LISA
Jennie's robe falls open, revealing a glimpse of her body underneath the satin fabric. My reaction is intense; a hunger, a profound need to make her come so hard she'll book me again and again and again because it's the only way I'll ever have her. That kiss slayed me and she has no idea that I need this as much as she does.
Nerves flare through my core as I follow her up the ultra-modern, floating staircase, watching her hips sway before me. It's strange as I've only felt this nervous twice: the first time I had sex, and before my first job as an escort. I know she has a thing for me; no one reacts to me like she does. Sure, I'm confident and I know what I'm doing, but this longing is something I haven't witnessed with any of my clients, nor any of my previous girlfriends before. It's the longing of a woman who has repressed her sexuality her whole adult life. That side of her is begging to be discovered and I'm the lucky person who gets to feed her appetite and fulfill her desires. And I want her. I genuinely want her. Tonight is not a job; it's a privilege, an honor. Nothing could have prepared me for how it would feel to have my lips on hers.
Jennie's hand is trembling as she opens her bedroom door. It's a beautiful modern space, just like the rest of the house. In other circumstances, I'd comment on the spectacular view, the floor to ceiling windows or her enormous wooden bed with its hand-carved headboard, but tonight, my attention is undivided. The last slivers of sun cast a warm glow through the room, and the tall palm tree blowing in the wind outside creates a theatrical shadow over the high, white walls, occasionally brushing dark shapes over her angelic face.
"Can I take this off?" I ask, inching my thumbs under the lapel of her robe.
Jennie takes a deep breath before she pulls at the tie, causing the robe to fall open. "I've had two kids," she says, practically apologizing for her body that is absolutely stunning beyond belief. Her full, real breasts are like a breath of fresh air compared to the enhanced and lifted ones that are practically the norm in the Hamptons, and her skin has the color of honey. My guess is she hasn't been told how gorgeous she is often enough, and it saddens me that she's insecure.
"You are so incredibly beautiful," I whisper, and I mean it from the bottom of my heart. The champagne-colored lingerie set frames her figure like a work of art, hugging and emphasizing her subtle curves. When I slide off her robe, Jennie smiles shyly and crosses her arms in front of her chest, but I take her hands and kiss them.
"I think you should lie down," I say, pointing to the bed. While she lowers herself against the abundance of stunning cushions in the middle of the bed, I start unbuttoning my shirt and let it fall to the floor.
Jennie glances at my small breasts in the white Calvin Klein sports bra, then shifts her attention to my fingers now undoing my jeans. She looks intrigued, curious and as I slide them down, revealing matching white briefs, she licks her lips and intense sexual need flashes in her eyes. Standing there for long moments, I give her time to take me in. She's never been with a woman, so I need to take this slow, let her get used to seeing my body.
"Fuck…" she mutters, and that surprises me as Jennie doesn't seem like the type of woman to use such profanities.
I shoot her a flirty smile and get on the bed, then position myself on my hands and knees over her, my mouth lingering just above hers. "Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"
She nods and lifts her head slightly, her eyes begging me to kiss her. Kissing Jennie is confusing because it makes me lose control. It's arousing, all-consuming and organic, like a free-flowing river. She pulls me in and I moan as we swallow each other whole. Her arms are around me and her nails scrape over my back as I turn to her neck and trail soft kisses down to her collarbone and her breasts, following the edge of her bra. At this point I'd normally ask my clients what they want, but I doubt Jennie has any idea. She's enjoying this, though; the way she moves, lifting her chest to meet my mouth is a mesmerizing sight. I slide my hands under her arched back to unhook her bra and meet her eyes to make sure she's comfortable with me taking it off.
To my surprise, Jennie swiftly removes it herself and throws it across the room like she's been dying to get it off. The sight of her beautiful breasts makes me salivate and I stare at her nipples that rise and fall rapidly with her quick breaths.
Fuck. I want her so badly. Just a gentle brush of my hand draws a loud moan from her mouth, and when I fold my lips around one of her perfect, hard, pink pebbles, she cries out and bucks her hips. So turned on that I have trouble holding back, I force myself to wait a moment before I move to her other nipple. Her reaction is astonishing and comes from deep, deep within.
"Oh my God," she mumbles, pulling me harder against her. I twirl my tongue around it, then tug gently, using my teeth while I watch her. An eruption of pure joy has settled over her features and she's a beautiful mess, her eyes closed as she moves her head from side to side.
Continuing to kiss my way down her ribcage, I caress her belly and stop just below her navel before moving back up. I want to make her wait, to make her first time last. Her lashes flutter, the hairs on her arms rise and her heart is pounding rapidly when I run my hand back up over her breasts, using my other to steady myself above her. Her nipples are rock hard, her cheeks rosy and her breaths pass her lips in an irregular blend of quick intakes and long exhalations.
"Are you okay?" I ask, more out of courtesy than concern because there's no way she's uncomfortable. Splaying my fingers wide, I caress her and knowing where I'm heading, she's hardly able to answer.
"Uh-huh." Jennie's voice goes up a notch, telling me I've hit one of her erogenous zones, just above her hipbone. I'm always observant; it's my job. I aim to get to know my clients' bodies first, explore their reactions to everything I do. Stroking her there again, she moans loudly, and I move down, sink my face against her soft skin and drag my tongue over the spot. "Yes…"
Jennie shifts impatiently, and when I tug at her panties, she lifts her hips so I can pull them down. "Please," she mumbles.
My breath hitches at seeing the thin strip of hair between her thighs, at her glistening sex when she spreads her legs a little. I can feel her heat radiating against my chest and long to run my tongue through her wetness and taste her. God, I want to taste her, but I can't because this is a job. Not without protection. I'm afraid to break our organic interaction by walking over to my bag and ripping open the packaging of dental dams, so I slide back up and cover her body with mine.
We both sigh at the contact and fall into a longing kiss, our limbs tangled and our hips thrusting into one another like we're long-lost lovers. My thigh between her legs, my hands in her hair, her leg wrapped around my hips and her fingers squeezing my behind, pulling me tightly against her. Our desperately needy body language is so far removed from the cold reality of an escort and her client and although in theory this makes no sense, it's wonderfully simple and abundantly clear. I want her and she wants me and right now, we need each other in a way that is entirely tangible and physical.
Sliding my hand between her legs, I run a finger through her hot folds, and she lets out a strangled cry and throws her head back.
"I want you," she whispers against my lips. Those three words wash away my restraint and all I want is to make her explode. Her whole body is shaking when I enter her with two fingers, and I kiss her again, moaning as I feel her wetness coating my fingers. Our mouths are locked, our bodies one, and I fuck her slowly and deeply, moving into her as if in a trance. It's beautiful to hear her pleasure, to feel her need, to know that I'm giving her something special that she's never had before. Jennie opens up like a flower and sucks me into her deepest depths until I'm lost in her and she's lost in me. I feel her clench when I curl my fingers and lift my head to look at her. She arches her back, her muscles tensing while she holds her breath, her eyes widening at me in surprise. And then, she comes crashing down with a strangled cry and clasps her hand over mine, holding me inside her while she rides out her climax. Her eyes shut tight and her brows furrow, and she bites her bottom lip so hard I'm afraid she'll make it bleed. It's a painfully beautiful moment and not wanting it to end, I draw it out for as long as I can. Stroking her hair with my other hand, I remove dark strands from her clammy forehead. She looks spent and content and sad at the same time and when a tear rolls down her cheek, I brush it away.
"Are you okay?" I'm worried when she doesn't answer right away, her gaze absent as if she's totally lost in thought. But then she smiles and places a hand on my cheek.
"Yeah. I'm just…" Jennie pauses, searching for words. "I had no idea," she finally says. "All these years, and I had no idea."
All I can do is smile back because now is not the time for conversation. She needs time to reflect and gather her thoughts. It can't be easy when you find out that you're attracted to women at the age of thirty-nine, especially with a whole life behind you. I kiss her forehead and roll off her, and she nestles herself into the crook of my arm like she belongs there. Holding her tight, I stroke her hair while we lie there in silence, wishing the night would never end.