On the 17th I went to Oxford
After a nice hot shower, I rough dried my hair (I have a natural wave in my hair, so never spend hours with hot irons, as I love the wild look it has) I put on what I call my ‘day time’ make up. Just a light application, blusher, eyeliner and pale glossy lipstick then, I’m all ready to go.
It is at this point I notice that I’m a few minutes late and hurry myself down the stairs, suitcase in hand to get into my vehicle, oops I’ve forgotten the satnav, run back up stairs pick up the satnav and back to the vehicle, oops, where is the satnav holder? The realisation crosses my mind that I have left it with a friend and without it I won’t have enough power in the Tomtom to get me all the way to where I am going. Thankfully I quickly put plan B into action, back into the house and pick up my old Garmin satnav, hooray, all is saved and I’m still only 10 mins late starting out.
Off I trundle, roughly in the direction of where I am going. Now, I don’t know if it was the quickest route or not, but my lovely satnav took me through Evesham, The Cotswolds, Stow on the Wold, near Burford and where it would take me around an hour and 5 mins to get to Witney this journey took me the best part of 2 hours!!!! I was meant to be at the Trout Inn at and finally arrived at , OMG!
I hate being late, so although my partner for lunch was very understanding and relaxed, it took me some time to forgive myself. Now here is something that you might not know. This beautiful venue is famous for being used through out the series of Inspector Morse. Have a look here for full details http://www.oxfordrestaurantguide.co.uk/trout_inn/ It is the most beautiful of buildings, very well presented inside, rather rustic, but very clean, solid pieces of wood for tables, it looks built to last and has a glorious out door area right by the river. Sadly where it had been sunny when I set out, by the time I had arrived there it was cloudy and over cast.
Weather aside, I greeted my friend and we went in together, found a nice leather sofa to sit on and discussed the journey I just completed. We then set about the menu, which to say the least is extensive. It was a little hard to get my head round, as it was still buzzing from all the beautiful sites I had seen coming through the Cotswolds. Finally I decided on the rib eye steak. All I can say is, how can beef taste so different when it is cooked well? Seriously, I don’t know where they source their meat from, but compared to the beef you can buy in the supermarkets (which is often tasteless) this was oozing with flavour and just the right texture and colour for me. It was truly sensational and even more spectacular, the waitress that served us, did it without writing anything down. She totally memorised our order. A lovely girl.
It was then time to leave and part company. A kiss on the cheek and a big thank you and off I went to my hotel ready for my first booking.
I found the hotel fairly easy and got there half an hour before my first booking, so was a little pushed for time, but it was doable. There was no queue, so I thought it would be a simple transaction of booking in. Sadly not! The receptionist could not find me in the booking system and I hadn’t printed off the booking, which I had made on line. *make note to self, always make a copy or write down the booking reference*. Thankfully she believed me and I did have my computer with me, so new I would be able to confirm it once I was in the room. She sent me up stairs (no lift) and I have a heavy bag and… oops! The room is in the middle of being cleaned. Back downstairs, an apology and another room. Now this is more like it. I have been upgraded and it’s lovely. I have everything I could possibly need here.
The phone rings! My client has arrived early. I apologise that I need a little more time and ask them to wait until the agreed time and then run around like a headless chicken getting myself ready, sorting out the room and generally panicking. I hear a light rap at the door and there stands a rather agreeably good looking gent, who I imagine is in his 30s. What a great start to my working day! We talk a little and he impresses me with his conversation. I love men that have the guts to do things and this man is one of those. We kiss and discover that we kiss in exactly the same way, which is always a big turn on and the rest… is between me and him.
Soon after my first guest leaves I am contacted by my next guest, who happened to be my dinner date. What a lovely gentleman he is. I had thoroughly enjoyed his company earlier that day, so was looking forward to meeting him again. I decided it was time for a change in dress, so after a quick shower I put on a silver sparkly evening dress with stockings and suspenders. This was definitely not the Kate that he had been having lunch with, but a seductress that would be feeding off him and not with him! We had so much fun the one hour, spread over to two. I don’t know where the time went to, but we were having so much fun I don’t think either of us wanted it to end.
My next (and what was meant to be my final meet) was set for . Unfortunately it was gone and I still hadn’t heard from him. I had seen this chap before, but only the once, so was kind of thinking that I may be bringing my time in Oxfordshire to a close at this point, when the phone rang. A client I had seen last time I visited had noticed I was back and would like to see me. I explained that I may have an appointment, so needed to wait and see what would happen first. ‘That’s fine’ he said, I’ll be there for . Pretty convinced I would be spending the interim on my own I agreed. However, a text comes through saying the client will be 5 mins late. Omg! I’ve now got 2 back to back bookings! I’ve never done this before, but as it was 2 gents I had met before, I felt that I could manage.
This time I’m dressing as ‘sexy secretary’. I have to admit that I do look rather sexy. I have a fairly curvy figure anyway, but with the underbust corset accentuating my waist; it really does make me look hour glass. Being a woman can be so rewarding sometimes. I love dressing up! My client arrives albeit a little fluster and frustrated with public transport, but none the less here he is. I explain the situation to him, apologies profusely, as I don’t normally clock watch and am happy for clients to leave in their own time as a rule, but on this occasion, we will have to stop promptly. He is very understanding and I promise him I’ll give him the extra time back on the next visit, plus a little more. I have to say, I know a lot of punters don’t understand why gentlemen have regulars, but in this case the meet was definitely better than the first. We just seemed to gel better, it was more fluid and I think maybe he was less shy than the last time. He has a gorgeous flat stomach that I particularly like and I don’t think he fully appreciates what a lovely figure he has. I certainly do!
Alas our time is over and on checking the phone I have one missed call. Phone back on to sound and soon another call comes through. 5 minutes please! A kiss goodbye to the last client and a quick wash in the shower, the fastest change of clothes in my life (have you ever tried to put stockings and suspenders on when you are still a little damp?) It’s not easy lol and a rat-tat at the door.
That’s who it was! This gentleman I had met at my last visit to Oxford
Sadly the end of the evening came all too soon and smacked me on the bottom. I don’t think either of us was really ready for it, but I had to try and get home before , so there was no getting out of it. We parted company with lots of hugs and kisses and I hope it won’t be too long before I can organise my next visit and fingers crossed see some of these lovely gentleman again. I’m not sure if I could see four in one day on a regular basis, it is my first time, but we will see how it goes.
I gathered all my things together, managed to leave my car keys in the hotel room after leaving it, which meant I woke up the receptionist, doh! Made some lame excuse about having to sort my son out, therefore leaving early (I don’t know why I feel I need to make up excuses, but I do!) and left for home, via the Chinese takeaway, which I made to with 3 minutes to spare, before closing.
My son then phoned me up asking if he could sleep over at his friends, instead of coming home as agreed for . Aaaahhhhh!!! All that driving like a maniac to get home before him and he didn’t come home anyway! The things we have to do to try and keep a sense of normality lol. Still, it meant I didn’t have to share the Chinese, or hide my suit case or explain where I had just been, so all is well that ends well.
I’m writing this at the following morning. My brain is buzzing, my body is still tired, but I’m a very happy girl and even more so since with the help of my last client, I was able to come up with the new name of ‘curvaceouskate’. It’s a long one as ‘curvy kate’ was already taken, but to be honest, I think I prefer Curvaceous Kate. It describes me well and you have to be able to spell to find me lol. I think this will be the name for keeps, so I hope you like it.
