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It had been a beautiful day from the outset and I went to the apartment of one my friend. I hoped the day really would be fine, and I wasn’t wrong, it turned out to be really fantastic. I and my friend Ken had called two sexy escort girls from the best London escort agency. These call girls were Kay and Debra. They both were very attractive, and were bisexual escorts, the thing we wanted most. I think there are nothing more excited then two young women making sex together. So when I got to Ken’s apartment, the door was opened not by the Ken, but by the one of escort girls Kay dressed in a small bikini and a big grin. This sexy outcall escort greeted me by throwing her arms around me and giving me a hearty kiss.
Now Kay is attractive, but not what some would consider attractive. Facially, this girl from London escorts services is pretty plain, but her smile and sparkling blue eyes tell a lot about her warmth and passion. Her figure is nice, with large breasts that wobble invitingly, a reasonable waist with just enough padding to make her fun, and a very nice ass and legs. This escort is an ash blonde or "dirty blonde" if you prefer, and her hair falls over her shoulders, giving her a bouncy look.
Kay shouted into the apartment to get Ken's attention, dragging me in behind her. Ken came out of the bedroom, tying his swim trunks on and gave me his standard "hello ugly" greeting. I grinned, giving him the finger. Ken, I should note, is about six four and 210 pounds of tightly packed muscles. I wouldn't want to try him, although four years in Uncle Sam's Misguided Children taught me quite a lot about hand to hand I'm not that confident. In any case, we're good friends, and needle each other for fun.
Our blonde sexy escort announced that they were just heading for the pool and I was welcome to join them using one of Ken's suits. I held up the boxer like trunks and looked down. My knees were missing. Needless to say, I declined gracefully. I accompanied them down to the pool and sat on the deck while they dove in and swam about. Ken splashed at me, trying to get my goat, while pretty outcall girl teased me about passing up the chance to play "blind man's bluff" in the pool with her. I must say that watching Kay haul her body out of the water, her big breasts wobbling wetly, is enough to tempt many men.
Kay dove into the deep end while Ken and I were chatting near the other end of the pool. Ken rested his head on his arms, relaxed. I was in the middle of a sentence when he grinned broadly. I thought he'd just had another of his naughty little ideas when I spotted the shadow from behind. From behind, and too late.
The next thing I know, water if bubbling and swirling all around me, and the world seems upside down. I clawed my way to the surface, ready to commit murder on the guilty party. Air! I sputtered and shook my head, then removed my glasses since they were now more of a hindrance. Squinting, I looked up on the deck. Laughter rang in my ears. It was from Ken and Kay of course. But there was a distinct note too, one like small bells ringing. Hey! It was our second escort girl – Debra! Sure enough, she was standing on the deck, laughing the hardest.
Debra is really more attractive that Kay, but they together are a very horny and seductive escort tandem. Debra's long dark hair shook as she laughed, and her hazel eyes sparkled with an impish glee. This young lady from London escort services is very slender, especially next to Kay. Some men might call blonde escort Kay voluptuous and brunette Debra skinny. I prefer to call Debra lithe, graceful, and sensual. This outcall girl moves like a cat sometimes and that makes her very desirable. Debra has pert breasts and long tapered legs that actually reach the ground! I've lost count of the times I'd fantasized about those legs wrapped around my ears.
I climbed out of the pool, drenched to the skin. Debra remained a discreet distance away, snickering about how well it all worked. Ken too was laughing, saying it was really hard for him not to start laughing as he saw brunette London escort sneaking up. I began to laugh too.
Back in Ken’s apartment, I dropped my boots in the bathroom, then peeled off my clothes. Ken handed a towel through the door, and I handed him a mass of dripping fabric. Kay put them in the dryer, while I tried to figure out how to keep the towel secure around my waist. Just as I had finished drying and wrapping myself, Ken knocked on the door, saying he was going down to the store and did I need anything?
"Yeah." I said, tongue firmly in cheek, "A baseball bat to clobber someone with!"
"Gotcha!" Ken said. "Aluminum or wood?"
"I think you're in trouble Debra!" Kay's laughing voice came through the door.
Ken left and I came out, wearing only a towel and carrying my wallet. I made sure things in the wallet were spread out to dry, then accepted a beer that Kay offered. I figured sitting down with my towel would be the safest move until my clothes dried.
How many of you guys have worn a skirt?
That's what a towel is like. As I started to sit, the towel decided it would sit first. I grabbed and adjusted it, all to the gaze of our two sexy escorts who were both trying not to laugh too hard. Finally settled on the couch with Debra, I began to relax. The topic was still how funny I had looked doing an "end-over" into the pool. Another London escort was toweling her long hair dry, and still in her not-too-modest bikini.
"I really should apologize." Brunette call girl began, putting her hand on mine. "But you were too tempting of a target." The motions this escort made with her hands said that my butt had been at the right height for either a grope or a push.
"Shit." I said. "I'd rather have had the grope." That got laughs from both of them.
"Oh, I don't know." London escort said. "Would you be sitting here naked if I had groped you?"
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