Kate

This is Kate from Oakland, CA. Although you wouldn't know it from her picture, she's given me the ABSOLUTELY BEST BLOWJOBS to date.

I saw (okay, fucked) Kate several times from 1998-2004. I first heard of her via a website called the World Sex Guide, which was apparently one of the earliest escort review sites. All of her reviews said pretty much the same thing: that she wasn't top-drawer in the looks department, but made up for it with long, leisurely sessions (as opposed to the strict 45 mins to 1 hour encounters I'd had with Susan, Toni and Suzanne) and incredible cocksucking skills.

Well, hell, sign me up!

Kate lived in an über-cluttered high-rise apartment with three cats in a reasonably safe part of Oakland, and charged (at the time) $180 for an appointment. Yeah, this was more than I'd ever paid (again, at the time), but I was also making a lot more money than when I saw Susan and besides, my little head was doing the thinking. At the time, Kate seemed to be in her mid-40s, and had a slim body which was speckled with moles and skin blotches.

Our encounters were indeed long and leisurely. For the first 60 or 90(!) minutes, we'd sit in her living room, which looked like a staging ground for a white elephant sale, and chat over beer which I bought for the occasion. Kate was well-read and traveled and had an easy laugh, even if she seemed like she was on Thorazine half the time. Sometimes she'd break out a coffee table book of European porno (presumably to set the mood) and we'd page through it and discuss the goings-on within. Eventually I'd make my move on her, leaning in for a few kisses and stroking her thigh or breast. I should mention here that her kisses were all of the barely-open-mouth type, which was disappointing. I would try to snake my tongue into her mouth to get her to open up, but no dice. Anyway, after a few minutes of this, Kate would smile and ask me if I wanted to go into the other room, which of course I did.

Once in the bedroom, she'd put on some light jazz and we'd undress. Sometimes she wore a black garter belt and nylons, other times nothing at all. More light kissing and the usual rubbing and grinding. And then Kate would work her way down my body and slip my cock into her mouth.

OMG!!!!! This was head at its best...the kind of blowjob where you actually DON'T want to cum, but just enjoy the feel of a woman's mouth like a warm wet tunnel for your cock for hours...and hours...and hours. I would just lie there and moan with pleasure.

Naturally I always returned the favor. I would eat Kate's well-manicured pussy for a good long time. Even though I was doing it through Saran Wrap (I was still afraid of catching something), Kate would writhe and grab my hair and voice her pleasure in sob-like cries that rose in volume until I was afraid the neighbors would come knocking.

Oh, yeah, then we'd start fucking. For an older woman, Kate had a wonderfully tight pussy. I especially liked doing her doggie-style because her ass would fit perfectly against my pelvis as I pounded her. I'd grab her hips and tell her that she wasn't getting away from me until she "took" my cock. I liked to pretend that Kate, being an older gal, was lonely and desperate for a young stud's cock, and that I was here to fill her up. I'd bang away until I came and then we'd lie in each other's arms, lightly kissing and stroking each other until hopping back on the horse for another round. These encounters would last an hour to 90 minutes. Add that to the time we spent chatting beforehand and I basically spent 2-1/2 to 3 hours with this wonderful woman. I never did try to do her anally, though. I don't know why. She might have said yes.

Even though it's been over 3 years since I last saw Kate, I actually spoke to her early in 2006 when I needed a reference for a new provider I wanted to visit in L.A. On the phone, she was just as warm and friendly as ever, and gladly provided a reference for me. I promised to see her if I ever found myself up in NorCal with some free time, and when I got off the phone, I realized I had a chubby in my pants.