A few years ago, I was ending a most wonderful venture in Eastern Europe. My last stop was Budapest, a beautiful city that's comprised of two distinct sides. On my last night prior to my returning to the United States, I rang an escort who've I'd been quite interested to meet for a long time. He and I had some glitches in our communicating, but around 21:00 his taxi made it to the street on which my hotel was located. Mr. Hottie got out of the taxi and paced across the street to meet his client. Both of us went inside and took the elevator to my floor and room. My heart was accelerated a bit, and I was in awe, for this strapping muscular guy was doing a visual number on me. Upon our entering inside of my area for that evening, we began to kiss-- lightly and as deeply as both of us could muster. While our mouths were entangled into each other's, I began to "fuck his tongue" with mine. This was oh so fucking hot! We began to explore each other's body and began the "dance of euphoria." At one point and without talking, he encouraged me to sample his gorgeously sculptured ass. What a fucking treat, for he tasted magnificently to one who had rarely eaten out another. After parting his "love hole" my tongue did one hell of a dive which drove shivers up the spine of this scalding Eastern European. With my fading memory, I can't recall if he'd given me his 23 cm's or not, but if he did, I know that he revealed his talents and then some.
I can't recall the climax, but I still remember the taste of his light skin, his gorgeous love channel, his wonderful personality and rather good command of my language; I remember that that evening was one hell of a precursor to my return to the States.
Damn, while I write this, my vision is focused on that hotel and that room and the man who gave me the most superb time!
