I saw a movie trailer about an older woman who sought the expertise of a young man, maybe an escort, to discover all the sexual aspects of her body and life. It was a cute concept and I wanted to play with it a bit. Hope this inspired work of fiction is well received!
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My hands were shaking as I walked toward the door. The gentle knock sent me into overdrive. I looked around the room, heart pounding as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. This wasn't something I normally did. I tried to get a grip as I turned the knob, pulling the heavy door open.
"Cassidy?" he asked, my heart aching as my eyes took this man in. He was probably close to 6'0" tall, his skin looking like honey-kissed chocolate. He had dark hair styled back with maybe some mousse? It didn't look rough or anything. His smile was warm, his teeth straight and white. He had deep hazel-brown eyes and a cute freckle under his right eyebrow.
"J-Jeremy?" I could hardly speak. He nodded, offering out a bottle to me. I grabbed it, admiring the shape and size of his hands.
"This is for you," he insisted, still smiling. I took a deep breath and nodded once.
"C-Come in," I stepped back and he walked in. I wafted a subtle but delicious musky cologne. It smelt expensive and divine. I wanted to drown in it. The door shut as I followed him into the room, still feeling like I was going to be sick.
"How was your afternoon?" he asked, sliding his jacket off. He had on trousers and a nice button up. They shaped his body nicely. He started to roll his sleeves up, studying me with a tender gaze.
"Oh, um, it was hectic!" I choked out and he sighed.
"I'm sure that's put a lot of stress on you," why did his voice have to sound so smooth? I nodded, glancing at the bottle. "Would you like to open that now?" he gestured to it and I shook my head slowly, turning to set it down on the desk. I leaned back onto it, hugging myself as I felt the nerves eating me up. The silence festered for a moment, my eyes studying the carpet.
Then he cleared his throat.
"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked gently, easing up from the couch. I hesitated then shook my head. "You look uneasy," he admitted softly and I sighed, rubbing my forehead.
"To be honesty with you Jeremy this is my first time ever doing something like this," I insisted and he only smiled.
"Isn't that why you reached out?" he still sounded so sweet, so sincere. I bit my lip and shrugged, not wanting to look at him. "Tell me Cassidy, what is it that you want from me?" he whispered, my stomach lurched as I realized he was getting closer to me.
"I-I just celebrated my 33rd birthday. Had a huge party and everything," I started sheepishly, glancing at his legs as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He stood about a foot or two in front of me, smiling at me as I adjusted on the edge of the desk. "But it dawned on me when some of my friends went home to their partners that I've spent almost my whole life focusing on myself and my work. Not that I'm upset with that at all. Don't get me wrong I love the work I do, I'm very successful," I rambled on crossing my arms as I looked at him then. That same compassionate smile still on his face.
"I'm waiting for the but," he chuckled and I felt myself smile a bit, sighing as I let out a nervous laugh.
"But the one thing I've never experienced was a relationship, or even romance of any kind," I whispered, feeling embarrassed as I rubbed my forehead uncomfortably. "I'm still a virgin Jeremy. At 33!" I scoffed and he sighed stepping closer to me. His fingers slid up the tie to my robe, my heart racing. I had changed into my favorite silk nightie. It was a beige pink and a bit transparent so you could see my nipples and pubes through it.
I always felt sexy when I wore it and I was hoping it would help me feel more confident. "So what were you hoping for today, Cassidy?" he asked gently, untying my robe slowly. I could feel the tugs and shifting of the fabric around my waist, my body on fire as my thighs rubbed together while I squirmed.
"Anything? Everything? What does it feel like to orgasm? To be pleasured? To give pleasure?" I whispered, lost in the way his eyes studied my body. His smile looked a bit sultry now, our eyes meeting as he bit the corner of his mouth.
"I think I can help with that," he offered. "Would you like to start with a kiss?" he asked quietly. I nodded once, my throat closing as he reached up and pulled the clip from my hair. It fell around my face and shoulders. He set it down, then grabbed my arms and pulled them gently. "I really like it when women touch my chest," he whispered, placing my hands on his pecs.
They were so hot and firm through his shirt, my palms brushing against his nipples which were stiff. I felt his legs brush against mine, whimpering. He pressed his hands into the table, leaning over me as I leaned back into the wall behind me. My eyes stared at his lips as he neared, the heat emanating from his body. Then I felt his lips on mine.
I closed my eyes, my breath shaky between kisses. It was slow, gentle as he let his lips dance and press against mine. "How's this?" he whispered, my lips parting slightly as he talked against them. I felt his lips close around and suck at mine gently with a few more kisses, my mind hazy as a warm fuzzy feeling burrowed its way under my skin.
"N-nice," I sighed, pressing my hands against his chest. He leaned into my touch, his lips covering mine then. I tilted my head, opening my lips against his loving the way our mouths moved and molded against each other. This sensation was intoxicating.