I was feeling a little homesick when I got the call from a hunky Italian who wanted some company for the evening.

I’ve been working as an escort in London for some time now, and consider it to be my second home. I love everything about it: the shops, the nightlife – and especially the men! Sometimes though, I do get a little bit homesick for my Latin homeland. After all, there’s not too much sun, sea and sand in the English capital! So you can imagine my excitement when I found out that I’d be spending an evening with an Italian gentleman. Now, being able to entertain a Latin man for the evening would like slipping on a familiar pair of shoes for me, and I couldn’t wait until we met.

My date for the evening was called Piero, and he was in London on business. He wanted a Mayfair escort to spend an evening with before heading back to his hotel. When he’d contacted the agency, they only had to listen to his accent to know that I’d be the perfect girl for him. He hadn’t specified what he wanted me to wear but I had a fair idea what would please a red-blooded Italian! So I chose a dress that clung to my curves, and underneath that I wore some lacy white underwear that really showcased my tanned skin. I pulled out all the stops, donning a garter belt and some silky stockings too. I let my long dark hair fall loose, and then I was ready!

I met Piero at an exclusive Mayfair restaurant that the agency had managed to secure us a table at. He was exactly as I’d pictured him – tall, tanned and wearing a shirt that was unbuttoned to show a hint of his chest. He knew he looked good, and I let my appraising look show him that I felt the same. He kissed me on both cheeks, and put a hand on my waist. “Ciao,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. I could have melted on the spot! That famous Latin charm works on me every time.

As our date progressed, Piero told me a little more about himself. He was from Rome, and needless to say, he was feeling a little homesick himself. “You’re just the pick me up I need,” he said, refilling my glass with some of the very expensive wine he’d ordered. Clearly he was a man of impeccable tastes. The evening continued to fly by, and before I knew it we were in the back of a cab heading back to his five-star hotel. His hand was on my thigh the entire time – a promise of what was to come.

Piero had booked one of the best suites in the hotel, and as soon as he shut the door behind us he directed me towards the enormous bed. I slipped out of my dress first, and I could see the effect my sexy underwear had on Piero straight away. Eyes dark with lust, he began to remove his own clothing. By the time he was done, I was laying back on the bed waiting for him to unleash all of that Latin passion. As he started to kiss and caress me all over, I knew I was in for a night to remember…