It's not about my first sex but about my first sex for money!

It was a Friday evening and I wanted to go dancing again but when I went out it was still too early, so I went to a bar to kill time until it was time to go to the disco. It was my first time there. I went to the bar and ordered myself a drink. I was wearing a short black skirt and a red blouse, after a while a man came up to me asked me if he could sit with me, he seemed nice and looked good and looked good, so I agreed. He invited me for a drink and after a while he asked me something I hadn't expected. he asked if I would do it for money and for how much! At first I was a bit shocked but after a short hesitation I actually I actually agreed, I had already thought about what it would be like having sex for money and now I could experience it! Shortly afterwards, we made our way to his hotel. I let him show me the hotel room, which looked more like a small apartment with a whirlpool. Unlike on a 'real' date, I didn't think about whether I found the other person physically attractive or whether I could imagine a relationship. Right from the start, I made sure to adapt my body language and topics of conversation to suit him. For example, when he told me which movie he had particularly enjoyed recently, I recommended similar movies that had inspired me. In this way, I confirmed one of his themes - which makes most people happy - and also authentically reflected his joy. Little by little, the greatest possible connection between us for this evening developed in the short time. I found it extremely exciting, but it was also very emotionally draining.Because I was hyper-focused on one person and put my own sensitivities and topics of conversation on the back burner at times. After about 20 minutes of small talk, I turned our conversation to sexual desires and fantasies. I told him that he had nothing to be ashamed of. I wanted to hear how he imagined a perfect evening with me. What turned him on. What he wanted to try out. Whether he had any reservations or fears. What he gradually and somewhat shyly confided in me was ultimately less spectacular than I had expected: he wanted tender sex. He would like to kiss me. He wanted to watch me masturbate on the bed in front of him with a vibrator he had brought along. He would have loved to get a blowjob and for me to ride him. Check. Check. Check. Check. All of this was within my emotional and physical comfort zone. For a fee, I wanted to give him pleasure. I have to say: I am generally deeply relaxed about sexual preferences between adults - as long as everyone involved agrees. As far as I'm concerned, people can chase each other around the apartment in chicken costumes and then fuck each other in the ass. I don't have to take part in everything. During sex itself, I wasn't concerned with my own arousal, but with my partner. Remember, it's about a service. He seemed to like it, he moaned pleasantly and complimented me: "Oh my God, you're an incredible woman." Afterwards, he thanked me. He beamed and said that he had really enjoyed it. He seemed happy and relaxed to me. Ten minutes later, I was in the cab home and did a quick self-check. Conclusion: I was fine. Very well in fact. I was proud of myself that I had mastered my first booking with confidence, it made me happy that I had left a person happier than I had found them. And, of course, I was happy about the money in my pocket. Later I found out that this bar is used by businessmen and tourists who pay for sex, I didn't know that at the time, it was my first time there! I've been there a few more times since then!