Her relationship was loveless, sexless, and she was trapped. While divorce would be the ultimate answer, the adage, “it’s cheaper to keep him,” rang in her ears.
One particularly lonely night, as he snored and drooled on the pillow next to her, she decided to look into her options. She didn’t want a relationship. If she was going to have a one-night stand, she didn’t want to go through the courting process to get there. I’ll hire an escort, she thought. And that’s precisely what she did.
She was a bit nervous that evening, but not nearly as much as she believed she would be. Honestly, her only goal for the night was to get off for the first time in years. Fuck all the bullshit that might go with it. With a deep breath, she knocked confidently on the hotel room door.
The woman on the other side was quite striking. She wore a black silk robe, black heels, and a welcoming smile. A pool of black hair hung around her shoulders with black eyes to match. She stepped aside to let her client enter.
Once inside, they exchanged names and niceties, and the client slipped into her own sexy robe.
The client’s name was Candy. The escort was Nancy. They both complimented each other’s beauty. And those were their only words of conversation.
Nancy walked over to Candy, perched on the edge of the bed, and sat in her lap. She stared into Candy’s eyes briefly, then leaned in and kissed her passionately, allowing her hand to slip beneath Candy’s robe to caress her breast softly. Before completely withdrawing her tongue from Candy’s mouth, Nancy nibbled Candy’s lip and simultaneously pinched her pert nipple hard. Candy gasped at the pain, but Nancy could feel she was into it.
Candy lay back on the bed, welcoming Nancy to explore her body. Nancy’s hands, fingers, nails, tongue, lips, and teeth ran all over Candy’s upper half, and Candy moaned in pleasure as the woman expertly touched her.
Nancy slid her hand inside Candy’s frilly black panties and was amazed by the wetness Candy had already achieved. Her finger went to Candy’s clit, rubbing in achingly slow circles. Candy’s moans soon increased in intensity, and Nancy knew she was going to make her cum.
As Candy got closer and closer to climax, Nancy continued to move just as slowly on Candy’s clit. Nancy knew how exquisite that slow rise to orgasm felt to her, and she was sure she could tell Candy loved it too.
Slower and slower, applying just the right amount of pressure, Nancy rubbed Candy’s clit until Candy’s back arched, and she moaned, “Oh, God. Yes. I’m cumming.” Nancy never stopped her slow and steady pace until she felt Candy’s legs quiver beneath her. Then her movements changed, and she moved her finger as fast as she could on Candy’s clit. In seconds, Candy screamed, “Oh, yes! You’re making me cum again. Fuck!”
She continued to move vigorously on Candy’s clit until she said, “Oh, God. Please. Please stop,” and she tried to squirm away from the finger that was causing too much pleasure.
After a moment, Candy caught her breath, quickly redressed, and kissed Nancy’s soft lips once more. “Thank you for the best orgasms I’ve had in years. If you have room on your schedule, I’d like to make this a regular thing. And next time, it’s your turn.”
“You bet,” Nancy said. “I’ll see you same time next week, love. I can’t wait to see what you plan to do to me.”
Candy winked at Nancy on the way out the door and said, “You won’t be disappointed.”