I sat in his living room, lounging back on his saggy old sofa cradling a cup of tea just as I had done every month for the past year.
I tilted my body towards my client, smiling sweetly as he rambled on and on about what he had planted in his garden over the weekend.
“The geraniums and delphiniums I ordered arrived at last, I spent Sunday morning planting those in the back garden. I would show you but it’s dark now. I should have remembered earlier, it was still light when you arrived! Anyway, once everything is in bloom it’ll look fantastic.”
I nodded “Interesting!”
“Also, I’ve just planted some potatoes.” Mr Garden continued “I can show you those later, they’re in pots in my spare room. I’ll put them outside in a few weeks”
Mr Garden was clearly a lonely soul with no one else to talk to. I almost felt sorry for him, then I realised his incessant rambling was probably enough to drive most people away. I would have no interest in him myself if I wasn’t being paid.
I usually visited Mr Garden in his suburban home on the last week of each month. He was friendly enough and I felt comfortable and safe around him which was all that mattered to me when it came to work.
As an escort I meet all kinds of people and although I’m a pretty good judge of character via the email enquiries clients send, it’s always nice to meet with men who I know well and have built a rapport with.
Once I had finished my tea and set the mug down on the coffee table, Mr Garden put an arm around me and pulled me in for a kiss.
“Ah you’re beautiful! Prettier than the flowers in my garden!” he chuckled to himself
I checked my watch, 45 minutes to go. I kissed him again,
“Shall we go upstairs?”
I describe the service I provide nowadays as a date with guaranteed intimacy. Some clients book several hours and want more of a social date with only a short time in bed at the end. Others want more sexual stuff and aren’t bothered too much about chatting. Both situations are fine with me.
It was the same each month with Mr Garden. Our booking would consist of a long chat (where he would talk non-stop about himself and his garden), before heading up to bed for sex.
Once we were in his bedroom there was plenty of foreplay as per usual. Kissing and taking our time to get undressed, he watched open mouthed as I gave him a slow striptease. He playfully pushed me onto my back to cover my naked body with kisses. Although I wasn’t particulary attracted to this man, because he smelt clean and was respectful of boundaries he made it easy for me to do my job with enthusiasm.
Giving Mr Garden a cheeky wink, I leant over to rummage in my bag for a condom which I immediately popped over his erection. He climbed on top of me, with a big grin on his face, sighing as his did so.
I lay back on the bed whilst he puffed on top. To me, this was purely a business transaction, to him it was his monthly treat. I looked up and smiled, enjoying the peace now that he had shut up about his garden at last!
After a few minutes Mr Garden let out a loud groan and flopped down on the sheets beside me.
“Wow amazing as usual!” he announced.
We spent the next 20 minutes chatting. Or rather I nodded and “mmed” and “oh yes’d” whilst Mr Garden rambled on.
When the time was up, I popped into the shower to freshen up then gathered my things together ready to leave.
“Thank you so much!” Mr Garden smiled and he removed a single rose from the vase on the mantel piece “For you. From my garden!”
I drove home, it had been a typical evening in the office for me, yet despite this being my full-time job, it was also my full-time secret.
Living a double life sometimes feels exciting, but keeping my job quiet is also a necessity. Sex work is not looked upon favourably by society.
I never breathe a word about my meetings with Mr Garden, or any of my other clients, to my vanilla friends. Everyone I know believes I live a “normal”, conventional life and am a bit of a prude when it comes to sex. It’s easier that way. If only they knew the truth!
The Secret Escort x
I have so many questions also ? lol are they getting answered ? This is fascinating stuff. I wanted to know how the secret escort covers this up , do you pretend to have a different job to your friends, family? Have you nearly been caught out? Are you in a relationship? Does it interfere? Well done for being so honest , love these posts 👏🏻 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
So, maybe a silly question, but, do you have a day job also?? If not, how do you explain being able to pay expenses, live, etc to the vanilla friends?? Is there a deep cover story or(??).
Love your posts- every one makes me want more...