Belfasts tour - 11th - 15th April 2011

What can I say other than I absolutely love touring.  Now I have my own apartment I really should try to wind down my touring activities and concentrate on using the facility that I'm now paying for, but... How can I abandon Oxford, not return to Chester?  Newcastle and now Belfast?  The truth is, I just don't want to.  If it was easier to do so, I would probably tour more than work from home, but at the moment this is not possible, as this is not my only job and I do have to keep a modicum of normality for my offspring.  Maybe once he has flown the nest and gone to Uni I can change that.  I reckon I will need to by then, with the fees as they are lol.

Now to the tour...

Monday

Theresa picked me up from my apartment at the obscene hour of 4am (or just before).  We got to the airport in good time and swiftly moved through towards the departure lounge.  That is until we had our hand luggage checked.  I had accidentally packed my massage oil/lube in the wrong bag and had to let it get thrown away, gutting!  It was brand new too!  I also beeped as I went through the security thingy.  We decided it must have been my belt which I took off.  I then got searched and cleared, only to find my keys in my pocket when I went to the toilet.  Can you believe they didn't detect a big bunch of keys?  Then, Theresa didn't realise she had to take her laptop out and put it through separately.  She had to go through all over again and they suspected she had explosives!  Apparently there are elements of perfume in some explosives, so if you touched something after spraying yourself with perfume it can be detected.  We were most pleased when they assessed that she was not a terrorist.

We sat around for a little while and then got onto the plane.  I closed my eyes for a little while and then as if by magic I opened them and we were flying over N.Ireland and about to land.  A brilliant flight!  Theresa had arranged with a guy called Tom to pick us up at the airport.  Bearing in mind we had never been there before, it was very nice of him to offer and as she had spoken to him many times on the phone, she had trusted that he was doing it to be kind, that and the fact that they had arranged to work together should anyone want MMF with her.  You would think this would be payment enough for his gesture, but the night before we were due to fly he called her and asked her what he was getting for his time.  Apparently he lives in Dublin, which is 2 1/2 hours away and all of a sudden wanted to know what he was getting for this long journey.  Then he told her that he normally got to stay with the girls he picks up from Liverpool.  More fool them is all I can say, it certainly wasn't going to happen with us, so rightly Theresa had told him not to bother.  I couldn't believe it when the guy at the taxi rank told me that it would only cost £9 for the journey, although the reality was a little more, as we happened across a very strange little driver who decided he had to fill his taxi up with water the moment the light came on (itchy chin) and despite me saying, fine fill it, but turn the clock off, he kept it running and then he said he was 99.9% sure where we were going and went the wrong way round a one way system to the apartments clocking up £11.90.  I said we should call it £10 knowing that was generous, but he insisted on £11.  Needless to say he would not be getting our fair home.  I later found out there was a bus that ran around the corner that cost £3 return.  Tom's a weasel if I ever met one.

Our first booking for the day was a duo with the first (John) of many to follow.  He was rather gorgeous and was really sweet, as he met us with some soda bread and apple pie to welcome us to Belfast.  As far as introductions go, you couldn't have had much a better one and we were both shattered by the end of the day, with 4 duo bookings and one solo booking each between us.  First impressions of Belfast?  Definitely a good one!

Tuesday

We had an odd start to the day.  Monday evening around 7pm the electricity went on us.  I don't know why or how, as I was in a booking at the time, but apparently the internet and the telly went off.  We tried to sort it out, but whatever we did just didn't seem to be working.  This led to the phones that needed charging running very low and my work phone was on its last legs.  We finally got the electricity back on around quarter to 10 in the morning and I quickly put my phone on to charge and started to dry my hair (which I couldn't do before).  While I was doing this my 10am rang twice but it wasn't heard.  To be honest I wasn't expecting to get the call, as the client was Theresa's from yesterday and he had called her to ask if I was available, which is when I said yes.  I didn't even know he had my number and I didn't have his.  I saw I had 2 missed calls, but didn't respond to them, as I worry about discretion and didn't know who it was.  My next appointment was set for 11.30am.  I hate to make excuses at this point, but with being overly tired, worrying about the electricity and not having time to check my diary, I completely forgot my 11.30am was a 2 hour booking and went and accepted a third booking for 1pm.  I then proceeded not to write the clients name in my diary, when I added his booking.  Oh how I am learning the hard way to be more careful with taking bookings!

As soon as I realised my mistake I tried to undo it, but not remembering his name there was nothing I could do until after my booking.  I decided it was best to put it out of my head and try and deal with it afterwards.

My client had requested that I dress up formally, as if I was his boss and that I would put on some fishnet tights that he would buy for me.  I dressed in a black wrap around dress to greet him.  I then settled him in the lounge (staff room) with a drink while I went and put the tights on.  When I returned I sat on the sofa to the side of him, crossed my legs, put my hand on my thigh and told him that I had heard he wanted to leave the company and I was most keen to keep him with us, as I felt he was a much needed member of staff.  He then told me that it was no rumour and he was going to leave.  I asked him why and it transpired that he was upset that he was the only man to be appraised by another man and never got promoted, where the other guys were appraised by myself and always came out of my office flustered, smiling and very happy.  I told him that I had my own technique for appraisal, which is when he said he new, as he sometimes watched through the key hole.  He admitted to seeing me give the men bjs and seeing my pussy being licked and he felt left out.

I could not deny it, as he had seen it with his own eyes.  I promised him that I would appraise him from now on and that perhaps we should go through to my office where it was more private.  Of course the office was my bedroom.  We kissed while I stroked his balls and cock through his clothes.  He pushed me down on to the bed, where I spread my legs and he tore at the tights opening a hole by my pussy.  I had no knickers on, so the gaping hole in the tights led him directly to my hungry pussy which he devoured with gusto.  I told him if he could make me cum with his tongue he would get a promotion, he did this effortlessly, so I extended to tell him he would get a pay rise for every additional time he made me cum.  After the third time I begged him to stay with the company and appraise me instead.  He said no!  I began to plead with him to stay, but still he kept saying no.  What could I do to make him stay?  I would do anything!  ripping my tights still further he put his long hard cock into my pussy and fucked me hard, taking out his frustration on me.  He pulled out, pulling off the condom and thrust his cock over my face and mouth, forcing me to suck his balls until he came all over me, spraying everywhere!

After a moment of panting and getting our breath back we complimented each other on our performance.  He had said it was the best he had ever had, in role play at any rate and duly promised to write me a Field Report on AW.  I was thrilled to hear this and chuffed to bits, as I don't have a huge amount of experience with role play, but really enjoy it when I do it.  Afterward we hugged a while and then he started telling me the most hilarious jokes.  We discovered we had a few things in common, although perhaps not for discussion on here.  Then after a bit of a chat we started again, but this time we were having sex without the role play and it was just as gratifying for me.  The time really flew by.

In the meantime 1pm had been and gone.  By the time I had cleaned up and said goodbye to my client it was nearly quarter to 2.  I was trying to work out who I had stood up by going through my missed messages and just worked out who it was when the phone rang and it was him.  Of course I answered it straight away, apologised profusely and totally expected him to tell me where to go.  He was a little put out and made sure I was aware of it, but actually he was a very understanding man and re-booked for 10.30am sharp the next day.  I was so relieved that I offered him an extra 10mins as away to say sorry and hopefully make it up to him a bit. 

Later my 3pm did not turn up or leave note of apology.  By this time I had decided that I really needed a break, because I was making needless mistakes and wanted to be fresh for my morning booking, which I was pleased to still have.  Theresa and I decided to go out for a meal together later and I went out and had a look around the shops.  I love shopping!  I found la senza, where I got some new stockings, a bra and some panties and a present for my sons gf (nothing sexy for her lol).  Within minutes of me returning back to the apartment it started to pelt down with rain, so we decided to get a takeaway instead.  It was truly delicious!  There was enough to feed an army and loads left once we were done.  Just as well we had a nice big fridge.

Wednesday
 Oh what a traumatic start to the day!  I had woken up bright and early and had been tinkering on my computer and contemplating getting up to have a shower prior to my first booking when there was a knock at the door.  Theresa walked in all teary eyed.  She had received a phone call telling her that her house had been burgled!  She didn't know exactly what damage had been done or what had been taken, but apparently there was something valuable in the house that she was very worried about.  She decided that she needed to fly home and booked a flight for that evening.  I didn't have any problem with being left alone, as I often tour alone, but I wasn't sure if I should offer to go back with her or not.  To be honest, I didn't really know what I could have done if I did go back with her, so I decided to stay and honour my bookings.  I did of course, console her and we talked through all the possibilities, but wouldn't know for sure what had happened until the police had contacted her direct.

My booking arrived and of course, I continued to apologies for wasting his time the day before.  He told me to stop apologising and his only concern, was that I had taken the sunshine away when I arrived in Belfast.  Apparently the weather had been much nicer before lol.  Needless to say we had a great time together and it was full of passion and vigour.  I may have worn him out a little :) I certainly enjoyed all the lovely oral he did on me.  I'm not sure if I perform better or not in the morning, but I do genuinely enjoy it.  I just can't think of a better way to set yourself up for the day.  He said he new I was worth the risk of re-booking and that our time together had confirmed that, but the icing on the cake, was being given some yummy chocolates as a thank you at the end of the booking.  I have heard of men that prefer to do this at the end, so if they are not satisfied they have not wasted their money on a gift for them, so I took it as real confirmation that he had enjoyed himself and was chuffed to bits.  I had to give him an extra hug after that!  He also gave me the name of some better apartments for my next visit.

My next booking was for an hour at 1pm, which meant I had a little extra time with Theresa, who by now had calmed down a little.  She had been told that her house was being made secure, that forensics had been in and they had got to the room that she wanted checking most.  Thankfully the item she was worried about was still there, so her main worries were over.  Nothing actually seemed to be missing and now she was just left with the embarrassment of knowing her neighbours had been in her bedroom and wondering who had broken in.  Everything seemed to be pointing towards a past client, which is a horrible thought.

My next client was running on time and I went to greet him.  He was a lovely character had a very warm smile and manner to him.  Within moments of getting back into the apartment he had opened a bag full of goodies and had bought gifts for both myself and Theresa!  How sweet is that!  There were stockings with the words 'bitch' and 'slut' written on them.  I took the slut ones as Theresa is sometimes a little Domme and liked the idea of being a bitch and he also gave me a collar, which I adore and put on straight away.

Surprisingly I had deduced that this chap maybe a little kinky with these presents and I asked him if he would like me to put one of my corsets on.  He loved the idea and I promptly changed into my underbust corset that so beautifully pronounce by breasts, making them look firmer and fuller.  He was most delighted with the way I looked and I allowed him to play with my body as I served him by gagging on his cock and letting him finger me to oblivion.  Gosh my body was having raptures with this delicious man who new what he wanted and how to get the response to please him.  I think I came 4, maybe 5 times under his touch.  Again we finished with his cock over my face and breasts (seems to be a common theme here lol) and he too enjoyed making a mess of my face as my tongue licked eagerly to play with his pleasure juice. 

This gentleman has left a review for me on Escort-Ireland, which I am most proud of and would like to thank him for.  Believe me, the pleasure was all mine!

Shortly after saying goodbye to this client and getting cleaned up it was time to say goodbye to Theresa.  I had no other bookings planned and for the first time since arriving in Belfast I was alone. It was an odd feeling and not one I much liked if I am honest.  I decided to pop across to the shops and get a bottle of rose to keep me company.  I warmed up some of the left over Chinese from the night before, poured a glass of wine and turned the television on. I then put the computer on and spent a few happy hours chatting in the E-I chat room.  There are some really nice people on there, both men and women and I was just about getting used to my own company again, when the phone rang.  I got a booking for half an hour at 8pm.  Great!

The time arrived and I went down to greet my next guest.  He was a lovely chap, very friendly.  He was a lovely kisser and being a fair bit taller than me it was nice to stand kissing for a while.  He had only booked for half an hour, which went really quickly, but afterward we got chatting about the view outside.  He was pointing out the hospitals to me and the Irish border between Protestant and Catholic, he explained a little of the history to me and showed me a site of where someone had been murdered.  It was all a bit chilling if I'm honest with you, but it was good to know until recently a lot of the troubles had lessened.  I hope it stays like that, as although I don't really understand what it was all about, I can't help worry about the innocent that get caught up in these things and the families that suffer after.  I hate to think of their pain. 

The day before when I was walking on Great Victoria Street a part of the street had been closed off and there were police cars everywhere.  I walked by one of the police protecting the area and asked him if there was anything to worry about and the look in his eyes said it all.  I can't imagine what it must feel like knowing that you are putting yourself in real danger every time a bomb scare is announced and no knowing if you are going to be a victim of it or not.  My heart went out to him and his family.  I know it was his choice to join the Police, but... well, I'm sure that was not the reason why he joined.

My guest stayed a tad over his allotted time, but in all fairness I was enjoying his company and the more information I got from him, the better armed I was for when I was quizzed as to what I was doing here by family and friends.  It was really useful information.  I really do feel blessed that I have met so many truly nice people during this tour and I hope that I am lucky enough to see them again when I do finally return.

Once he had gone, I made a cup of tea, put the telly back on and went back to the chat room again for another hour before going off to bed and having a very sound nights sleep.

Thursday
My first booking had been arranged on Adultwork and been confirmed by phone in the morning.  However I had a client asking if they could come and see me for half an hour at 8.30am and since I am an early riser, I was happy to. He had the most gorgeous dimples, which I find very attractive.  Needless to say he really got me in the right mood for the second booking, so by the time he arrived my body was already stimulated and ready for more.  Of course I had washed to make sure I was squeaky clean for him, so he would be kissing me and not some other guys residue (perish the thought).  He was a very passionate man with lots of kisses and my nipples got tweaked within an inch of their life!  He also enjoyed his nipples being stimulated and we were both panting with exhaustion by the end of the hour.  A great way to start the day if you ask me!

My next booking had been arranged for 3.15pm.  In the meantime I had been contacted by 2 other people asking for around the same time slot.  I had to say no to both of them, but then 3.15pm came and went and I had heard nothing from the client.  I quickly contacted the other two and suggested that I was available if they still wanted to meet me. They both said yes, with one coming straight over and the other for 4.30pm.  Thankfully they were both half hour bookings.

The chap was with me within 15 mins.  OMG! He reminded me of Clerk kent.  Same kind of stature and glasses and the lightest trace of dimples, but enough for me to appreciate it.  Wasn't I the lucky one!  He had asked if I had any uniforms in and sheer cuban heeled stockings.  Thank you La Senza!  He opted for the Secretary look and I duly changed for his appreciation.  I couldn't wait to get my hands on him and visa versa.  My foot played with his gorgeous hard cock and he got completely mesmerised by stockings while they stroked him.  Every position we went into was designed to give him maximum contact with my stockings and I loved every moment of teasing him with them.  I couldn't help but call him Super Man and that I loved the feel of his super hard cock, hehe I'm not sure who was most turned on.

Again the time over ran a bit, but I had thought I had a 4.30pm booking, so I had to ask him to leave after a while, so I could get ready for the next booking.  He was so lovely and offered to give me a lift to the airport the next day.  I had taken a real shine to him and he kissed so nicely, I got a tingle and butterflies in my tummy.  I had to stop for fear of not wanting to let him go.

Frustratingly the next client had to cancel, but I appreciated that he did at least let me know.  Such a shame I didn't check the text before Clerk Kent left though.  I could have entertained him for a little longer, although I'm sure that wouldn't have been very professional of me, but hey ho!  A nice shower and into my pjs for the rest of the evening with a slap up dinner of baked potato and leftovers!

Friday
 I got up bright and early, as I wanted to go to the George Market to see if they had any haberdashery.  I new roughly where it was, but wasn't entirely sure, so I followed the directions I had been given a few days before up to a point and then asked a lady directions.  Luckily for me she was on her way there herself and offered me to walk with her.  This was very typical of everyone I spoke to in Belfast.  Everyone was happy to talk and help where they could, not one person scowled or looked at me oddly, it was a pure pleasure to be there.  We got to the market, which was quite a walk and sadly there was no haberdashery, but it was heaving with fish, meat and veg, oh and a bakery that had wheaten bread.  Even though I was going home I did by some prawns and a few rashers of bacon for my breakfast.  I then hopped on a bus, asking if they went anywhere near Great Victoria Street and he kindly said he would take me as far as the Jury's Hotel, which was just off it.  I asked him how much I owed him and he said it was a free service!  I need to live here!  I was amazed!

I got back to the apartment, had scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, packed my bags and generally tidied up the apartment.  I then rang up the Manager and asked if it was possible to stay on the room until around 3.30pm.  Unfortunately I couldn't, as someone else was renting the room, so I had to gather my things together and lock them in the post room.  I then went into town, armed with my camera and took as many pictures as I could to show my family of my 'holiday'.  I went as far as the Albert clock, which looked lovely against the sunshine that had come out.  I had a hard time not buying anything else, but there just wasn't room for it in my bags.  I thought about going to the cinema, but nothing was on until later in the day and then finally just gone 1pm I decided to visit The Crown, which was a renowned tourist pub.  It was heaving!  There was no where for me to sit to start with and as the food is served inside booths, there was no where for me to eat either.  I put my name down on the list of hopeful diners and bought myself a magners.  Eventually a seat became available by a small round table and I went for it.  A few moments later 3 people came across and asked if the other seats were free.  Of course I said yes and they sat down.

I kept myself to myself to start with, just looking at my phone and checking emails, when I noticed one of the guys looking at the menu.  He asked his friend what he fancied eating and he joked that he wouldn't be able to read it without his glasses, so he should read it out.  I asked him to read it out nice and loud so I could hear too and the ice was broke.  We quickly got into conversation and I discovered that they were actually Scottish.  Having toured in both Glasgow and Edinburgh I was able to converse with them a little on their Country and we were enjoying chatting when they were called up for a booth.  They asked me if I would like to join them and I said yes, as I was enjoying their company and not sure when my booth would be free.  As it happens I had missed my call, so it was just as well.  I had Irish stew, which was absolutely delicious and went well with another glass of Magners.  I don't think the conversation ever stopped.  At the end I was told to put my money away and they insisted on paying for both my lunch and my drink.  Who could have asked to have met such lovely people?  The funny thing is, if I had been with Theresa, I'm sure I would have enjoyed myself, but that would have never happened.  Sometimes being on your own forces you to make connections and look at what wonderful people you can meet in the process! 

After kissing each other goodbye and thanking them once again for their generosity, I made my way back to the block of apartments to fetch my luggage and wait for my lift.  Thankfully I had been told of the bus airport drop off by the Jury's, just in case he did not turn up, but I needn't of worried as he got to me at the agreed time and he looked as gorgeous as ever.  I can't say the same about me though.  It had been a very warm day and I had done a lot of walking and likely looked a little flushed with all the food and drink I had earlier, but he never said anything if he did think I looked a mess.

We discussed our meeting a little and how horny the stockings playing with him looked and we both agreed it was a wonderful site.  Then we discussed my potential return and he kindly offered to pick me up from the airport, which was again very kind of him.  Of course those that don't ask, get and as he has asked for nothing in return, I will of course make sure he is fully aware of my gratitude when I do come back, not least due to fancying the pants off him lol, but also due to him being a genuinely lovely man.

This is really where my story ends.  I bought a few keepsakes at the airport and even persuaded myself to buy a bottle of Coco, Chanel, which I desperately need. I would of course love to return, but need to work it out so that it does not raise too many questions at home.  I am thinking perhaps I will get a ferry next time and go over to Dublin as well, maybe hiring a car, so I can maximise what I can take with me and be more flexible.  I may fit in another stop as well, although I'm not sure where would be best yet.  I guess I have time to investigate yet.  Either way, I will be back and if you were one of the people that I met while I was in Belfast, thank you so much for being part of my experience.  It was fantastic from start to finish!