Meeting Rico

I kick back in the hotel room, relaxing on the bed as I sip on a glass of complimentary shiraz. If only Rico had been waiting for me too. Oh well, I'm sure he'll be here soon enough. Plus, it's nice to just kick back and have a moment all to myself. A moment spent wondering what this impending encounter will be like. I've only seen a photo of Rico, and even then, I've only seen half of what I want to see.

The only thing that breaks my little day dream bubble is a text. Picking it up, I find a message from the man of the hour: 'I'm here'

'come on in. I'm in the bedroom'

I spend the next few seconds in a staring contest with the door, before the doorknob twists. It then opens, revealing Rico behind it. He's wearing jeans, a white button-up shirt, and a confident smile.

"Hello there." I say.

"Amelia." He says with a thick accent. Maybe South American, but certainly as foreign as it is sexy.

"You must be Rico?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I look directly into his eyes. "Strip."

Fuck it feels good to be issuing commands like that. Most girls are gonna pay for this experience, but I'm lucky enough to be getting paid for it. My escort for tonight nods before unbuttoning his shirt. Whilst I finish off my wine, I watch him open up his top. He then throws his shirt open, puffing his chest out to flaunt his chiseled body. As his top falls to the ground, Rico reaches for his belt buckle.

"Mhmm... I waiting all week to see what you have under there."

"I think it'll be more than enough." He replies.

Rico proceeds to throw his belt away, before shaking his hips as he yanks his pants and underwear down, freeing his throbbing erection. As expected, he's packing a rather lengthy cock, but I do my best to hide any enthusiasm. I mean, I am here to test him.

"Hmm... Seen bigger." I try my best to sound judgmental, but he doesn't seem to falter.

Instead, his smile grows. "Trust me, it'll be enough for tonight."

I shrug. "Fair enough. Anyway, I'm more worried about something else right now. See, I've been on my feet all day, and I'd kill for a massage."

"Your wish is my command, Amelia."

I scoot to the edge of the bed and stick my feet out. Ever obedient, my escort gets down on his knee and begins to rub my right foot. As he does so, I say "You have very strong hands."

"Thank you Amelia."

Gotta admit he's not half bad at this. He's definetely had some practice massaging. Maybe even a little bit of training. Whatever the case, I might just have to make this a regular thing. Then again, that'll depend on where the rest of this night goes.

After a minute or so, his hand moves to my left foot, so I say "So I'm guessing you've done this before?"

Rico nods. "A few times, yeah."

"Mhmm, you trained in massage?"

He shrugs. "Well I guess you could say I've had a lot of practice."

"Ohh... Either way its working."

"Do you want me to massage more of your body?"

"Hmmm..."