Everyone enjoys a holiday and my mates and I had been looking forward to our trip to England for months. There was a group of four of us, best friends since university and still as tight as ever now in our late twenties. We were going to be touring the country over three weeks but I was without a doubt looking forward most of all to our visit to London. We were going to be doing the tourist spots for sure, but I was also hoping we would get chatting to a few good-looking English girls who would take us under their wing and give us a taste of the ‘real’ London vibes.
Well I certainly wasn’t disappointed when it came to the British women, although I really wasn’t expecting to end up spending my favourite evening of the trip with a Liverpool Street babe. My mates and I had somehow got onto the conversation of escorts and starting joking about how employing the services of one was probably the only realistic way I was going to have any fun with an English girl. Before I knew it I was being dared to set up the meet and I am certainly not one to chicken out of a dare or challenge. I knew it was going to be a fun experience but I had no idea just how talented this Liverpool Street babe would be.
