Erotic story: Sensual night under the canopy of stars
Ever since I can remember, the starry sky has fascinated me. Even when I was young, I used to sit at the window at night and stare up at the sky. Whenever I get to visit a beautiful country hotel, I take some time to enjoy the view outside - away from the light pollution of the big city. But even I would never have dared to dream how overwhelming the feeling of indulging in pleasure under the canopy of stars can be.
As an escort I move on the fine line between romance and eroticism. At best, I dance like a ballerina between the two poles, without moving the scales too much in one direction. I think in this story I manage to balance the two aspects. On the one hand, the romantic moments at the candlelight dinner, on the other hand, the sensual pleasure that follows the meal. And maybe this erotic story will inspire you to make your own dream of an escort date come true. I would be delighted...
Prelude to an unforgettable night
Our story takes place on a balmy summer evening in early autumn. The sun has reared its head one last time, warming the air pleasantly. I stand outside on the terrace and enjoy the stunning view of the landscape in the light of the evening sun. The luxury hotel is somewhat hidden between the vineyards and gives a view of a unique scene in the midst of nature.
My gentleman has shown tact in the selection of the suite. A highlight, in addition to the king-size bed, is the huge terrace that surrounds our rooms on three sides. On the large sun loungers it is certainly wonderful to relax. We will be able to have breakfast in the light of the morning sun tomorrow morning, after our overnight date. But until then, a few hours should pass.
I'm about to turn around to invite him to join me in this spectacle. But he is already standing in the open balcony door, his head leaning against the frame, watching me as the wind caresses my long hair. His gaze follows my silhouette and finally arrives at my face. The intensity of his facial expressions almost makes me forget the cool breeze - so warm do my cheeks suddenly become.
I return the smile and approach him with deliberate steps. My hands run along the sides of his loose-fitting shirt until they come to rest under his collarbone and we look deeply into each other's eyes. A few heartbeats pass before I stand on my tiptoes and our lips touch, soft and searching.
Sensual thoughts in the bathroom
I really enjoy overnight bookings. It's a beautiful idea that we wake up arm in arm with each other in the morning. But there's another advantage: we have all the time in the world in the evening to warm up to each other and find our own rhythm. With a clear deadline breathing down my neck, for example, I wouldn't be able to float relaxed in the bathtub right now. Huge clouds of foam float on the surface of the water, covering my body (almost) completely, and my head goes through all the beautiful scenarios that could soon follow.
Normally, I would spend the precious time during a date at the gentleman's side. But he explicitly asked me to take a little time in the bathroom while he took care of dinner. Through the steam, the sweet perfume of the bath oil spread to all corners of the small room. This is joined by the heavenly scent of a home-cooked dinner that is being brought to perfection in the kitchenette of the suite.
9 times out of 10 I enjoy a dinner date at a charming restaurant, but there are exceptions. Like in this case, where my lover is a passionate amateur chef. Maybe that's why he booked the suite with its own gourmet kitchen? In any case, I'm totally excited as I step out of the tides like Venus. How unusual to put on makeup and tame my hair in the hotel bathroom! It all adds to the intimate atmosphere of this meeting.
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An enchanting dinner by torchlight and moonlight
When I come out of the bathroom in my black evening dress, it has already become dark. Rustic torches are burning on the terrace, bathing a single table in an almost magical light. I'm standing at the patio door admiring the transformation when I feel two large hands close around my waist from behind. He sinks his warm face into the crook of my neck and takes a deep breath. I feel his lips on my skin and a soft sigh - or was it a moan? - escapes me. "It's beautiful," I whisper. I feel him smile against my skin. "Sit down, I've prepared something for us." With every word, every movement of his lips, I squirm in his arms.
Of course, I follow his request. He disappears briefly in the darkness of the suite and comes back with the amuse-gueule and a small appetizer. The food is excellent, but almost more beautiful is the atmosphere. The fire from the candles and torches conjures shadows on his face. It's much more casual and relaxed than a date in a starred restaurant.
We chat animatedly, and my hand keeps finding its way to his forearm. When he notices that I'm shivering, he disappears briefly into the suite with a smile and comes back with the main course and a blanket for my shoulders. How thoughtful! We continue to flirt and I feel the butterflies in my stomach begin to dance. It's a misconception that an escort date goes from a kiss of welcome to bed without much ado. That can be, of course, but much more often I encounter gentlemen who enjoy flirting and courting. And I enjoy that too, of course!
Even the most beautiful dinner ends with dessert. The chocolate mousse is decadent and a fantastic ending to this extraordinary dinner. I look up and notice that the moon has risen and the stars are resplendent in the sky. "You have a charming smile," I hear from across the table. I return the compliment with a smile, stand up and circle the table. His hand is warm in mine as I pull him toward the spacious sun loungers, the blanket wrapped tightly around my shoulders.
Only the constellations are watching us....
"This is Andromeda, the beautiful princess who was freed by her beloved Perseus when she was to be sacrificed to the gods," I whisper, my hand outstretched to trace the constellation. "As beautiful as you?" I hear his raspy voice against my ear. His body is warm beneath me, and I feel him run his fingers over my bare skin. I giggle softly and snuggle up to him.
Sex under the open sky is a dangerous game. At least it is if you don't have a private roof terrace that can't be seen from any side. But at that moment everything fit: the light of the stars above us, the torchlight keeping us warm, the atmosphere of the evening...
I am glad that we have no time pressure and can lie here together - sweaty and exhausted, but happy. I love the sensual glow, the wonderful feeling of intimacy afterwards. And I think it would be less intense if we had fallen into bed right after the greeting.
I would love to fall asleep, under the light of the stars. But the evening is still young - and only covered by the moonlight, it is admittedly getting a bit chilly. Good that we can warm up inside under the blanket - and maybe there is still some of the chocolate mousse left...
Conclusion: And what is your fantasy?
As you can see, we can arrange our rendezvous as we want. There is no secret escort rule that there must be a visit to a restaurant. Maybe we want to cook together? Or even snuggle up with a pizza from room service in the suite? I am open to your ideas.
If you have a special idea or fantasy, we should talk about it beforehand. It is a high art to find the right balance of spontaneity and planning. Our escort date should not be planned to the last second. A rough plan is sufficient. Or do you want to be surprised and let our time together come to you freely? That is also perfectly fine.
If you're looking for inspiration, my summer bucket list may have a few ideas for you - even if not everything works in winter weather.
I would like to inspire you with my story not only sensually and show you how a date could go, but also stimulate. You can be the next gentleman with whom I share my love of the starry sky. It would be my honor.
Kisses,
Maya
