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Service and/or Provider's Name:
Simona
Date of Encounter:
March 2019
Contact Method:
https://simonalarossa.escortbook.com
Appointment Length & Costs:
4 hour dinner date at 90k
Type/Location:
Regular hotel
Language Notes:
English
Details of the Encounter:
Next up of my two part series is also a dinner date, this time with the very lovely Simona. In short, for me this was another fantastic and completely unforgettable evening with a truly special lady, from start to blissful finish. The longer version is long and contains paragraphs about riding elevators.
The contact
I put in a request for a dinner date on Simona's webpage a couple of weeks prior to my trip to Tokyo. As we corresponded, we agreed to have dinner at a restaurant of her suggestion, suitable to her dietary preferences and close to the hotel I stayed.
The meet
We had decided to meet at an easy to find public space and then walk together to the restaurant. Unlike the day before when I met Alice, this time I knew how to get to the rendezvous point. Just like the day before, it was easy to identify my date. Simona is a head taller than most Japanese and so am I, so I spotted her pretty quickly upon arrival. It helps that she's also absolutely gorgeous; this slightly tan Mediterranean beauty who just exudes natural confidence and sophistication even when surrounded by giant Godzilla heads and epilepsy-inducing blinking signs that sound blip and blop everywhere.
"Simona?" I ask, to which she replies with a big smile and "yes". Wise from yesterday's encounter with Alice, I don't go in for the cheek kiss this time, even though it actually would have made more sense with Simona, her being Mediterranean and all, and I'm thinking not without a sense of pride that I'm not some schmuck who does the same thing twice. Instead we hug. Then we start heading for the restaurant.
The restaurant
No doubt about it. I'm obviously a total schmuck. "This feels familiar" I think as we turn a corner and start up a new street. Simona stops for a little bit, not being able to immediately locate the entrance to the place. "Oh, here it is!" she says, signaling for me to follow as she starts descending a flight of stairs. I haven't walked many stairs in Shinjuku, but I have walked these before. Specifically, I walked them yesterday with Alice. It's the same restaurant.
I'm glad Simona is in front as this realization dawns on me, because I'm sure I look completely dumbfounded. I do think I chuckle slightly, since I figure there's maybe one million restaurants in Tokyo, and yet here I am again, but she doesn't notice. I debate internally what to do during the ten seconds or so it takes for me to reach the bottom of the stairs. Do I want to eat here again? The food was good, but I would prefer trying something else. But what do I say? It seems to me like a pretty dumb thing to start off a date with, p4p or not. Still, based on my perception of Simona from TAG and our correspondence, I'm pretty sure she would find this funny.
Plus the fault is totally mine. Not only did both Simona and Alice (independent of each other, I might add) say the name of the place beforehand, they also said it was good for vegetarian and close to my hotel. Now my job description is basically to analyze and connect data. To detect patterns and draw conclusions. Here I just drew a blank bigger than a giant Godzilla head leering down from the top of a building. For this and other reasons, I very much hope this episode doesn't get back to any of my associates.
Ultimately, I decide to say nothing for now and just go along with it. I don't really mind and I don't want to spend time looking for a different place. At the bottom of the stairs, we're greeted by the same gentleman waiter as the night before. He greets Simona ever so warmly, and then turns to extend me the same courtesy. A subtle flicker in his eyes as he meets mine. He absolutely remembers me. I can only speculate what he's thinking. But I do notice that he takes all but a second to compute the situation, before returning to his gracious professionalism, and welcoming me without missing a beat. We don't sit at the bar, but instead choose a table. At least some change of scenery.
The dinner
I try to order something different than the night before, but I'm only partly successful as they offer set courses that largely overlap. "Oh this is interesting - what IS this?" I ask Simona of the same complimentary beetroot and grape juice I had less than 24 hours ago. I'm kind of enjoying my own little game now.
Simona is a great conversationalist and a joy to dine with. There's no halt or uncomfortable pauses to our conversation. She's almost intimidating in how educated and intelligent she is; but only almost, because she is also both very friendly and curious. There's nothing snobbish about her obvious smarts and I learn a lot.
One reason for this is that Simona's really skilled at pushing conversations forward, where she might lead you into uncharted territory, but making sure that you're onboard, without ever being patronizing. So she might give you small little pointers or side notes when broaching a new subject, and always in a seamless way that doesn't stop the flow of the conversation, so that even when you're already familiar with the subject, it's never annoying or disruptive. This is very hard to balance. Most people either overdo it or just don't at all, but she's a master of this.
She has a very captivating laughter and a lovely smile that seems layered; I got the feeling that there were often multiple things going on beneath each smile, and I enjoyed trying to figure out exactly what. There's a spark in her eyes. Sometimes, she will look down when laughing, her eyes fluttering, almost shy. It's very sweet. I think "so this is what she looks like when you catch her off guard". Not that she comes off as defensive. We just all have our barriers. So it's great to slip through the cracks, and when you do with Simona, hers is a reaction you want to see over and over again. It's just great to sit across the table, talking to her, looking at her.
The walk
Back above ground. I know from TAG that Simona likes to be discrete and not overly affectionate in public, so I'm not expecting any handholding and will not pursue it myself either. This is fine by me. It's not like there isn't any anticipation building on my behalf anyway as we start walking towards my hotel. Simona indulges me in answering my questions about the surrounding areas and acts the perfect guide. It's another great night so far and I'm very excited about the next part of it.
The elevator
Once again, I am not alone with my date for the elevator ride up to my room. Another three people are on board, including a somewhat elderly couple. We are all standing there in silence for the ride up, our stop being the last of three. When the odd person gets off at the first stop, the older man absentmindedly starts to follow. "Phil, get back here" his wife patiently beckons, in a tone not entirely different from what you might hear a parent use with a toddler. Phil stops in his tracks a second later, sort of snaps out of whatever he's got going on inside his head and gets back on, a slightly bewildered look displaying across his face.
It's apparent similar scenes have played out many times before in their marriage. The whole thing is very endearing and cute. And it really breaks the ice. We all start laughing. Soon Phil gets the nod from his wife so they can get off on the right floor and we say good night and wish them luck. Simona and I keep laughing the rest of the ride up and all the way down the very end of the corridor before finally reaching my room.
The room
Door closed and locked behind us all bets are off. I'm done looking. Now things can start happening. We begin kissing and then we don't stop. We are simply lip locked. I can't really say for how long, it's all a glorious haze. We kiss, we remove items of clothing, we keep kissing, and we keep undressing. Maybe it's because my jaw just drops at the sight of her body and Simona doesn't know what else to do with my big gaping mouth than to park her tongue in it. But I'm definitely not complaining; I love making out.
We turn on the shower that needs a bit of time to heat up before we can jump in. But I don't really remember why it felt like we moved back and forth between the bathroom and bedroom so much in the meantime. Like I said, it's all a haze. I sense that if you were to map our movements between the rooms, you would get something resembling a couple of Siamese twin Alzheimer's patients frantically trying to locate a pair of glasses they never even had to begin with. Or maybe like Phil's wife trying to rein Phil in as he drifts off in random directions on a night out, after a couple of gin fizzes.
All of a sudden we're actually in the shower and we're still kissing. We move to the bed, kissing. I kiss her all over her body, face and neck. Simona has a fantastic body, both soft and firm, with those long legs, perfect curves and beautiful skin. I think I manage to find a couple of her soft spots, and make sure to linger and pay extra attention to those. Then I go down on her, she returns the favor, and soon I'm inside her. We move all over the bed, shift positions, and all the while remain really close and still kissing, and I'm still in a euphoric haze all the way through.
Now my understanding of the natural sciences is very limited. I wouldn't know chemistry if Walter White poured nitric acid in my eyes. But gosh darn it, I think there was some chemistry in play here, at least on account of Simona being pure dynamite, or maybe it was physics, what with the sparks flying and all, and the birds and the bees and the biology studies.
After the first round, we're lying in each other's arms and I decide to fess up. "So I have something I need to tell you" I deadpan for dramatic effect. This really gets her attention. She shifts positions in bed, her muscles suddenly a little tense. I have no clue what she thinks I'm gonna say next, but I enjoy the suspense for a few seconds before I continue. "Yesterday, I had a dinner date at the exact same place as today, and I believe with someone who's a friend of yours. She is blonde."
After confirming it was Alice, Simona just bursts out laughing, her body completely relaxing. This definitely did catch her off guard. She gives me a gentle shove, buries her head in my chest and squeezes me tight. She thought it was hilarious that I just sat through dinner without saying anything and she tries to retrace the dinner to identify any involuntary hints I might have given that I had already been there. Apparently I have a decent poker face.
She makes a playful admission of her own, and we have really good banter going now. I can't remember her exact words, but it was something along the lines of how my devilishly handsome looks just made her swoon when she first laid eyes on me, or some similar such to that effect, as I recall it. We stay close together in bed.
I was more than pleased with how it all worked out. Disregarding the actual content of what I had just told her (interesting scenario: "Honey, it's the funniest thing! Yesterday, you'll never believe it, but I...), Simona's reaction was just about the most GFE thing I've ever experienced. It was such a genuine and joyous response and maybe even my favorite moment of an altogether extremely enjoyable encounter.
Simona is definitely to be credited for this. She makes you feel so at ease, and relaxed, yet somehow manages to keep you fully on edge, beyond excited, at the same time. It's a rare feeling. I'm a pretty guarded person, but as I'm writing this now I realize that with Simona I kind of let that go, and experienced a substantial loss of control (in a completely good way).
We talk and laugh and cuddle some more before starting round two. By the end, in missionary, I put her legs up on my shoulders and start pushing. Simona responds favorably. Soon I can feel that very warm, jet stream like sensation around my member as she comes. It really is a spectacular feeling, and the experience intense. Shortly after, I collapse next to her and we lie there silently for quite a while, trying to catch our breath, our hearts racing together.
Review Independence: Was this review requested by the provider?:
No, this review was written without a request.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, Will Repeat.
Closing Comments:
Simona
Date of Encounter:
March 2019
Contact Method:
https://simonalarossa.escortbook.com
Appointment Length & Costs:
4 hour dinner date at 90k
Type/Location:
Regular hotel
Language Notes:
English
Details of the Encounter:
Next up of my two part series is also a dinner date, this time with the very lovely Simona. In short, for me this was another fantastic and completely unforgettable evening with a truly special lady, from start to blissful finish. The longer version is long and contains paragraphs about riding elevators.
The contact
I put in a request for a dinner date on Simona's webpage a couple of weeks prior to my trip to Tokyo. As we corresponded, we agreed to have dinner at a restaurant of her suggestion, suitable to her dietary preferences and close to the hotel I stayed.
The meet
We had decided to meet at an easy to find public space and then walk together to the restaurant. Unlike the day before when I met Alice, this time I knew how to get to the rendezvous point. Just like the day before, it was easy to identify my date. Simona is a head taller than most Japanese and so am I, so I spotted her pretty quickly upon arrival. It helps that she's also absolutely gorgeous; this slightly tan Mediterranean beauty who just exudes natural confidence and sophistication even when surrounded by giant Godzilla heads and epilepsy-inducing blinking signs that sound blip and blop everywhere.
"Simona?" I ask, to which she replies with a big smile and "yes". Wise from yesterday's encounter with Alice, I don't go in for the cheek kiss this time, even though it actually would have made more sense with Simona, her being Mediterranean and all, and I'm thinking not without a sense of pride that I'm not some schmuck who does the same thing twice. Instead we hug. Then we start heading for the restaurant.
The restaurant
No doubt about it. I'm obviously a total schmuck. "This feels familiar" I think as we turn a corner and start up a new street. Simona stops for a little bit, not being able to immediately locate the entrance to the place. "Oh, here it is!" she says, signaling for me to follow as she starts descending a flight of stairs. I haven't walked many stairs in Shinjuku, but I have walked these before. Specifically, I walked them yesterday with Alice. It's the same restaurant.
I'm glad Simona is in front as this realization dawns on me, because I'm sure I look completely dumbfounded. I do think I chuckle slightly, since I figure there's maybe one million restaurants in Tokyo, and yet here I am again, but she doesn't notice. I debate internally what to do during the ten seconds or so it takes for me to reach the bottom of the stairs. Do I want to eat here again? The food was good, but I would prefer trying something else. But what do I say? It seems to me like a pretty dumb thing to start off a date with, p4p or not. Still, based on my perception of Simona from TAG and our correspondence, I'm pretty sure she would find this funny.
Plus the fault is totally mine. Not only did both Simona and Alice (independent of each other, I might add) say the name of the place beforehand, they also said it was good for vegetarian and close to my hotel. Now my job description is basically to analyze and connect data. To detect patterns and draw conclusions. Here I just drew a blank bigger than a giant Godzilla head leering down from the top of a building. For this and other reasons, I very much hope this episode doesn't get back to any of my associates.
Ultimately, I decide to say nothing for now and just go along with it. I don't really mind and I don't want to spend time looking for a different place. At the bottom of the stairs, we're greeted by the same gentleman waiter as the night before. He greets Simona ever so warmly, and then turns to extend me the same courtesy. A subtle flicker in his eyes as he meets mine. He absolutely remembers me. I can only speculate what he's thinking. But I do notice that he takes all but a second to compute the situation, before returning to his gracious professionalism, and welcoming me without missing a beat. We don't sit at the bar, but instead choose a table. At least some change of scenery.
The dinner
I try to order something different than the night before, but I'm only partly successful as they offer set courses that largely overlap. "Oh this is interesting - what IS this?" I ask Simona of the same complimentary beetroot and grape juice I had less than 24 hours ago. I'm kind of enjoying my own little game now.
Simona is a great conversationalist and a joy to dine with. There's no halt or uncomfortable pauses to our conversation. She's almost intimidating in how educated and intelligent she is; but only almost, because she is also both very friendly and curious. There's nothing snobbish about her obvious smarts and I learn a lot.
One reason for this is that Simona's really skilled at pushing conversations forward, where she might lead you into uncharted territory, but making sure that you're onboard, without ever being patronizing. So she might give you small little pointers or side notes when broaching a new subject, and always in a seamless way that doesn't stop the flow of the conversation, so that even when you're already familiar with the subject, it's never annoying or disruptive. This is very hard to balance. Most people either overdo it or just don't at all, but she's a master of this.
She has a very captivating laughter and a lovely smile that seems layered; I got the feeling that there were often multiple things going on beneath each smile, and I enjoyed trying to figure out exactly what. There's a spark in her eyes. Sometimes, she will look down when laughing, her eyes fluttering, almost shy. It's very sweet. I think "so this is what she looks like when you catch her off guard". Not that she comes off as defensive. We just all have our barriers. So it's great to slip through the cracks, and when you do with Simona, hers is a reaction you want to see over and over again. It's just great to sit across the table, talking to her, looking at her.
The walk
Back above ground. I know from TAG that Simona likes to be discrete and not overly affectionate in public, so I'm not expecting any handholding and will not pursue it myself either. This is fine by me. It's not like there isn't any anticipation building on my behalf anyway as we start walking towards my hotel. Simona indulges me in answering my questions about the surrounding areas and acts the perfect guide. It's another great night so far and I'm very excited about the next part of it.
The elevator
Once again, I am not alone with my date for the elevator ride up to my room. Another three people are on board, including a somewhat elderly couple. We are all standing there in silence for the ride up, our stop being the last of three. When the odd person gets off at the first stop, the older man absentmindedly starts to follow. "Phil, get back here" his wife patiently beckons, in a tone not entirely different from what you might hear a parent use with a toddler. Phil stops in his tracks a second later, sort of snaps out of whatever he's got going on inside his head and gets back on, a slightly bewildered look displaying across his face.
It's apparent similar scenes have played out many times before in their marriage. The whole thing is very endearing and cute. And it really breaks the ice. We all start laughing. Soon Phil gets the nod from his wife so they can get off on the right floor and we say good night and wish them luck. Simona and I keep laughing the rest of the ride up and all the way down the very end of the corridor before finally reaching my room.
The room
Door closed and locked behind us all bets are off. I'm done looking. Now things can start happening. We begin kissing and then we don't stop. We are simply lip locked. I can't really say for how long, it's all a glorious haze. We kiss, we remove items of clothing, we keep kissing, and we keep undressing. Maybe it's because my jaw just drops at the sight of her body and Simona doesn't know what else to do with my big gaping mouth than to park her tongue in it. But I'm definitely not complaining; I love making out.
We turn on the shower that needs a bit of time to heat up before we can jump in. But I don't really remember why it felt like we moved back and forth between the bathroom and bedroom so much in the meantime. Like I said, it's all a haze. I sense that if you were to map our movements between the rooms, you would get something resembling a couple of Siamese twin Alzheimer's patients frantically trying to locate a pair of glasses they never even had to begin with. Or maybe like Phil's wife trying to rein Phil in as he drifts off in random directions on a night out, after a couple of gin fizzes.
All of a sudden we're actually in the shower and we're still kissing. We move to the bed, kissing. I kiss her all over her body, face and neck. Simona has a fantastic body, both soft and firm, with those long legs, perfect curves and beautiful skin. I think I manage to find a couple of her soft spots, and make sure to linger and pay extra attention to those. Then I go down on her, she returns the favor, and soon I'm inside her. We move all over the bed, shift positions, and all the while remain really close and still kissing, and I'm still in a euphoric haze all the way through.
Now my understanding of the natural sciences is very limited. I wouldn't know chemistry if Walter White poured nitric acid in my eyes. But gosh darn it, I think there was some chemistry in play here, at least on account of Simona being pure dynamite, or maybe it was physics, what with the sparks flying and all, and the birds and the bees and the biology studies.
After the first round, we're lying in each other's arms and I decide to fess up. "So I have something I need to tell you" I deadpan for dramatic effect. This really gets her attention. She shifts positions in bed, her muscles suddenly a little tense. I have no clue what she thinks I'm gonna say next, but I enjoy the suspense for a few seconds before I continue. "Yesterday, I had a dinner date at the exact same place as today, and I believe with someone who's a friend of yours. She is blonde."
After confirming it was Alice, Simona just bursts out laughing, her body completely relaxing. This definitely did catch her off guard. She gives me a gentle shove, buries her head in my chest and squeezes me tight. She thought it was hilarious that I just sat through dinner without saying anything and she tries to retrace the dinner to identify any involuntary hints I might have given that I had already been there. Apparently I have a decent poker face.
She makes a playful admission of her own, and we have really good banter going now. I can't remember her exact words, but it was something along the lines of how my devilishly handsome looks just made her swoon when she first laid eyes on me, or some similar such to that effect, as I recall it. We stay close together in bed.
I was more than pleased with how it all worked out. Disregarding the actual content of what I had just told her (interesting scenario: "Honey, it's the funniest thing! Yesterday, you'll never believe it, but I...), Simona's reaction was just about the most GFE thing I've ever experienced. It was such a genuine and joyous response and maybe even my favorite moment of an altogether extremely enjoyable encounter.
Simona is definitely to be credited for this. She makes you feel so at ease, and relaxed, yet somehow manages to keep you fully on edge, beyond excited, at the same time. It's a rare feeling. I'm a pretty guarded person, but as I'm writing this now I realize that with Simona I kind of let that go, and experienced a substantial loss of control (in a completely good way).
We talk and laugh and cuddle some more before starting round two. By the end, in missionary, I put her legs up on my shoulders and start pushing. Simona responds favorably. Soon I can feel that very warm, jet stream like sensation around my member as she comes. It really is a spectacular feeling, and the experience intense. Shortly after, I collapse next to her and we lie there silently for quite a while, trying to catch our breath, our hearts racing together.
Review Independence: Was this review requested by the provider?:
No, this review was written without a request.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, Will Repeat.
Closing Comments:
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