Review: Lauren Barnett

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Well, well, well, well, well well, well. Well! I can't honestly remember how I first stumbled across Lauren but after reading her reviews and salivating over her website, this ravishing sex goddess went straight to the top of my TDL. However, as president of the Las Vegas chapter of Procrastinators Anonymous, I couldn't very well just email Lauren and set the ball in motion. Do I invite her to Vegas? Go to Phoenix? Accursed decisions! What to do? Nothing, of course, until a mutual provider friend (you know who you are, JB, and I owe you big time!) told me that she and Lauren would be visiting Vegas in January for their annual vacay. After I regained consciousness, I emailed Lauren (this was in October), to arrange a four hour dinner date during her stay and presto! thanks to JB we were set. A few jaunty emails here and there over time with phone numbers exchanged a few days before Lauren's arrival. Day of, I motored to Lauren's strip resort to pick her up and she was waiting for me exactly on time by valet. This svelte and stunning creature couldn't be missed as she was wearing a microscopic green dress which showcased her glorious gams and barely covered her snatch and ass cheeks, and a lovely pair of six inch lace covered stilettos. Lauren hopped into my carriage, flashed her devastating smile, and we exchanged a quick kiss and "nice to finally meet you's." Off to one of my favorite strip restaurants where our table allowed us to "railroad" side by side along a perimeter wall so we could watch the entire room. Most eyes, not surprisingly, were on Lauren, a stunning beauty who possesses a flawless Playmate's body complete with rock hard ass and long, lithe showgirl legs. The restaurant was packed (concrete convention was in town...who knew?) but my favorite waiter was his usual unperturbed, professional self and our drinks and meal flowed effortlessly. Our conversation flowed effortlessly as well as Lauren and I began chatting about anything and everything from the moment she got into my car until I bade her farewell hours later. As our dinner progressed, my right hand somehow came to rest on Lauren's left thigh. Lauren's deep dark chocolate skin glistened like silk crepe-de-chine and felt like the smoothest mahogany imaginable. My furtive strokes mysteriously rose northward until I discovered this exuberant, naughty lass wasn't wearing panties! "I'm not wearing a bra, either," Lauren chirped upon my discovery, her sparkling brown eyes dancing with mischief. Time for the check. We quickly scadaddled back to Lauren's hotel, grabbed a quick drink in the lobby bar, and then headed up to her room. Non vips, well, I don't know what to tell you other than that Lauren is not only the most beautiful, sexy and elegant chocolate woman I've ever been with, but she's unquestionably one of the most beautiful, sexy and elegant women I've ever been with, period.