'Discreet Encounters'
the card stated in an elegant typeface.
'For those times when a woman needs a man for company'
. My forename and a mobile telephone number completed the message and a silhouette of an embracing couple made sure there could be no misunderstanding of its meaning.
*****
When I started out in my new role in life, I had fondly imagined that the majority of my clients would be career-women who had sacrificed relationships on the altar of business success or unhappily married or otherwise unsatisfied women in their mid-lives, seeking male company before sex completely passed them by. It wasn't long, though, before this idea of my likely clientele was completely disabused. One of the contacts that contributed towards this in a big way was from Barbara, a teacher in a well-known all-girls college. To say that her proposition was a surprise would be typical British understatement.
As tutor to one of the sixth-form classes, Barbara was expected to look after the pastoral care of her students as well as their education. At 28, she was only ten years older than her students and so they tended to look to her more as an elder sister than the mother figure that a lot of the other teachers resembled. This was certainly true when it came down to sex. Many of the students felt that Barbara was someone they could turn to with their problems and questions.
The problem was that the law limited the way in which she could help with these problems. For example, if a girl wanted to talk about the problems she was having in reaching a climax when she masturbated, the sensible answer might have been for Barbara to say 'Show me how you're doing it'. However, teachers who stepped over the line in this way with those in their care faced the sack and the possibility of being sent to prison.
A small group of the girls met with Barbara once a week and had very open discussions about sex and related issues. Because of the sensitivity of the situation and because not her students were interested in participating, these sessions were only open to a specially invited group. Even so, Barbara had to be quite clear with these girls that while she would like to help them more than she could, the sessions had to be limited to discussion. However, she did explain that once the school year had finished and all the girls had turned 18 and had left school, the restrictions would no longer apply. At that point, she would be happy to arrange a weekend away for any girls who wanted to take advantage of an opportunity to move things onto a different level. The idea, she explained, would be to help the girls get to know their bodies better and to reach a greater understanding of their sexuality.
She expected that four or five of the girls would want to take part.
It had also been her intention for her boyfriend, Dave, to join the group to help her deal with aspects of the male anatomy and sexuality. However, a couple of weeks before the weekend was due to take place, Barbara discovered that Dave had been having an affair with one of her best friends and the relationship was off. That left her with a problem. She didn't want the weekend to be an all-girls affair - she needed a man there too. Even in this day and age, she was acutely aware that a lot of girls had little real understanding of men's bodies.
That's why she had called me. She had heard of me and wondered if I would I be prepared to step in? Needless to say, I was intrigued by the idea but I wanted to know more before I committed myself and we both thought it would be an idea to meet up to discuss it further.
Barbara had rented a house for the weekend in a suitably isolated location so that the girls could be as uninhibited as possible. She hoped that if the group spent much of the weekend mixing together naked, it would help them to shake off their concerns about body image.
'I can't remember having so many body phobias when I was their age', she said to me. 'We only seemed to worry about out tits being too small and our bums too big. Now their concerns are much more intimate.'
Spending the weekend naked wouldn't be compulsory, of course, but she hoped that most would participate without making any who chose not to feel awkward. She wanted the girls to get to know their own bodies better and to be able to appreciate the sheer variety of the female form - and to understand that there was no such thing as a 'normal' body.
As for my part, I was to be naked the whole weekend so that the girls could get used to being in the presence of a naked man - and have a naked man looking at them with no clothes on. The girls would be free to look at and touch me in any way they wanted but it would be up to each girl whether she allowed me to get close up and personal with her.
'What about actual sex?' I asked her.
'Let's just see what happens', she said. 'Nothing might, but I'm sure some questions are bound to arise that could best be dealt with by a "practical demonstration". If that happens, you and I will provide the demonstration.'
Beyond that, Barbara realised that some of the girls might want to participate further. She had no objection to that and, in fact, she thought it would be good for them. The first man to take her had been a much older man. He had been very good indeed and she had never regretted it for a moment, except that he had spoiled her for some of her later, less experienced lovers.
Other than that, she planned to let the weekend simply follow its own course.
*****
It took me a few moments to take all of this in. I was to spend a whole weekend naked in the company of an attractive 28-year old woman accompanied by four or five 18-year olds, most of whom would probably be naked too. A weekend that was to be devoted to talking about sex and was bound to result in a high state of arousal in all concerned. And I might well be performing sexually in front of the girls - possibly even having sex with a couple of them, too, if my judgement was anything to go by.
Visions of young, warm, wet mouths encompassing my cock flashed across my mind, followed by thoughts of tight near-virginal pussies opening for me. Not to mention a teacher who had just split from her boyfriend and might well be ready for a good fucking. It sounded rather idyllic.
There was no question as to whether I was willing to participate - indeed, that rather seemed to have been taken for granted.
'I suppose I ought to insist on at least an inspection, if not a trial', Barbara added, 'but that seems like cheating. You're going to have to take your chances on what the five or six of us are like so it's only fair we should do the same with you. And you probably wouldn't be in this line of work if you didn't stack up. That just leaves the question of your fee - you don't offer educational discounts, I suppose? Just think of all that nubile young flesh awaiting you!'
*****
The planned location for the weekend turned out to be just beyond the London suburban fringe - hardly remote I thought, but when I got there I found it was a beautifully restored ancient house in an isolated woodland clearing and accessible only by a mile-long rough track. We were certainly unlikely to be disturbed except by any passing wildlife. In the end, there were seven of us - me, Barbara, and five girls. I was comfortable with that. Any more might have made for hard work.
There was one double bedroom, which Barbara had reserved for herself - and me - of course. There were three other rooms, each with two single beds. The girls divided themselves between them without fuss. The lounge had an enormous fireplace and, as the weather was a touch on the cool side despite it being early summer and, the girls set to and eventually - not without a fair bit of fuss - got a blazing fire going. Presumably they were thinking about us all soon being naked.
The five girls were Emily, Sophie, Alice, Lucy and Makena. Makena was a gorgeous, statuesque girl of African origin, who, I soon discovered, came from Kenya. The other four ranged from Alice, who was short and petite but with heavy breasts, to Lucy who was a more substantially built but nicely-curved girl with red hair, very pale skin, and tiny breasts.
The increasing warmth was the signal for us to gather round in a circle and undress. Barbara and I, of course, stripped off completely. I noticed that the girls paused in their undressing as the two of us got down to our final garments. It seemed that they were as keen to see the slightly older woman's body revealed to them as they were mine.
Barbara had a sweet, oval-shaped face with blue eyes and a full, smiling mouth gave her immediate appeal. Fair hair tumbled down past her shoulders resting on the upper curves of nicely rounded breasts mounted high on her chest. They were tipped by taut, mid-pink nipples. A neat waist and hips, framing a flat stomach, led down to a pair of long, slender legs. She was completely shaved, revealing a long tight slit between her thighs, with the merest hint of her clit peeking out at its top point. All in all, her lovely firm body hinted at a regular exercise regime. I have to say that I was looking forward to getting to grips with it.
Emily, Sophie and Alice quickly removed all of their clothes and, in unison, threw their panties across the circle in my direction as they removed them. All three then did a twirl, brazenly displaying their bodies for my benefit. I found it hard to believe that they hadn't planned and rehearsed that little routine. Lucy and Makena removed their bras - not that either particularly needed them - but both decided to keep their panties on.
Barbara and Sophie then went through to the kitchen. To save time, Barbara had brought a large pot of goulash that she'd prepared at home and the two of them put it on to heat up while they readied a pan of rice. It wasn't long before they set out seven steaming plates of food on the table. I found myself sitting between Barbara and Alice; the latter did her best to make her heavy breasts sway on her slender frame as she ate, as if trying to attract my attention. At one point, her hand slipped across onto my lap and gently rested itself on my cock. I could feel myself hardening as her little hand closed around it. Barbara immediately reached across and removed it.
'There'll be plenty of time for that tomorrow', she chastised the girl. 'We don't want anyone jumping the gun.'
'No, miss, sorry miss', Alice replied in a mocking tone. 'I hope you've got a nice big bolster to go down the middle of that nice big double bed tonight then. We can't have any guns being jumped during the night, can we?'
Barbara scowled at her. Fortunately, it was all in good humour.
The evening went well. There was no TV set in the house - Barbara nearly brought one from home but she realised that might lead to squabbles as to what to watch so she sensibly decided against it. However, there were a couple of packs of playing cards and various other games, as well as books, and very soon we were all settled around the fire amusing ourselves in a way that was much more convivial than watching TV.
