I said, not really thinking about what I was getting myself into.
"Good, I'll pick you up for lunch tomorrow at noon. After that, we could take the boat out. Right now, though, we should get back to the other guests."
He helped me up and we walked back to the group. My knees felt all shaky. Had I now actually said YES to an escort date, a paid date with a complete stranger? An explosion of emotion between joy, curiosity and burgeoning doubt overcame me.
Like he could read my mind....
"And, Maya: if you don't like it, we can always stop and I'll take you back to the finca."
That night I couldn't sleep for excitement. I had an escort date tomorrow, just like that!
My head was spinning. What should I wear, how should I act, what will he expect from me, will I feel comfortable, will he feel comfortable? Questions upon questions, mixed with this indefinable tingling. It was a whole new feeling running through me. A feeling I liked, a lot.
I spent the next morning preparing myself as best I could for my first date as an escort. When around noon C. came in his jeep up the driveway, I received him with my most beautiful summer dress and full of nervousness.
"You look beautiful, Maya. I like your dress, but I like the woman in it even more. Let's grab a bite to eat and get to know each other a little better."
I liked his compliment and his confident and easy-going manner. It was honest and informal, with an ease that I occasionally lacked on private dates.
Maybe it was because we both knew where our time together would most likely lead. There was no need for the usual mutual sounding out and tactics, because we knew in advance that we would simply spend a nice time together.
We arrived in Portals Nous, a sophisticated port in the southwestern part of Mallorca. There, C. had already reserved a table for us in an exclusive restaurant overlooking the impressive yachts anchored there. While a selection of many typical Mallorcan delicacies were served, we grew closer. Our conversation flowed, effortless, witty, relaxed, charming and intensely flirtatious... I enjoyed lunch in this place and this man, this interesting, urbane bon vivant.
The question of whether I wanted to sleep with him was not on my mind. Rather, I was concerned with the question of when we would sleep together.
Time flew and we hurried to get to the boat. The "boat" turned out to be a full-grown motor yacht that glided powerfully through the water and brought us to the bay Caló des Moro. There we dropped anchor. C. came to me, put his arm around me and handed me a glass of champagne.
"Are you comfortable, Maya?"
Did I feel good? No, I didn't just feel good, I was bursting with happiness!
"C., it's just spectacular. And yes, I feel very, very comfortable here with you."
I turned my head toward him so that our faces were almost touching.
I set my glass down and pulled him towards me, wanting to kiss him, taste him and, yes, feel him too.
Our lips met, hesitantly at first, then melding into a passionate kiss. His lips moved to the crook of my neck, which he wetted with tender kisses, while his hands slid exploratively along my body.
Through his linen pants I could clearly feel his lust. We stood close together on the stern of the yacht, greedily exploring, kissing and caressing each other. When I tried to unbutton his shirt, he held my hand tightly and pulled me inside the yacht.
"Follow me unobtrusively!" he grinned. Our way led us below deck to a sophisticated cabin with a generous bed.
I closed the door behind us. And pushed him onto the bed, unsure if I wasn't being too forward. But I wanted him badly - and I wanted him now. This atmosphere, the sound of the waves gently crashing against the side of the boat, the gentle sway of the yacht and my desire for him made my desire for more unstoppable.
I sat astride him and pulled my dress over my head. I had no bra on, my long hair played around my breasts and my erect and hard nipples. While I took off his shirt, he took my butt in both hands and pressed me against his hard cock, eager to be released from his briefs. Like a gift, I unwrapped his erect member. Now we were both naked and paused. We looked at each other, stroked each other ...
Meanwhile, his hand wandered into my private parts and explored me. I felt his finger sliding tentatively inside me. I moaned, it was electrifying. Gently demanding while very slowly he found my pleasure spot. I enjoyed his every move, and with each little push of his finger, another surge of unbridled pleasure flowed through me as his lips caressed my breasts.
"Are you ready to feel all of me?" he whispered. I wasn't just ready, I was aching for it. He pulled out a condom for our protection and slipped it over his bulging member.
"Come sit on me. I want to see you come!" he urged me, pulling me onto his lap. We slid into each other and he filled me so full my breath was taken away. I moved slowly swaying, wanting to enjoy and savor every second until we would both inevitably come.
He watched me smiling as I rode him lustfully. My movements became more intense, that pleasure, his moans and then his hands gripping my buttocks demanding and pressing me even harder on him, my blood rushing, my heart pounding wildly. His breathing grew heavier and wilder, I moved faster and faster, we came. We came together in an intensity I had never felt before.
The aftershock of our orgasms continued to flood through both of us for minutes until we broke away from each other, exhausted.
We enjoyed the silence, nestled together. No words were necessary.
I had no words to even begin to describe what I had just felt with such intensity. One thing I knew for sure: I wanted more of it. More of this kind of eroticism, this sex, this devotion, this non-commitment of a passionate adventure between two people, two strangers who give themselves respectfully and above all passionately to each other.
Yes, I wanted to experience more of this world, as an independent escort and as a lover on time. The rest of the evening and the night we enjoyed on the yacht, accompanied by dreamy eroticism, wonderful music, great food, lukewarm night air and a courageous jump into the warm sea in the middle of the night.
The next morning opened up to me like a dream come true. I enjoyed our last hours on the yacht with him and a wonderful champagne breakfast.
C. smiled at me pensively as we drove slowly back into the harbor.
"So, Maya, did you enjoy our time together?"
"I hope that was just a rhetorical question," I replied. "Of course I liked it, a lot!" The glow of last night was still evident in me.
He grinned and pointed to the envelope lying on the table that I only just noticed. "This is for you. And I thank you very much for the good times with you."
It sounded like goodbye, which made me a little sad. But yeah, that was the deal. And that's what being a temporary lover is all about.
"Perhaps you'd like to come and see me in London on the same terms some time?" he added. "I should be very glad to see you again."
And a few weeks later, I flew to London.
I am very grateful to C., because he showed me this exciting world. And I am glad that I can live out my adventurousness, sexuality and passion in this world and satisfy it with like-minded gentlemen.
