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I
Met Him At The Bar.
Story #1
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One evening I decided to visit a local restaurant with
a lively bar attached. I walked up the bar and ordered a sparkling
water. Drinking is not really my thing. I looked around at the crowd.
It was the usual yuppie crowd, with the men bragging and showing their
moves. Then I spotted him. He was handsome, he had that professional
look. He was standing at the end of the bar, just watching the ladies.
I decided to make my move, so I slowly walked up to him and asked his
name.
I could tell he was quiet and revered, he just smiled. He did not tell
me his name, he just started to question me. He asked what my name
was. I told him, my name was Julie and that I was an independent intimacy
counselor. He laughed, then replied he was a counselor as well, but
a counselor of law.
I was not sure what the attraction was, but I was mesmerized. I was
smitten. At first he played hard to get, looking around at the other
girls. He scanned the ladies on the dance floor, checking out their
small, tight behinds. Who was I kidding, here is a handsome professional
playing hard to get. Yet,I was not about to let him go.
I moved a little closer, close enough to feel a bulge in his pants.
He set his drink down and slightly turned, but it was no use, he was
hard like a rock. He moved his eyes back to me, he looked directly
in my eyes and stared. I felt he was undressing me at the bar. I put
my hand around his back, to steady myself on the bar. He was strong
and physically fit.
I tried to make small talk, but I could tell he was either playing
hard to get or not interested. I straighten my top to make sure enough
cleavage showed. My panties were dripping wet with anticipation. He
was so beautiful and sweet. He was not what you would expect to find
in a bar.
It was that very moment that I realized I wanted to wake up next to
this man. We made eye contact again, I could tell he was interested.
He asked me how one becomes a intimacy counselor and what are the charges
for my service. I took a deep breath and started to share my story.
I was a professional surrogate wife, a lady who could share the special
moments in ones life without the strings attached. I would be there
to listen, be there to share and be there to please.
At that moment, I could tell it would be special. He looked at his
glass and explained that he was not sure that would be a good idea,
since he was married. I assured him it would be our little secret.
Just then I turned to look at the crowd on the dance floor, my hand
brushed against his pants. He was definitely glad to meet me. His cock
was sticking straight out, poking the front of his pants.
I reached up and put my arm around his neck. He was strong and smelled
so sweet. I then put my other arm around his back, like we were dancing.
He pulled me closer, close enough to feel me, yet, not so close that
anyone noticed. I reached up and kissed his lips. They were so smooth
and round.
He asked if I visit the bar often, I quickly said no. I was not one
to visit bars, I usually met my men on the internet. I could tell this
man was different than all the others. I wanted to spend the evening
with this man, I wanted to feel him next to me when I slept, I wanted
to feel him next to me when I woke up.
I ever so gently let my fingernails ripple across his zipper, just
enough vibration to see if he responded. He stood up straight and his
breathing slowed. He quickly asked me if I would like to get a table
and order some dinner. He summoned the waiter and soon we were sitting
in a corner booth, out of the way, just enough light to see our meal,
but not enough light to draw attention.
The waiter came over to take our drink order. As he walked away, I
moved a little closer and gently reached my hand over and placed it
on his cock. Then I slowly started to unzip his zipper. He froze, he
turned to me with a question in his smile. I told him it would be ok.
I reached in and pulled out his manhood. It was long and perfectly
shaped. I gripped his cock with my hand, just as the waiter returned
with our drinks. We quickly ordered a appetizer and the waiter walked
away with a strange smirk on his face. Did he see my hand?
I quietly slid my hand up and down the long, tender shaft. I circled
the beautiful head of his cock. I wanted to taste his cock at that
very moment. I moved over just another inch and kissed his lips, then
inserted my tongue in his mouth. He was licking and sucking my tongue
like he had not tasted another women. As he licked and sucked, I could
feel his cock growing in my hand.
I looked up to see the waiter with our appetizer, still that same smirk
on his face. I slid back in my place in the booth and kicked off my
high heels. I took a bite of the appetizer in my hand and slowly held
it up to my mouth. I slid it in my mouth like I wanted his cock. Devouring
each and ever bite. I lifted my leg up and placed my foot between his
legs. I could feel his cock resting against my foot.
We consumed the appetizer like we wanted to consume each other. I could
tell the place was getting louder and the crowd was moving on to the
dance floor. The waiter retuned and asked if we wanted to order dinner.
My new friend replied, we had other plans for dinner, this was just
a warm up. He left a check and quickly walked back to the kitchen.
I could not take it anymore, I thought and thought, I wanted to taste
his cock in my mouth, but I did not want him to think I was like those
other girls. So I decided to take the plunge. I slid down in my seat
like a child and crawled over to his seat, pulling his cock back out
of his pants, I slid it into my waiting mouth. It was so smooth and
fit perfectly into my mouth. I devoured his cock rocking back and forth,
building up the motion, but slow enough not to make him come.
He was breathing heavy and his cock was thick and strong. I could feel
the veins of his cock against my tongue. I wanted more, I wanted him.
But would he come back to my place with me, would he ask me to his
place?
I crawled back over to my seat, sliding back up to a sitting position.
I explained that I had lost my shoe and was looking for it. He just
smiled.
He just watched the crowd, not giving me a clue where I stood. I wanted
to know. I did not want to ask. He asked if I lived alone. I told him
that I have a motel room down the street. He asked if I realized he
was married. I figured he was, but then, I figured he was missing something
in his life and I had that missing something and I wanted to share
it with him.
He asked if he could follow me to my room. He stood up and I could
not help but notice the huge bulge in his pants. I stood along side
of him and escorted him to the door. We both got into our cars and
started down the road. He was a stranger and I was allowing him to
follow me to my motel room. I am not sure why, but I felt safe with
this man, secure and most important, appreciated.
We arrive at the motel. I wait for him to come over to my car. We walk
in to the motel, arm in arm. We take the elevator to my floor. We walk
down the hallway and I use my key to open the room. This was the moment
I will never forget.
I turned to close the door a he was standing there, waiting to take
me in his arms. He put those strong arms around me and squeezed me
into him. We folded up into one, like we were meant for each other.
He kissed me, deep inside my mouth. He ran his hands down my dress.
I put my arms around his chest and dreamed, like a young girl meeting
her prince charming.
We walk over to the other side of the room, near the bed. I slowly
unbutton his shirt, pulling it out from his pants. Then I unfold his
belt and unzip his pants. I hold his pants as he steps out of them.
I completely undress my new friends. I drop to my knees and take his
cock in my mouth. Hoping for him to mount my face like he is making
love to me in my mouth. I place my hand on his ass, squeezing and pulling
him closer and close. I could feel his cock throbbing.
He pulls out and takes my dress, pulling it off my body like a lion
looking for food. He unsnaps my bra, letting it drop the floor. He
uses his mouth to pull my panties to the floor. Then he sits my on
the end of the bed and pushes me on my back. I started to have my first
orgasm, knowing what he had in mind.
He dropped to his knees and places his face in my pussy. He places
his hand on my belly, moving it ever so gently. I start to squirm,
I start to pant, breathing so heavy. I look up but all I can see is
his face buried deep inside of me. I start to feel warm and tingling
all over. I know a wave of orgasms is on the way.
I gently reach down and hold his head, pulling him closer and closer
to me. I am not sure how long he had me in this position, but I lost
track after an hour. I must have cum every five minutes, I was drained.
He pulled himself up, and started to suck on my nipples, just enough
to make them tingle, yet no so hard they hurt. He started to lick faster
and faster, the sensation on my breasts made me warm all over.
I pulled him tight and rolled over, with me on top, I felt I could
control the evening. I sat up and stared to ride my new friend like
a horse, they call it cowgirl. After a few minutes, I turned and rode
him backwards. They call it reverse cowgirls. I was riding up and down,
my cum was lubricating us like a wet shower.
I pulled off, since he was not wearing any protection, but he wanted
me, he needed me. So he turned me over and climbed on top. He wanted
to feel me under him, he wanted to feel us together, like one. He started
to move faster and faster. I was about to explode. I was experiencing
one ongoing orgasm. It was like being in the ocean in high tide, the
waves of cum were splashing inside my body. I was weak, sweat was dripping
off my forehead. I had never felt anything so wonderful.
It was so right, yet so wrong. Two people coming together to share
such a beautiful moment in time. I kissed his lips like this moment
would forever be with me. I looked deep in his eyes as I felt him shake
and a loud moan filled the room. I knew I would never forget that moment.
To look at us, one would think we were molded together. Lying there,
connected in more ways than one. I took one more look in his eyes and
took my tongue and licked his lips one last time.
As we pulled apart, I hoped this night would never end, but I knew
we both had a life to return to. As I drove home, I could still smell
his scent. I could still feel his breath and I could still feel his
body connected to mine.
Until next time, good night and sleep tight.
My Camping
Trip In The Mountains
Story # 2
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It was a cool winter day. I decided to take a hike in
the North Georgia mountains. I figured I could hike the Appalachian
trail from Springer mountain, the start of the trail to blood mountain,
near Cleveland Georgia. They say you should never hike alone, but I
was ready for the challenge.
I wanted time alone to think, to clear my mind. See, I live a hectic
life, I am a full time mom and a part time pleasure provider. Between
taking care of my family, grocery shopping, visits to the nail salon
and beauty shop, I see clients for an afternoon of fun and fantasy.
It was early in the morning, the cool crisp air filled the valley.
I left the state park and headed for the start of the trail. Equipped
with my backpack, supplies and raincoat, I started the hike. The trees
were beautiful, they looked like they were standing tall in their birthday
suits, with no leaves. It must have been close to freezing, heavy fog
and mist limited the mountain views.
As I walked along, I could not help but study the foot path. Imagining
life one hundred years ago. As I approached the first hill, I realize
that it was going to be a long day, with many miles of trail ahead
of me. I continued on my way, thinking about what I left behind. My
warm bed, my steamy hot coffee and large jetted garden tub. I questioned
my intentions, was it a personal goal, a time to connect with nature
or a time to rethink my boundaries.
Yes, my boundaries. See I have a client, a very special client. I met
him a while ago, he was unlike any client I have ever met. He is a
wonderful man. Reality reminds me we are client and provider, our time
together says differently. I lost him for over a year. He was gone,
without a trace. Then he re-entered my life, but this time with both
of us aware of the boundaries.
I continued down the path, looking for a place to rest. I came upon
a large boulder. It looked like a perfect place to sit and listen to
the birds. I looked around and all I could see was the mountains in
the national forest. I took out my bottled water and sipped slowly
since I needed to conserve the my supplies.
With less than 6 hours of daylight left, I figured I needed to resume
my hike or I would run out of daylight. I had not planned to spend
the night in the forest alone. I figured I could make shelter in less
than four hours. My sleeping bag was strapped to my shoulders and my
supplies neatly arranged in my backpack.
I must have miscalculated my speed, since it was getting dark and lonely
on the trail and I had several miles to go. As I progressed down the
trail, the fog started to set in. The air grew wet and sticky. The
temperature started to drop and I began to get cold. With two layers
of sweatshirts, I was still cold.
I noticed the trail started to look less traveled, especially with
nightfall arriving so quickly. As I walked along, the path became slick
and wet. The trail started a downward slope, the terrain was rough
and the rocks were slick.
I air had a faint scent of a campfire not far ahead. A few yards ahead,
I noticed a small creek crossing the trail. The stream looked like
a mirror lying on the ground. The water could not have been deeper
than 3 or 4 inches. The bottom of the creek was lined with smooth round
and oval rocks. I decided to try and skip over the creek, just like
when I was a child.
I stopped and thought about my journey so far, a single lady, on a
cold wet night, all alone in the national forest. I realized that I
might not reach my designed shelter tonight. I took a step back and
leaped, only to land on a moss covered rock and slip back into the
creek bed.
I could feel the shooting pain in my right ankle, it was most definitely
not a good sign. My shoe was submerged in the creek water and my ankle
was tender and sore. I attempted to stand, but there was no use, it
was hopeless, I had twisted or sprained my ankle.
Here I was alone, in the night air, stranded in the forest, far away
from civilization. My only hope was waiting for another hiker to come
along, but on a dark, wet cold evening, that seemed hopeless. I could
smell the campfire, I could see a small orange glow in the woods.
I decided to call out for help. At first I used my quiet voice, " is
anyone out there?" I did not hear a response, then I spoke up
and said, " if there is anyone out there, please come and help
me." Still no response, so in a deep voice, I shouted, " please
help me, I am hurt and in need of assistance!"
It was useless, no one arrived. I laid there, waiting for morning,
with my ankle swollen and my body begging for warmth. All of a sudden
I looked up and heard the bushes moving, I heard footsteps. My heart
stopped, what was headed my way, I was in no condition to run.
Just then I looked up and there he stood, my friend, my hero, my client.
Yes, my client from Atlanta. I could not believe this, was it a mirage?
Was it a dream? Was it possible, was it him?
Just then my mind started to turn faster than my brain could process.
All I could think about was the movie, " seems like old times" with
Chevy Chase and Goldie Hawn. She divorced him, left him, told him to
never come back and then while driving on a dark and slippery road,
has an accident and runs up to a cabin to report the accident and guess
who answers the knock at the door, yes, it was him. Although this was
only a movie, could this be happening in my life?
I reached up and grabbed his leg. He reached down and grabbed my arms
and pulled me up. I have never been so happy to see my friend. I started
to cry. He put his arms around me and said, Julie, please don't cry,
it will be ok.
At that moment, I was limp, my body was completely drained. He helped
walk me to his camp site. He had build a fire and had a tent set up
just a few feet from the fire. I asked him what he was doing in the
forest all alone. He said he needed time away and to think about his
busy life, so he loves to hike in the forest.
He asked what a lady was doing alone, in the middle of the night walking
down the trail. I explained my original hiking plans, to arrive at
a designated shelter by nightfall, but things did not work out as planned.
Then I came across the creek and slipped and hurt my ankle.
He took out his first aid kit and wrapped my ankle. He is a protector,
a hero in my book. So we spent the night talking. I was cold, so I
snuggled as close to him as possible. We were molded together, wrapped
up in one sleeping bag.
As I turned, I took one look at his face and my lips reached out for
his. We were embraced from our lips to our toes. I held him so close.
I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. It was as if he was painting
the interior of my mouth. Our tongues touched which set off a tingling
in my body.
I reached over and as I did, noticed something, he was fully erect.
I took my hand and reached in his sweatpants and gripped the head of
his cock. It was warm and smooth. I slid down in our sleeping back
and slowly took his cock and welcomed it into my mouth with my tongue.
I slid it in and out, like I was playing a flute. He was so hard and
so eager to explore my mouth with his cock. I continued to slide his
cock in and out of my mouth, just enough to tease the end of his smooth
cock, then back in again.
It was at that moment, that I realized I needed to feel him inside
of me. As I climbed back up in the sleeping bag, I used his body like
a ladder. Once I was face to face with him again, I took my hand and
guided his fully erect cock inside of me. There was no room to move
in the sleeping back, so we just enjoyed the feeling of being connected.
Knowing that I did not bring condoms on a hike, I felt him growing
inside of me. The head of his cock started to swell. I was starting
to orgasm, the feeling started to intensify. I could feel him going
deeper and deeper. I pulled away and he pulled out.
I knew it was time, I turned around and slowly stared to move closer
to him. His cock was rubbing against my back. I slid a little higher
and took my hand and gently guided his cock, which was about to explode,
into my ass. The pain of entering my tight ass was quickly turned to
pleasure. I could feel his cock swell, he thrust in and out just a
few times, but the tightness quickly overcame his intentions and he
climaxed. I could feel his cum shooting inside of me. The hot semen
was splashing deep inside me. His face went flush as he moaned.
I could feel his cock slowly start to deflate. He stayed inside of
me for a few more minutes and I felt a pop, a tug, a feeling like he
just pulled out. Without saying a word, I turned over and gave him
one last kiss on the lips and said, thank you for being my hero.
In the morning, I unwrapped my ankle and it felt fine. I am not sure
if it was the tight bandage or the intimacy that cured me, but either
way by 9 am I was back on the trail headed for my warm bed, hot coffee
and large garden tub. I will see him again, but that night was special,
I appreciate what he did for me, and I hope he appreciates what I did
for him.
Would you like to go on a hike with me?
My Overnight
Session
Story # 3
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I had waited a long time for this night. I met him almost
two years ago. He contacted me like any other potential client, but
once we met, I realized he was different. He was a lover, it was not
just about sex, it was more about the intimacy than the sex. The build-up
to that moment is what I remember most.
Time has passed, but the passion has not. He contacted me again, but
this time it was different. He was ready to see what lies ahead. We
both knew we were in un-chartered waters. It might sound simple, but
it was not. See we are both married to other people. He and I both
know that we have a commitment to others, yet the energy between us
does not lie. When we are together, we both feel like high school kids
in the back seat of a car. Waiting to experience sex, love and intimacy
for the first time.
When I see him walk through the door, I sense the feelings, I begin
to fantasize that this moment will last forever. I get so horny, just
thinking about what lies ahead. I want to just grab this man and never
let go.
I wanted more, I wanted to feel his body against mine. I wanted to "play
house" and experience that honeymoon with him. I needed more than
I could have. He wanted more than I could give. The level of intimacy
grew too strong, I grew too weak. It was at that very moment that he
agreed to see me for a night on the town, a night together, a morning
of lust. What more can a girl ask for.
We talked about where this was heading. The logistics of a night together
in a town where so many people know us. It was almost as if we were
having an affair, yet, it was so business like. My mind wondered, his
mind dreamed, but together we both knew it was something we needed
to experience.
How can two mature, married people spend a night together without anyone
finding out. Sure, we could always say we were having a business meeting,
but they would only work if they did not sense the chemistry between
us. I could say I was his client, but only if they did not notice him
looking at me with lust in his eyes. How could we pull this off.
I went home thinking this would never happen. One spring day, I looked
at my e mails, it was from him. I did not know if he wanted to see
me again or if this was a note just to say hello.
It read:
Dear Julie,
It is time we consummate this relationship with a night together.
I will meet you at your studio on Friday night at 8 pm.
Plan on 12 hours of fun, laughter and intimate conversation.
See you at 8 pm.
My heart stopped, it would really come true. A night of intense passion, of intimate
conversation and great sex. For me, an experience that I will always cherish.
I had one week to plan my wardrobe, buy new makeup and pick out just the right
candles to fill the room with light and ambiance. I had one week to prepare for
what would be the date of my life. One week till my fantasy comes true.
I feel like a school girl. What if he does not think I look good? What if he
does not show up? What if he changes his mind? All the things school girls wonder
about. Dating can be a stressful situation. But I know he will be there for me.
On Wednesday, I receive another e mail from him. My heart sank thinking about
what it might say. What if he changed his mind, what if he decided to see someone
else? What if he wanted to reschedule? Either way, the anticipation grew too
much, I clicked on the e mail to open it. Wow, it started out with 48 more hours
to go. My fears were unfounded, he was as anxious to see me as I was to see him.
On Thursday, I decided to tell my family I was going to be away on Friday evening
and I would see them for lunch the following day. The anticipation was getting
the best of me. Where would we be dining, what was on the menu? Would we be romantic
or nervous?
Friday afternoon, I visited the nail salon, manicure and pedicure were in order.
The other customers at the salon were all preparing for an evening of dinner
and dancing, I was preparing for an evening of dinner and sex. I was not dating
for the future, I was dating for tonight. I wanted it now, no games to play,
no waiting, I was ready for this evening.
I went home and took a long warm bath. Soaking in lavender bath oils. Just the
idea of spending a night with another man was enough to make me wonder. How is
this possible, it goes against everything our society tells us. It seems so anti-marriage,
yet seems so right.
If two people care for each other, why can't they experience life together, without
the risk of damaging their marriage? This is so much like high school, yet so
different. In school, you think about the future, what will happen in college,
will he fall in love with your best friend, will he like your parents, will your
parents like him? In our case, the only question is " what happens when
you see sunlight in the morning and you know the evening has ended?"
I packed my overnight bag and headed to my studio. I unpacked my things near
the sink, turned on the music and checked the time. It was only 7:15, forty five
minutes to wait. I sprawled out across the bed and waited. I guess I fell asleep.
I dreamed about the evening ahead of us. Sipping a glass of wine, looking through
the glass at his smile, watching the candle flicker in his reflection in my glass.
I reach under the table to rest my hand on his thigh, but it gently slides closer
to his zipper. I feel his cock standing tall like a statue in a museum. I slide
my hand on the front of his shirt, touching his shirt with my hands, but feeling
his emotions. Knowing that this night is like no other. I was his for the night
and he was mine.
I started to think about our one night honeymoon, sharing a night together, a
special night for just the two of us. Then came a knock at the door. I looked
through the viewfinder, it was him. Standing tall and looking like he just came
from a photo shoot for business weekly.
He walked in, took a good look at me in my black, low cut cocktail dress. I could
tell he had other things on his mind. Dinner was not one of them. He might have
been thinking room service, but this evening would be special. We talked about
our day, we shared the usual pleasant " so good to see you" and shared
that smile that says it all.
I walked up to greet him, wrapping my arms around his neck, hoping to never let
go. He looked down and I looked up. Our lips took over to welcome each other.
It was as if they wanted to officially greet and thank the other for being their.
Our lips and tongues danced like two people in the moonlight.
We both pulled back, not wanting the evening to go too fast. We were both looking
forward to the anticipation of the night ahead.
He said we need to go, or we would be late. As we headed for the lobby, you could
tell the hesitation of holding hands or locking arms. Our emotions screamed for
togetherness, but our minds reminded us of our permanent relationships.
Arriving at the restaurant was unique, would we walk in as boyfriend and girlfriend
or would we walk in as two business associates. The restaurant was busy, it was
a Friday night and most couples had no where to go. We had other things on our
mind. With only a 5 minute wait for a table, we stepped in the bar. It was crowded,
mostly with yuppies looking to meet that special person. I looked at him, he
looked at me. I think we both felt like we were past this stage, our situation
was unique and different.
The young girls giggling at the boys. The boys flirting with the girls. Off to
the side were two couples, both around our age. One couple looking so happy and
content, the other looking so miserable. How do two couples, both about the same
age, end up so different? I was satisfied to share the moment, the night together.
I was not asking for more, although a girl can dream.
They called our name, our table was ready. He had requested a corner booth, in
the back of the restaurant. It was off to the side, yet not obvious. As we walked
to our booth, we both scanned the restaurant for anyone we knew. It did not appear
that we knew anyone in the restaurant.
The waiter appeared quickly, sharing a wine list with us. Since neither of us
were really into drinking, we settled on a glass of white wine. The waiter walked
away and we both turned and looked at each other. It was as if time froze. Not
a word was spoken, we just stared into each other's eyes. What was he thinking,
what was I thinking. Not a word, but our emotions were speaking loud and clear.
The waiter returned with our wine. We toasted to a life long friendship and great
times together. It was if we were dreaming and just waiting to wake up. I sipped
my wine, thinking about our night ahead. Thinking about waking up with him, watching
the sunrise, sipping coffee in bed with my friend, my lover, my client. Yes,
those little reality checks keep our life on track.
The waiter returned and we ordered. Each choosing a healthy option, saving room
for dessert, the kind with no calories. While waiting for our meal, we started
to talk, keeping the conversation light, we talked about other escorts and young
people facing the dating world. The conversation moved closer to home, we talked
about my husband, his wife and our children. It was feeling more and more like
a real date. With only one problem, at the end of our date, we would return back
to our family lives. This is where fantasy meets reality.
I reached over and asked for his hand, like a man asking a lady for her hand
in marriage. I squeezed his hand like we were at Disney World on a roller coaster.
He smiled and reached out for my other hand. There we were, like two grown up
school kids, holding hands, smiling and dreaming about the night ahead.
Just then the waiter returned with our dinner selections. Broiled fish for me
and shrimp for date. We mixed small talk with our entree. We finished the meal,
but not the small talk. The waiter asked if we wanted to order dessert. Normally
we would pass on the dessert option, but the idea of sharing a dessert, feeding
each other off of our spoon is a girls fantasy. So dessert was ordered with one
thing in mind, erotic foreplay.
After our very romantic dessert, the waiter cleared the table. He presented a
check, which presented a unique situation. Since this was a business meeting
and I am the supplier and he is the customer, who would pay the bill. The gentleman
manners won out and he paid the bill with cash, leaving no trace of our fantasy
dinner together.
I
could not leave the restaurant without sharing a little affection.
If you have sex on an airplane, you can say you "joined the mile
high club." Not sure what the label is for a fancy restaurant,
but that would be too risky, even for an escort. I slid a little closer
to my date. Touching his arm, feeling his chest, reaching up and touching
his face, holding it for just a minute, so I could get a good look
in his eyes.
I lowered my hand and rested them on his thighs, making sure to gently
sweep across his cock. Making sure to let him know that I have a
night of pleasure to share with him. Showing him how much I appreciate
this night together. I felt it was time to go, time to return to
my place to consummate this day, this special event.
As we walked to the door, again we both scanned across the restaurant.
I noticed someone I knew. I did not worry since the lighting was
low. and she had her back to the door. We stopped at the entrance
and picked up a mint. Out the door we went as a couple.
We returned back at my place. As we walked into the room, it was
not the same as in the past. Maybe their is something to the saying, " breaking
bread together." The music was still on from when we left, the
lights were low and the sofa was calling our names. I lit the candles
and slid off my shoes. He made himself comfortable on the sofa while
I changed the music.
I joined him on the sofa, like two kids on a first date. We looked
at each other, I thanked him for our dinner and the time we are together.
He thanked me for sharing my life with him. I reached over and kissed
his lips. He reached over and put his hand on my thigh. In less than
60 seconds, we were kissing and feeling each other. I stood up and
asked him to unzip my dress. There I was standing in my matching
bra and panties. I looked down and he was sitting on the sofa, waiting
for me to return.
I climbed on his lap, facing him, like sitting in a chair backwards.
My breast were pressed in his face, he reached around the unclipped
my bra, allowing it to naturally fall to the ground. He pulled me
closer and took my right breast into his mouth. I felt my body tensing,
preparing for an orgasm.
I unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his body like wrapping paper
on a birthday present. We were sitting there, face to face, allowing
our nude bodies to touch, to get to know each other. After a few
minutes, I stood up and he pulled my panties to the ground. There
I stood in my birthday suit, with nothing on but my smile and my
jewelry.
He immediately pressed his face to my pussy. Clean shaven and dripping
wet. He spread my legs, licking each and every inch of my body. He
turned me around and felt my backside, sliding his hands all over
my body. I was so horny, my body was trembling.
I wanted to repay the favor, so he stood up and I undid his belt,
unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his pants. I reached in to feel
his cock. I felt like a kid reaching in a treasure chest ready to
pull out a surprise toy. I pulled out the best toy known to mankind,
his erect cock. I pulled his pants to the ground, since they would
no longer be necessary until tomorrow morning, when our time together
ends.
I took one look at his beautiful hard cock and my mouth offered him
the universal greeting. I slid down on his cock, teasing it with
my tongue. I went slow and easy, tasting ever inch of his cock, feeling
every inch and licking ever inch. I looked up to see the contentment
in his face. He pulled me off his cock and guided me to the waiting
bed, like a ring for wrestlers or a stage for actors. It was my space,
my place to perform.
I laid back and he spread my legs. Like a butterfly spreading her
wings. He went down to taste my juices like a hungry man. I could
feel his tongue licking and sucking. I was starting to orgasm, starting
to get into the moment. I lifted my legs up, giving him easier access
to my private life, my most personal and private area.
After three back to back orgasms, I needed to feel his cock in my
mouth again. I motioned to him to move closer to me, which allowed
me access to his throbbing cock. It was so beautiful, standing erect
and waiting to enter my mouth. After just four strokes up an down
my throat, he pulled me up and over, placing us in a 69 position.
He was on top and I was on the bottom. He started to taste me and
tease me, while he used my mouth like a vagina. Pushing in and pulling
out, reaching so far back in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum,
but I also wanted to feel him inside me.
We moved to a side lying position, molding our bodies in one. He
wanted to feel me beneath him, so he turned me over and slid inside
of me, in a missionary position. I soon wanted to feel him deeper
inside of me, so I lifted my legs up over my head. He started to
rock back and forth, our bodies in unison. He picked up the pace,
thrusting his cock deep inside of me. I could feel the tip of his
cock, brushing inside of me. The feelings were intense, the waves
of pleasure spread throughout my body, the orgasms shook my body.
He quickly pulled out, turning over and looking up, I climbed up
on top of him and stared to ride him, his cock deep inside of me,
my thighs gripping his waist, holding on for life. I could tell he
was about to come, about to explode inside of me, about to consummate
this relationship. I leaned forward, looked him in the eyes, lowering
myself just a little closer, locking our lips, waiting to feel that
special moment. He moaned, I moaned and we both let out a muffled
ahhhhhhhh.
Together, we both shared the most intense orgasm, in harmony. We
just stared at each other, I started to speak, but he just whispered, "thank
you, don't say anything.."
We both lied there holding each other until the sun came up. We enjoyed
coffee in bed watching the room fill with light. From candlelight
to daylight, the transition was so natural, like our time together.
It was time for us to go back to reality, to savor this moment, to
return to our daily lives. Our only hope is to plan another special
night in the near future.
I drove home, listening to the radio, passing the restaurant we had
visited the night before. I could not help but wonder if anyone there
last night enjoyed and cherished their dinner as much as I did. Our
time together was like a fairy tale.
