I got Milena’s number from another of the escort websites. Her pictures looked pretty good, and her price was very affordable. My reasoning was that since I really didn’t know exactly what I was going to get, why spend a lot of money? That was part of my reasoning in choosing to hook up with Milena. Her price was only a little more than half what Valeria had charged and the pictures of her body looked fine. Like a lot of the advertisements on the escort sites, she sounded great:
Explore the limits of sexuality
Hello handsome! My name Milena and I am the escort you have been dreaming of. As you can see I am a sexy brunette with long, thin legs and delightful dark eyes. My breasts will be your downfall and once you meet me, you will know what I mean. I am a companion who knows what she wants and dares to cross the boundaries of sexuality . I am an experienced professional but I am also very loving, and tender, and love passionate kisses. I am extremely accommodating, and you will love it when you feel my lips on you.
The pictures were nice enough. Like 90% or more, no face was shown. From looking at her email address, I assumed she was past 30, but her body looked in good shape. For the price of a bit more than $25 dollars for an hour, I decided to take a chance. Like Valeria before her, her “promo” price was for a visit to her “private apartment.” I called her and made an appointment. She gave me directions, and I realized that she was rather off the beaten track. With the aid of Google maps, I figured out the closest I could get via the Metro and one of the main bus lines. Even at that, there was a fifteen minute taxi ride at the end of all that. But taxis are cheap in Medellin and I wasn’t going to let that ruin my “date” with this new chica.
I finally found the place and knocked on the door. I was a little put off when a young boy of about ten answered the door. WTF? Luckily, I guess, Milena came running down the stairs and shooed the boy away, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. She apologized for letting her little brother (or was it her son?) answer the door. She was dressed in street clothes, which she also apologized for, but led me up the stairs to her room, promising to change into something very sexy when we got inside.
Her face was decent, if not beautiful, and it looked like the body would be nice once the ordinary clothes were off. Once at the top of the stairs, she steered me to her bedroom, but not before I caught a glimpse of what was probably her mother ironing clothes in the kitchen. So this was the “private apartment,” eh? To be fair, she didn’t say she had a private apartment in her ad. But I was not expecting a family situation.
When we were finally inside, she stripped and she looked pretty good, I will admit. The session started out pretty well, with the usual warm-ups. We kept on and after a while we were going at it pretty strong. Then I made the mistake of actually grunting or groaning or something like that, making some sound, and Milena stopped and told me to please be quiet, she didn’t want the family hearing us having sex. Now, I never thought I made a particular lot of noise when I was doing the wild thing, but apparently it was more than Milena wanted her family to hear. What exactly she thought she was hiding I’m not sure. Everybody in the place must have known why I was there and what we were doing. But Milena didn’t want them to hear, I guess. Not being allowed to moan in delight was no big deal to me, but it brought home to me just how weird the whole thing was, and got me thinking, which isn’t really a good thing in the middle of the sex act.
Despite all that, we were able to regain our “groove” and the session proceeded to its conclusion. Neither of us was in a talkative mood, so we just lay there, idly fiddling with each other’s body until the hour was up. She asked me if I wanted to shower but I declined, not wanting to run into the brother/son or mother. So, I got dressed and waited for the taxi that Milena called for me. Took the taxi to the bus stop, the bus to the metro stop, the metro to my barrio and hoofed it home. It was a kind of date, and I wasn’t inclined to repeat, but it was memorable!