After Midnight

 After midnight
We're gonna let it all hang out
After midnight
We're gonna chug-a-lug and shout
We're gonna cause talk and suspicion
Give an exhibition
Find out what it is all about
​J J Cale - After Midnight

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Not really about "Ceremony" WW#390 although given half a chance I make it something of a ritual - not writing much at the moment so sharing this while its fresh

Once, before the internet, I lived alone in a part of town where there was a local paper published every Friday.  At the back of the paper in the personals were advertisements for massage parlours and escort agencies.  Sometimes I would find myself late in the evening wanting to fuck a woman and the newspaper would call out to me.
 
Finally I would give in and look at the ads, circle an agency and call the number.  The receptionist would begin by letting me know who was working that evening but back then I wasn’t looking for any particular kinks just a good looking woman who was ready to be fucked.  Back then I could drink a lot but still get rock hard without any assistance so it was straightforward hard cock in tight vagina I wanted.  Once we had established that someone like "Blonde Jennifer aged 25" was available and could be with me in 30 minutes, we agreed on the length of her visit and the price and I put down the phone.
 
My heart would be racing by now and I had to get ready.  I would take a shower but I didn’t pay the same attention to personal grooming as I do now.  I certainly didn't shave my genitals but then it was very unlikely that Blonde Jennifer would be shaved either but I would be clean and sweet smelling when she arrived. The anticipation was excruciating as I imagined what she might look like, whether she would be wearing stockings, how she would speak but above all how she would behave.  Would she be businesslike and just want to get it over with or would she accept my offer of a drink and chat for a while letting me feast on  glimpses of her thighs and breasts before kissing me?
 
The street door buzzer disturbed my reverie and I felt my cock instantly harden.  This was it – she was standing outside the block and I quickly moved to the door and let her in saying I’m in flat 14 on the second floor.  It was nearly 1 am and  the noise of her heels on the stone stairs seemed incredibly loud as she made her way up.  I now faced a dilemma – did I open the door fully and watch her as she emerged from the stair or wait until she was almost outside?  Despite my excitement I would make myself wait until I could hear her approach the door.
 
Now it was game on – in a few second I would see the woman who  would be ready to open her legs and let me push my penis into her cunt.  The thrill of seeing the face of that stranger is simply one of the best things I did, and still do – what comes later will be satisfying but nothing compares to those first few seconds.  This time she is beautiful, she is smiling, she is dressed in a way that emphasises her figure and she is here to be fucked.
 
I have no idea how many times I did this and albeit in a different ways that thrill is something I still pursue and those escorts who don’t reveal their faces like Jade or Carla have given me some utterly memorable sessions.  Two of those encounters from that time stick in my mind.  There was the girl with long brown hair who dressed like she was heading for the local pub rather than a sexual encounter.  She was pretty and spoke openly about only working occasionally as an escort.  She said she enjoyed having sex and if she didn’t have a regular boyfriend she contacted the agency and asked them to arrange a few clients for her.  The mind plays funny tricks and I remember clearly that she was wearing a pair of really good fishnet stockings that I took great delight in caressing as I move towards her vagina to prepare it for penetration. 
 
The other was a a slim short haired blonde in her early twenties who seemed a little nervous when she arrived and reluctant to remove her clothes.  Eventually she confessed that she wasn’t really an escort at all!  She was the receptionist and when I called she was knew that all the escorts were busy and wouldn't be making any more visits that night.  She was, of course, well aware that they would be paid more for having sex with a single client than she would for a whole shift and she had decided to take the booking herself.  My first reaction was to tell her to leave but she persuaded me that she really was happy for me to fuck her and removed her her skirt and knickers to prove it.  Strangely she insisted on keeping her tee shirt on however.  She proved to be an enthusiastic partner but years later I realised what an opportunity I missed.  A young pretty girl was giving me the opportunity to be her first paying customer and I should have given her encouragement and support and taught her how to please me rather than just fuck her.  It is something that I really only learned later – the best escorts will be very clear and even matter of fact about sex but if you make an effort to ensure the experience is enjoyable for them too you will be rewarded!  I know escorts who have orgasms with me and I am certain they are for real and I am always clear that I am happy to do whatever it is that they enjoy in return for the pleasure they give me.  It would never have occurred to me back then that some girls really do get a kick out of fucking men with a strap on but I am glad I found out.
 
The wider world has changed just as my private world has changed in the years since but the thrill of hearing those high heels clicking toward my door remains with me still.  In fact I think I shall have very soon have to go to a hotel and arrange for a complete stranger to come knocking at my door after midnight one more time!