I am a workaholic. It has always been work before anything else for me. I was obsessed with my legal practice and worked 12-16 hours a day for years. And then, suddenly, as it often does, life caught up. My wife left me, my kids hardly know me, my parents passed away. I was just a sad, lonely fellow with little to look forward to in life. I had more money than I knew to spend on, I had cars, but no one to go on a drive with, I had a house, but my bed was cold and empty, I had jewellery, but no woman to lavish it on. Gradually, it dawned upon me that I cannot go on this way. I have to learn to have fun and my first time having fun ended up with me in bed with Abigail Ratchford and Lindsey Pelas.
I contacted this escort agency who sent me a whole portfolio of models to choose from. A veritable smorgasbord for someone who had barely had sex few times in the last decade. I had hardly jerked off either. But the moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew I wanted her. I wanted her bad.
Her hair was jet black, the perfect setting for those captivating green eyes. Her expression was cheeky, seductive as also warm. This was a woman, I felt, you could not only go to bed with, but also wake up to. My eyes were drawn towards her ample bosom, perfectly accentuated by a green bikini top. Her breasts were barely restrained by that green fabric. I felt myself get hard just looking at that cleavage. Further down, her stomach was well-toned, the result of hard work at the gym. I looked down at my own belly, distended by beer and Chinese takeaway. I looked back at the screen to see her green bikini bottom give way to a set of the most gorgeous legs, tapering away to a pair of stilettos. Her name was displayed at the bottom -- "Abigail Ratchford". I knew this was the woman I wanted to not just fuck, but make love to.
I texted the agency back saying I wanted Abigail. "How would you like her?" That was puzzling. Seeing no response from me for a few minutes as I scratched my head and kept thinking about this green-eyed goddess, the sales rep from the escort agency texted back. "I'm sorry, sir, I was unclear. I meant, do you have any specific preference? In case you're a first timer, may I suggest a "girlfriend experience""? "Sure". "Great, we will text you her number and you can take it from there".
A few hours later, I sat at my study staring at the screen, screwing up the courage to text Abigail. Her display picture showed her in a ravishing lace lingerie, with her back to the camera. Her booty was out of this world. If I thought her eyes, face and tits were the real deal, her booty was simply mind-blowing. My cock seemed to defy gravity if I so much as glanced at her. But while my cock was raring to go, my brain had frozen up. I knew this was nothing more than an escort who was obliged to go to bed with me (so she should be, considering the money they were taking from me), but yet, my palms were sweating and I could not seem to think of something to say to her. I decided to have a stiff whiskey and then do the deed and of course, needless to say, it did the trick. I texted my out-of-this-world opener, "Hey, beautiful". But irrespective of my texting skills, she was a whore contracted to fuck my brains out by her agency. So our chat proceeded:
"Hey, handsome. Where are you taking me for our date?".
"..."
"Stormfest is the hottest club these days, I hear".
I suppose the agency had a tie-up with the nightclub. I could not imagine I was thinking of this when this bombshell was planning to have sex with me. My head needs to be in a museum.
"Sure, Abi. May I call you Abi?"
"Of course you may, honey."
"May I suggest what you wear tonight."
"Your wish is my command, baby."
"I think a tight-fitting green dress would be the thing. The green would match your eyes."
"Oh baby, that's so thoughtful. I will do that for you. Would you also like me to invite a few friends and make it a party or would you rather it be just the two of us?"
"Sure, honey, invite whoever you like".
"Great, baby, I'll see you there at 8 tonight."
***
I handed over my keys to the valet and strode in the VIP section. Before I could even look around, someone slipped their hand in my arm and kissed my cheek. I turned around and saw heaven. Abigail Ratchford in a tight green dress smirking at me. I almost blew my load there. I know -- that's how long it had been.