The Escort Next Door (9 page)

His fingers moved smoothly, massaging the globes of flesh
with just the right amount of pressure. His thumbs meanwhile, rubbed teasingly
over my nipples, prompting me to mewl plaintively. All too soon, his hands were
gone, slipping down my torso and pushing the dress down. I lifted my butt,
helping him ease it off my hips, then he swept it down my legs and over my feet
with ease.

With the exception of my stockings and stilettos, I was
completely nude. And I realized, as I glanced down my body, that the soft skin
around my sex was glistening with the same fluid that had been spread around
Ben’s mouth.

But that didn’t seem to bother him. He quickly shuffled
back, slipping off the bed and reaching for the cabinet on the right side.
Yanking open the top drawer, he enclosed something in his hand, before quickly
closing it again. With his free fingers, he unbuckled his belt with ease and
unfastened the fly of his pants. With the help of gravity, they quickly dropped
to the floor and he kicked them, and his shoes, off.

“I’m sorry,” he said, gripping the thick elastic waistband
of his boxer briefs and forcing them over his hips. “But I need you right now,
I can’t wait any longer.”

The Escort Next Door

M
y jaw slackened as his underwear was pushed down
his legs and his manhood sprung free. His circumcised penis was huge; thick,
long and perfectly smooth. It was rock hard, which was obvious even without
touching him.

“It’s all right,” he said calmly. “I’ve got a rubber,” he
added, holding up the thing he’d retrieved from the drawer just seconds before.

I tried to relax, to ensure that he didn’t realize my
expression of mild alarm was for a completely different reason. I forced a
smile, as I watched him slide the condom down to the base of his shaft with
practiced ease.

He then bent at the waist scooping his boxers and socks off,
before moving back to the bed. I scooted into the middle of the mattress, one
hand leaning down and grabbing the large heel of one shoe.

“No,” he quickly urged. “Leave those on, too.”

“Okay,” I nodded. I was expecting him to climb onto the bed
and place himself between my slightly parted legs.

However, he simply sat on the edge, turning his head over
his shoulder at me. “Come here,” he encouraged with a playful jerk of his head.

I followed his instructions, sitting up then rolling onto my
knees and shuffling across the bed toward him. As soon as I was within reach,
he wrapped one arm around me and pulled me closer. The other hand curled over
my hip, the fingers reaching my ass. With both arms able to guide me, he
compelled me to lift one leg over his so I was straddling him.

My eyes were fixed on the hard rod between his legs. The
rounded head, beneath a thin layer of cream latex, that was straining toward my
sex. Using his shoulders for balance, I slowly peered into his face.

“Please, Arianna,” he groaned, his hips involuntary jerking.

Taking a steady, slow inhale, I realized that there was no
turning back. I had passed the point of no return. Of course, what I wouldn’t
have admitted then was that I would not have turned back even if I could have.
Forcing myself to breathe calmly, I slowly lowered my hips. David’s hands were
sliding serenely over my lower back, occasionally dipping to caress the curve
of my buttocks.

I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, as I felt his
domed tip begin to force its way inside me. I held still, giving my entrance a
chance to adjust to the unfamiliarly significant girth. However, instead of the
discomfort I expected to experience as he entered, the sensation was
satisfying. Ready for him, my body wanted to be stretched and I instinctively
sank deeper.

“Ugh,” he groaned, his hands clasping my buttocks tightly.
“Yeah, that’s good.”

“Hmm,” I moaned luxuriously, inching further and further
until my outer lips met his firm pubic bone. Startled, I opened my eyes and
snatched a glance down to our joined bodies. I was amazed that he was buried to
the hilt, he was completely sheathed within me; filling me in a way that felt
unbearably good.

It obviously felt pretty good for him, too. His pupils were
dilated, he was gasping heavily and his brow had a few beads of sweat. As he
tipped his face to the ceiling, I watched his throat flex as he swallowed.

Running my right hand down the length of his arm, I clasped
his fingers between mine and lifted his hand to my mouth. Moistening my lips, I
guided two of his fingers over my tongue, closing my mouth around them. When
this caused his hips to thrust against mine, I sucked hard on them.

“Arianna,” he whispered, his head thrusting forward. His
tongue moved frantically between my breasts, following the curve of one before
moving to the center and latching onto the nipple. He gently grazed it with his
teeth before tapping it with the tip of his tongue. It grew harder under his
attention, painfully so.

“Ahh,” I cried, releasing his hand. Writhing, I rubbed my
slick clit against his rigid body. I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a
suddenness that surprised even me, I forced my thighs into action, lifting my
body, before hurriedly slapping back down. This time, as his dick slid into my
wet passage, it seemed to go deeper. “Ugh,” I grunted as my ass slapped against
his thighs.

David tried to keep his mouth on my breasts, lapping and
sucking as best he could at the moving target.

Needing the leverage, I put my hands back on his shoulder
and began to bounce up and down on his thick, stiff shaft. As he buried his
face in my cleavage, I wrapped my hands around his head, enjoying the feel of
his panted breath against my skin.

My own lungs were expelling air in excited shrieks and
squeals. Soon, my legs no longer had the strength to lift me to the top of his
penis. Instead, I could only manage feeble shallow thrusts.

David began to help me, his hands guiding my hips and
supporting some of my weight. However, his motions had become equally rapid and
uncoordinated. As his grunts and my cries rose and combined, he lifted his face
to mine.

I peered down at his sweaty expression, my breasts jiggling
around so violently that they were slapping against the underside of his chin.

“Ugh, God. You’re so hot,” he panted. “Arianna,
you’re...you’re so fucking hot.”

“Ahhh,” I cried, an extra strong jolt against his pubic bone
sending waves of orgasm through me.

As my internal muscles spasmed and clamped him, David began
to desperately buck beneath me. “Yes,” he groaned. “Ugh, Christ!” His hands
tightened at my hips, fingertips digging into the thin flesh.

Aftershocks caused me to jerk and writhe against him for
several more seconds, while our pounding hearts began to slow. I could feel his
pulse pressed against my right breast and remember marveling, just for a
moment, at the fact our hearts seemed to be racing in time with each other.

Eventually, I grew still. My butt falling to his lap and my
sex pressed as close to his as I could get. My arms were wrapped tightly around
him, unwilling or perhaps unable to let go. His softening shaft was still
tucked snugly within me and I was in no hurry to break the spell of calm,
comfort and serenity that had descended over the two of us.

“Are you okay?” he softly asked, his hands making lazy
patterns up my spine.

With a ridiculous smile on my face, I nodded, knowing he
would feel the movement against the side of his face. “I’m good,” I said, my
voice thick and weary. “Was it okay for you?” I quickly added, remembering
suddenly that I’d been moving to the demands of my own body; chasing an orgasm
for myself without the conscious awareness that the only person that mattered
was him – the paying customer.

“Are you kiddin’?” he laughed. “God,” he sighed. “That was
incredible.”

“Are you sure?” I insisted, releasing my hold of him enough
to tip back and look at his face.

“Arianna,” he said, shaking his head with amusement. “I
haven’t had an orgasm like that in a long time.”

“Me neither.” The words slipped out before I had a chance to
hold them back. “I mean,” I added, wanting to backtrack, but unsure how to
without offending him. Giving up the search for something that would make me
sound more experienced, I shrugged. “I guess, I mean exactly what I said,” I
sighed. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like that.”

“You know,” he said, with his lopsided smile. “Coming from
any other woman who does what you do, I would think that you were just telling
the client what he wants to hear,” he continued. “But I believe you. And I
can’t tell you how good that makes me feel.”

“Really?” I asked, cocking my head to one side. The fact
that we were still joined, still naked, entwined in each other’s arms didn’t
seem in the least bit odd. Instead, talking to him like that felt like the most
natural thing in the world. I was more relaxed than I’d been all day, more
relaxed than I’d felt for months, maybe even years.

“A woman’s orgasm,” he began, his eyes drifting to a spot on
the wall behind me, “is beyond beautiful. It’s beyond sexy. It’s one of those
rare special, fleeting moments when life seems to make sense; my life seems to
make sense, you know?” he finished, nervously searching my face for
understanding.

“Yeah,” I offered quietly, “I guess I do.”

“What are we all here for if it’s not to give and receive
pleasure from each other?” he added. “I don’t mean just sex, and I don’t mean
seeking pleasure when it’s going to hurt someone else. But those moments that
make us feel alive, those are what are precious.”

I nodded silently, ruminating on what he’d said. In a
nutshell, he’d summed up the job of an escort. Companionship was a form of
pleasure; sexual gratification was quite obviously a source of it, too. The
role of an escort was to bring some of those precious experiences to another
human being.

I wasn’t naïve enough to believe that all men who hired call
girls were as nice or as affectionate as David, but maybe they weren’t all as
sex-crazed and selfish as I’d assumed either.

“Anyway,” he said, nudging my thoughts aside. “I guess, I’d
better,” he muttered, tilting his head toward his groin, “take that off.”

“Oh, right,” I blurted, suddenly remembering the condom that
was still covering him and now filled. “Then, I guess I’d better get up,” I
stated obviously, sliding my hands back onto his shoulders, which were clammy
with drying sweat, and pushing my lower half off his lap.

 His hands remained securely on my waist as I rocked back
and placed my feet on the ground. “I...umm,” he grinned, his eyes moving
appreciatively up and down my body. “I hope to make you come like that again
before the night is out.”

“Huh?” I quizzically muttered, glancing at the digital clock
on the bedside. There were another three hours of David’s time with me. Did it
make me even more of a whore that I smiled like the Cheshire cat when I
realized that?

***

It was almost three in the morning
when I eventually got home. I’d ended up staying an extra half an hour with
David. It was time I’d assured him he didn’t need to pay for, especially since
he’d promised to hire me again next time he was in town. In fact, he’d even
suggesting flying me across the country to spend evenings with him elsewhere.
With the kids and trying to keep my moonlighting secret, out of state trips
would have proven difficult. However, I was certainly keen and said I’d think
about it. In any case, he insisted on paying for the additional thirty minutes,
and while his hand was in his wallet he grabbed some cash for my cab fare.

By the time I wandered into my kitchen and poured myself a
mug of herbal tea, the effects of the alcohol had well and truly worn off.
However, I was not as tired as I’d expected to feel. In fact, quite the
reverse, I was wide awake. I felt energized, I was on a strange kind of high,
the like of which I’d never known.

Never in my wildest dreams had I expected to actually enjoy
selling my body. Never had I imagined that a man who pays women for sex, could
be a more tender, considerate and affectionate lover than my own husband. David
was possibly better in bed than Paul had ever been; sex with him had definitely
been better than the last few years with Paul.

More importantly, I told myself, I had a little over two
thousand dollars in my purse. I’d need much more to be completely free of Paul,
but it was a great start.

The positive experience with David had renewed my enthusiasm
for the idea. Not all clients would be like him, that was obvious. But I’d
learned something important about myself; I could do it. I could have sex with
a stranger, sex with no real attachment. If I’d done it once, I could do it
again. And, there was a chance that there were more David’s out there; more men
who wanted an uncomplicated evening, but who still treated women with respect.
In fact, the more I thought about it, the more it occurred to me that men who
use escorts do view women with respect. It’s men who pick up any girl in a bar,
tell her what she wants to hear, then disappears in the morning and spends the
next month dodging her calls, who have little or no respect for women.

An escort’s clients are, at least, honest; they’re frank
about what they want and they’re willing to pay a fair price for a girl’s time.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t anything like as
sleazy and degrading as I’d first assumed. Perhaps I was just trying to make
myself feel better, because I was now one of those women I’d considered degraded,
but I truly believe that my eyes had been opened that night.

And that wasn’t the only thing.

Sex had never been a particular preoccupation of mine.
During the first stages of our adult relationship, Paul and I had sex quite
frequently and I enjoyed it. I especially liked the fact that it seemed to make
him so happy. However, I didn’t ‘get it’. I could not understand why women
craved sex, why they would put themselves in dangerous situations to seek it
out. It was fine; it was nice, but it wasn’t the earthshaking experience so
many people seemed to think.

In the most unexpected of places, my earth had been shaken.
I understood it now with a clarity I could never have believed. I had left
David completely satisfied, relaxed and happier than I’d felt in months. But in
the quiet of my kitchen, the desire was building already. Yes, I wanted the
money, I wanted to secure a future for me and the children – those were my
prime concerns.

But I’d be lying if I said the thrill of what I’d done
hadn’t sparked a sort of addiction. I wanted more sex, uncomplicated sex with
no attachments; pure pleasure without hurting anyone else.