Victoria Lyons

O.K, I guess I’ve taken a long enough hiatus (“Heh heh – he said “Hi Anus”) from the good stuff on this blog…my horny adventures. Thanks for bearing with me. Let’s get it on!

In the next few years after I started seeing Sandra, I also began sampling the wares of other Bay Area ladies. I realized that being “faithful” to one escort was stupid. Sandra wasn’t my wife or girlfriend. I could fuck anyone I wanted and still fuck her too. So I decided to play the field.

By this time, the Internet had become my best friend in finding escorts, or “providers” as I learned to call them, and I also began making it SOP (standard operating procedure) to check out their reviews online, in particular at a site called the San Francisco Red Book (www.sfredbook.com). I quickly created my own RB avatar and started posting reviews of my own encounters with providers.

I’d read a number of good reviews online about Victoria Lyons, and was especially interested in the fact that she was clearly an older woman, probably in her early 50s at the time. Like I said, I have a thing for older gals; when I’m with them, I like to pretend that I’m a young stud giving them a dose of much-needed cock. This doesn’t mean I find Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies hot, though…even if a gal is older, she’s gotta be attractive.

Victoria was friendly and flirtatious on the phone when I made my appointment, and offered an hour session for $250. This was the most I’d ever paid for sex, and I was a little hesitant to fork that much over, but…you guessed it. The little head did all the thinking. Victoria was also British, which was also a big plus for me. I love British girls; the accent, especially during sex, just turns me on.

I saw Victoria at her funky apartment in the Haight-Ashbury district, and was glad to see that she was as attractive as her online photo. She was about 5’3”, a redhead (out of a bottle, but who cares), and had a slim-breasted, tight little body that was in better shape than a lot of women half her age. She greeted me with a big smile and a kiss; she was wearing an unbuttoned man’s dress shirt, panties, and a long necklace of faux pearls.

Victoria made me feel right at home, seating me in an easy chair and serving me a drink, then engaging me in intelligent conversation sprinkled with flirtatious and lascivious banter until it was time to get down to business. She then started undressing me slowly, rubbing her body all over mine and crooning how she was an older woman who just couldn’t wait to fuck a younger man like me. Naturally, my cock nearly split the seams of my boxer shorts in anticipation.

When I was naked, Victoria let me take off her shirt and panties but kept her necklace on. She then took my stiff dick in one hand and led me over to her bed, which was against a mirrored wall. Wow! What a turn-on! We started kissing and groping each other, and at one point she wrapped the pearls of her necklace around my cock, gently tugging on them so they kept me even more stimulated. She joked that the police were behind the mirrors and were taping us; I was so excited I didn’t fucking care if they really were. In fact, the thought of people watching us made me even hotter.
The sex, when we finally got to it, was good. Not the best I’ve ever had, but not too shabby either. Victoria slipped a rubber on my cock with a practiced hand and mouth, then sucked me slowly and deliberately, all the while making older-lady moans and groans of delight. Then I told her to stop because I wanted to do more, and she slid onto her back with a willing grin. I spread her legs wide and sank my cock deep in her pussy, enjoying her moaning and dirty talk until I came inside her.

As for the rest, you know the drill…kissing, small talk, yada yada yada.

I wish I could say I saw her again, but I didn’t. Not because she was bad, but like I said, I was into trying as many flavors as I could. Evidently Victoria, since then, has retired from the business and now writes and lectures on sex work and female empowerment and all that kinda stuff.

Whatever. Victoria, for an old gal, you still sucked a mean cock and had the pussy and moves of a 25-year-old.