Royal Flush Part 1

If there was one thing James enjoyed it was risk. He'd been a risk-taker since he was a kid, and nothing gave him the same thrill as taking a huge risk and getting away with it.

Well, almost nothing. Sexy young escort girls from Kiev escort agencies usually gave him an enormous thrill, too, and he often booked a young blonde escort girl for an incall or outcall appointment when he felt the need to unwind. He was a wealthy guy, and he thought nothing of calling an escort agency and spending several thousand pounds a week on sexy call girls.

The one standing next to him right now was about as sexy as Kiev escorts got. Jo was of medium height, with long, straight dark hair than reached down to brush the top of her lovely tight arse, encased at the moment in a nice short skirt. It was warm, so she was wearing sandals - James could see the smooth sexy flesh of the escort's feet encased in the leather straps. Retracing his visual steps back up the call girls legs and over her arse he then paused to admire the thin strip of tanned flesh poking out above the top of her skirt. Usually you can see what sort of underwear a girl has on by looking just here - but none was in evidence. The escort girl was busty, too - her 34d charms were struggling to say inside her tight, lime-green top.

She was standing by his side. Not lying next to him, or sat astride him: sexy young escort Jo was standing by James' side because they were in a queue - to have a look around Buckingham Palace. When James had first put the idea to his sexy escort companion she giggled and agreed right away. James had asked the escort agency to send him a very adventurous escort girl when he had made the initial outcall booking - he was pleased to see that they seemed to have sent him exactly the right sort of girl.

There was no wandering around Buck House by yourself - all guests had to go on an official guided tour. James and Jo joined a group of about twenty - mostly well-rounded American tourists - and began to follow their guide. They hung about at the back of the group, trying to make themselves inconspicuous so nobody would notice when they vanished for some sexy fun.

The tour began. James barely listened to the guide rambling on about the works of art on the wall. He was less interested in Turner and Tintoretto than he was in the beautiful arse swaying around in front of him. Now that was a work of art. So perfect, in fact, that he couldn't keep his hands off it. Getting close up behind Jo, he brushed his palm across her arse cheeks, trying to find out what was under that tiny skirt. He couldn't feel anything. Either the sexy young outcall escort was wearing a very tiny thong, or -

The call girl pushed her mouth to his ear so that he could feel her hot breath against the side of his head. 'There isn't anything there,' she breathed. 'No pants. Just pussy.' To reinforce her point she let her had drift down over his abdomen, and let it come to rest on his belt-buckle, just above his crotch. In his jeans his cock sprang to attention, fighting against the denim to get out and invade the sexy young brunette's pussy. He needed to be inside her really badly. Even more, he needed to do it right here and now, inside the Palace. He needed to find somewhere. A cleaning cupboard, an empty room. Anything.

He soon saw their chance. The guide had led them into a long, high vaulted dining room. On one side there was a large, square table that had clearly been in use for some earlier event. It was covered in a big white cloth that reached nearly - but not quite - to the floor on every side. As the group moved on through the room, he put his hands either side of Jo's slim waist and held her back. As the last of the tour group went through to the next room he took her by the hand, lifted the edge of the cloth, and climbed under the table. She followed him.

It was like being in a tent. They had about three feet of head room, and beneath them - appropriately enough - was a thick shagpile carpet. The thin table cloth that was shielding the sexy young escort and her client from view let in enough light for them to see each other by. Knowing there wasn't long, they fell on each other. Jo the escort girl lay on her back on the thick carpet as James began to kiss her full on the lips, running his hands over the tightly-encased breasts and down over her smooth, tight stomach. He traced his finger around her belly button, then ran his hand down between her legs, rubbing and massaging her crotch through the cloth of her skirt. Turned on by the stimulation and the risk, the brunette call girl began, very quietly, to gasp.

He ran his hand further down her smooth, waxed legs and then quickly up her skirt. She was, as promised, naked underneath. He felt the lines and contours of her smooth, hairless pussy, and sank an experimental, questing finger into her snatch. She was very wet, so he pushed it in further. Then he eased in another finger, and another, and another. The escort, lost in quiet ecstasy, was tight. But she showed no discomfort at having four fingers thrust into her tight pussy. James decided to go for the full Royal Flush. Pushing his thumb inside her too, he slowly balled his hand into a fist inside the horny escort, and began gently to pump her pussy.

She came almost straight away. Groaning quietly but uncontrollably, she pushed her head up into the hollow of James' neck to muffle the sound of her orgasm.

But she didn't muffle it quite enough. Brisk steps approached, clicking over the parquet that lined the visitors' tour route. Whoever was outside knelt down and lifted the edge of the tablecloth...