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IND Two perfect nights in Tokyo...with Simona. Part 2.

Koriel

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Service and/or Provider's Name:
Simona

Date of Encounter:
Early Nov 2019

Contact Method:
https://simonalarossa.escortbook.com/contact

Appointment Length & Costs:
4 hrs dinner+dessert. 90k+tip+LH

Type/Location:
LH

Language Notes:
English

Details of the Encounter:
Disclaimer: half of our time was a dinner date and so half of this is rated-g. If you're one of those types who fast-forwards your porn, feel free to scroll down and skip the foreplay. Otherwise, read on and (hopefully) enjoy.

This was a trip of many firsts. My first time in Tokyo. My first time P4P (the previous night...with Simona). And my first visit to Shinjuku and a LH.

All afternoon I wandered around Shinjuku in awe. This seemed like what I had envisioned Tokyo was like (as opposed to the sterile, generic downtown business sector I had stayed in for the last week). It was full of energy and life. I soaked it all in and even partook in some of the cheesier tourist activities. By the time our appointed hour arrived, I was ready to unplug with some fine dining and dessert with my newest friend in Tokyo, Simona.

I waited at the designated rendezvous spot, thankful that I at least knew what she looked like. Not that she's hard to spot. Like me, she stands above the crowd, but, unlike me, the way her long legs gracefully carry her sophisticated presence makes her approach unmistakeable.

The street, the neon maelstroms above, the flurry of human ants all around... it all dissolves into background noise as I spot her.

Our greeting is subtle but friendly, as appropriate for the culture and our mutual need for discretion.

We discovered early on that we had nicely overlapping dietary considerations. Ever the gracious host, she led me to a nearby restaurant specializing in my culinary desires.

We had a pleasant, albeit slightly lengthy, dinner. We talked of many things. Food, language, culture, kitties. We chuckled at the waiter closely monitoring our use (or lack thereof) of the little trays of paired spices proffered with each course.

I mentioned that one of my business hosts had gifted me a nice bottle of fancy liquor from their home region (outside of Asia). I said that I don't drink enough to work my way through such a prize in any reasonable timeframe- plus I would be flying again soon and I do everything in my power to carry on only and this boat anchor would force me to check bags. After concluding that she too would not be able to put it to good use, we brainstormed on who and where to gift it to as I had been quietly packing it around Shinjuku in my backpack all day.

We talked of work, travel and ancestry. I studied her graceful features, watching how her eyes looked different in a certain way anytime she was talking about things personal and dear to her. It was heartwarming to get these behind-the-scenes fleeting glimpses into the independent, successful young woman sitting across from me.

The teenager in me, rousted the previous night like Gojira from his eternal slumber, was nagging me, pointing out that many of these conversations could be equally engaging if conducted while cuddling in post-coital bliss.

Patience, my young padawan. Only the journey can achieve your destination.

But, damn I admit it, I was getting horny.

We had thought of gifting the bottle of liquor to the restaurateur so concerned with our spice intake, but alas, we forgot and so it continued the journey in my backpack.

We wrapped up and headed out into the neon (technically LED?) night. My only wish is that I could have offered her my outstretched elbow in a gentlemanly fashion as we walked but cultural considerations seemed contrary to this.

After a short walk up a hill, we arrived at a LH. I found the entire LH experience enthralling, exciting and intriguing- and a major turn on. We picked from a menu screen, paid at a window, and headed up. The room was amazingly appointed, much larger and more opulent than my far-more-expensive business hotel. I somehow doubted that LHs are on our corporate travel booking tool, but I made every vow to stay at more LHs in the future.

Once inside we didn't lose any time. Started with the requisite cleansing, including some very arousing mutual showering. We kissed at length while I wrapped my arms around her and washed her back and rubbed her shoulders while she primed my pump with a healthy two-handed wash technique down south. Every appendage had a job to do giving or receiving attention and we were perfectly synchronized.

Again.

We dried off and moved to the bed. I again positioned to start out with some dessert and she was happy to oblige. We started with kissing and I soon moved to explore her neck, ears, shoulders, slowly working my way down. I circled her breasts, taking my time before zeroing in on her erect nipples.

I kept moving down, exploring every inch of her smooth skin.

Sidebar: at some point during this exploration, I discovered her ticklish spot, much to my glee. I won't divulge such tactical data. The rest is left as an exercise for the reader.

I continued giving ever-increasing attention around, but not on, the one place I really wanted to be. I commented that I enjoyed teasing her and I was working up to the point that she could wait no longer.

Finally when I sensed the moment and intensity of desire was right, I struck. From experience the previous night, I had a good idea of her preferred techniques and it wasn't long before she climaxed.

As we switched, she proceeded to effortlessly cover me and begin a BJ technique that I can't fully explain. I don't know how or what she was using (tongue+palate?) but it was awesome. I felt the familiar rise and plateau in intensity. I wasn't going to finish this way but it felt great.

Soon she climbed on top. I tried to mentally record the scene in my brain. Unbelievable features above and below, driving CG with zest. Sound of flesh impacting flesh. I soaked it all in. I soon felt a hotter-than-expected torrent flow over my pelvis and rush to the sheets below. Ah, so THAT'S what it's like to experience.

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Amazing! I was pleased with this empirical confirmation of my successful mission to satisfy my partner.

We continued briefly in our pool of success but alas, I began to soften as the static friction through a latex barrier just wasn't enough to take things to the next level for me. We reset to a dry quadrant of the bed and Simona used her oral technique to get us back on track. CG then MP we hammered on. Again I felt that glorious hot rush and her expressions and vocalizations told me what I already knew.

Knowing she was enjoying this was a huge turn on and I could feel myself inching ever closer to climax. While in mis I was SO close but ultimately it wasn't going to happen.

At this point we moved to one of the last two tiny dry spots on an otherwise huge bed. I was on my back and she setup for a most unusual HJ technique. As she continued I could feel momentum building thanks to the skin-on-skin friction. Oh yeah, this might reach orbital escape velocity.

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It's hard to describe all her masterful manual gymnastics going on, but suffice to say it felt DAMNED GOOD. I closed my eyes and replayed the recording in my head from earlier.
The feel, the imagery, it call came together and so did I. But that may be putting it mildly.
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Explosive decompression can be a bit startling if you're not expecting it. And I think I may have startled her as she let out a gasp and stopped in her tracks. "Keep going please" I quickly urged in hopes I could eek out every last tremor of an amazing and long-overdue orgasm.

As I opened my eyes, she still looked a bit surprised.

She commented that I surely must have covered my face with the (now befouled) pillow at the last moment to protect myself from friendly fire. No, I was way past any coherent thoughts at that point. Any action was arbitrary and unplanned. It was probably a subconscious attempt to muffle my screams.

And so the last major clean section of the bed (and several glazed pillows) were now also a bodily fluid wasteland.

We had collectively destroyed that bed.

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And with that we also had a solution to our excess liquorage problem.
<Sorry about the bed, have a liter of high-end booze, keep the change. Thank you, drive thru.>

I placed the bottle on the coffee table with a definitive glass-on-glass "clink."

After a quick rinse off, we managed to find a tiny dry corner of the bed and curled up, spooning and relaxing.

As I caressed her soft light olive skin, I could tell from her gentle sighs that she was starting to nod off.

And the timer went off.

Note to self: rent the room for the whole damned night next time.
Stimpy, you EEEDIOT!!

Reluctantly, we rousted and showered one last time and dressed and headed back out into the night.

She was kind enough to walk me to the nearby limobus stop that would take me the 90 minutes to my airport hotel. We said our goodbyes and walked apart into our respective nights.

Epilogue: Sadly, due to a misread of the bus schedule on my part, I realized too late that the last bus was long gone and it would be a long 5 hour adventure home, including sharing the last airport taxi of the night with an attractive Chiba local. But that's a story for another day.

What can I say? It was a perfect way to spend two perfect days in Tokyo and ended with a bittersweet goodbye to a special lady. I don't know if my path will ever bring me back to Tokyo again, but if it does, I know one of the people I will look for. If our journeys never cross again, it will still have been worth it.

Thank you, Simona

-K

Review Independence: Was this review requested by the provider?:
No, this review was written without a request.

Final Thoughts:
Recommended, Will Repeat.

Closing Comments:
Whether just coffee, a nice meal, or a full-on adventure romp, it's all made better when shared with Simona.
 
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What I love more than a cute nerd is the playtime that comes after having an in depth scientific discussion about tectonic plates over a plant based dinner ;)

This review is reminiscing of the great time we had.. From my perspective, the sex was like a car ride alongside a river flowing to the sea, broad and tranquil at its mouth, but ferocious with great velocity at its prime..

Love the gifs and images you’ve scattered throughout the review: The escape velocity image made me crack up in the middle of the night :) Loved your reaction during the HJ: “Waow! I never knew I was masturbating the boring way, how did you learn all this?” :)

My only remorse is I still feel responsible for you taking the wrong bus and ending up being hours late. I should have double-checked the hotel limousine myself and spare you the most unspectacular journey from central Tokyo to your hotel.
 
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Thanks for a hell of a review. I feel absolutely no pressure for my upcoming date with Simona.
Don’t let Mario to pressure you into anything.

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Damn, sounds world class! Nicely done, mate.
I suppose I should put Simona on the list.
 
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Thanks for part 1 and 2, your review was one of the reasons I decided to finally sign up. Lol thumbs up, can't wait to read more of your adventures.
 
Great review! Simonka is a true intimacy artist , isnt she?
What made me smile was the repeated mentions about the few remaining dry spots on the bed...
Frankly you could have left a small tip for the person cleaning up that room just after ! :)
 
Loved reading the review. You’re a great, descriptive writer and congrats on what sounds like an awesome night. (y)
 
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Very engaging and well-written review. Love the use of images to illustrate some of the things you were saying. A picture's truly worth a thousand words. Cheers!
 
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