New Year’s Eve in London brings fireworks and an unforgettable night. This story follows Landon, a guest at a five-star hotel in Marylebone, and Tessalya, the woman the agency arranged to share his evening.
This erotic story is fictional and intended for entertainment
A story from City Butterflies, a high class London escort agency.
A Message Before Midnight
Landon had spent the week in London on business. By the last evening, the meetings were done, and the hotel suite felt too quiet for such a special night.
He sent a WhatsApp message to the City Butterflies team. The reply was calm and clear. The booking was confirmed in writing. It gave her name, the hour, and where she would meet him. He did not need to ask anything twice.
Tessalya was getting ready on the other side of the city. The streets below her window were alive with lights and busy with people heading out. She looked forward to spending New Year’s Eve with Landon.
She had chosen a red dress for the night. It drew longing gazes wherever she went, and she wore it with ease. She had a way of making a room feel calmer, and men noticed that as much as the dress.
At the hotel, he waited near the lobby doors in a dark suit. When he saw her, he stepped forward and took her hand and kissed it gently. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“It drew longing gazes wherever she went, and she wore it with ease.”
Dinner in Marylebone
Landon had booked a table earlier that day. He wanted to impress her.
He had chosen a small Italian restaurant on a side street off Marylebone High Street. The street outside was busy yet tranquil. Inside, flickering candles made the room warm and inviting. Tessalya, it turned out, loved Italian food.
They talked through the whole meal. He told her about his life and his work. She asked questions that showed she was listening. They found they shared more interests than either of them had expected.
By the time the plates were cleared, the conversation was sizzling. He caught himself watching her mouth when she laughed.
Fireworks Over the Rooftops
After dinner, Landon took her outside. The first fireworks were bursting over the rooftops, and the crackle echoed down the street.
He stopped on the pavement and leaned in for a kiss. She kissed him back without hesitation.
Then he told her that his suite would be the perfect place to watch the rest of the fireworks. She smiled. She did not need persuading.
They walked back to the hotel beneath a sky bright with fireworks, the distant bangs rolling across the city. The romantic atmosphere only increased the sexual tension that had been in the air since they first met.
“He stopped on the pavement and leaned in for a kiss. She kissed him back without hesitation.”
The Suite
At the door of the suite, Landon held it open and Tessalya stepped inside first. Her legs showed under the dress as she crossed the room. Landon came up behind her, and she felt his warm breath on her neck.
He began to undress her from behind. Once the dress had fallen to the floor, he guided her back onto the sofa. He took off his shirt as he drew closer. He stood in front of her, and Tessalya sat up and opened his belt. She unzipped his trousers and reached for him. He was already aroused.
She caught his underwear in her teeth and drew it down. Tessalya took him in her mouth, slowly, and he grew harder with every moment. Her technique was flawless. Landon was losing his mind. It was unlike anything he had known.
He wanted more. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her skin on his.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
Tessalya looked up at him. “Yes,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
He took hold of her hair and raised her to her feet, then turned her toward the table by the window. She bent over it and looked back at him over her shoulder. Landon pushed into her, gathered her hair into a ponytail and tipped her head back. She pushed back against him and let him know, without a word, that she wanted more.
Outside, the fireworks kept rising. Inside, midnight drew closer, and so did the two of them. They welcomed the new year with fireworks of their own, and a night neither of them would forget.
After Midnight
Later, they lay quietly while the city settled. The fireworks had faded to the odd far-off crack.
Tessalya dressed slowly and kissed him once more at the door. Landon watched her go along the corridor.
In the morning, a short message from the agency arrived on his phone. It said she had enjoyed the evening, and that the team would be glad to arrange another.
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For a quiet district with a long evening ahead of it, read about an evening in Marylebone. For more of our stories, read The Christmas Time Date or The Girlfriend Experience.
