Dawn Carson sat at the neatly laid table at the back of the restaurant feeling worried, yet with some excitement. Why mixed emotions? Partly because she had never done anything like this before. Thirty-four years old, separated from her husband for nine months, and here she was waiting to meet a man she did not know, who could be bedding her by the end of the evening. And she had set it up herself.
Her simple black cocktail dress with two narrow straps that left her tanned shoulders bare was worn with seduction in mind. The waiter's eyes had bulged as he'd stared at her cleavage, which was deliberately revealing. But acting like this was all so new, so out of character. She still doubted whether she could go through with it.
A nervous second sip of the dry white wine as she allowed her mind to play over the circumstances which had led her to this point.
Regan's parting words as he'd walked out on her, they had been the catalyst. "Goodbye, you frigid bitch." He had said it before, but as a parting shot it had really struck home. Was he justified? It wasn't just because she had refused anal sex, was it? Or because she had always ducked out of giving him a full blow-job?
Truth was she had always been left with a sense of disappointment as his hard, little cock went limp inside her. Listening to her closest friend Ella, talking enthusiastically about,"the wild night Dan and I had last night," or" he gave me one of my best orgasms ever," such moments had left Dawn, nodding her head, as though she understood. But she had no real comprehension of the experiences that Ella so joyfully outlined.
Seeing women on screen in the throes of a passionate encounter, she knew that those squeals of wild delight had never been her experience. She was sure that Regan was screwing around, because his demands on her body grew limited, and she really didn't care. When he did walk out, there was a sense of release, with only that damning word 'frigid' hanging over her head.
Ella couldn't believe it when Dawn told her, and Ella's suggestion of a casual affair with someone was rejected. Dawn didn't think that would help her understand this apparent shortcoming. Then Ella had suggested that she could try the Peter Casson Escort Agency.
Dawn had immediately protested at the very idea at being involved with a gigolo, Ella had told her, "It's not what you think. I have an acquaintance who used them. Apparently very discreet, very aware of relationship difficulties. You spend the evening with a man and whether there is sex or not is entirely up to you."
Dawn wasn't too certain, but eventually she contacted the agency, and had a tactful interview with a surprisingly vivacious young woman. The lady wanted to know nothing about her problem, and told Dawn that intimate details could be disclosed to her escort, but only if she wished. Dawn was then told that her escort would be Jack, and the restaurant they recommended was the Vichois, where the cost of the meal was covered in her fee. Dates and times were agreed, and now, somewhat uncomfortably, here she was.
Eyes on the entrance, further doubts assailed her. How much of her intimate details could she reveal to a strange man? Dawn had just taken another sip at her wine, when a tall man in a light fawn sports jacket entered and spoke to the head waiter. Dawn was struck by his height and build, and as they came nearer, what a handsome face he had under, darkly waving hair. As he was led across the restaurant Dawn saw the heads of a group of ladies at one table turn with widened hungry eyes. Too good to be true that he might be heading towards her table. But, that was exactly what was happening, and an unexpected wave of heat coursed through her body.
The waiter gestured to the table and Dawn half rose, as this eye-catching man treated her to a warm smile. Desperate to avoid showing her nervousness, Dawn managed the opening, "You must be Jack."
He held up a hand and said, "Please, don't get up, and may I say, I'm very pleased to meet you, Dawn." God, she was so aware of his eyes treating her cleavage and bare shoulders to an appreciative stare.
As he sat down opposite her, she could not stop herself from admitting, "I'm just a little nervous. I've never done anything like this before."
Blue eyes were regarding her kindly, "Just relax. I'm sure you must have had a meal with a man before." His smile told her he was half joking and she laughed as she replied, "Of course."
"Now, that is all we are doing."
His manner, his looks were so calming that she was able to say, "I hope you like steak because I have ordered the steak Diane for both of us."
"I love steak."
While they awaited the meal and during it, they talked small talk about the books and films they had seen, and she told him of the small fashion outlet she owned. The fact that they appeared to have similar tastes helped ease Dawn's mind, and looking across the table at him settled her even more. That, and the excellent meal, which had Jack telling her it was the best steak he could remember, had Dawn gulping happily and thoughtlessly, at the wine.
When, over the coffee, Jack cautiously asked, "Could you be able to advise me how you want the evening to proceed." Dawn tried to read in his face what he might be expecting. All she saw in his eyes was deep interest.
"I thought I knew but—"
"You're not married, I assume."
Here came the truths. "My husband left me nine months ago."
"He must have been mad," Jack declared.
His tone was so positive that, although she felt herself redden slightly, she could not resist reaching across the table to touch his hand as she said, "That is kind of you, Jack. You want to know why he left me?"
"Only if you want to tell me."
Dawn knew that the wine was opening her out, and now she had no difficulty in admitting, "He said I was frigid."
She looked at his broad face for reaction, but there was none, although he appeared to be framing the question before he asked it, "Did you think you were?"
Not many minutes ago she might have found that difficult to answer, but now it felt so easy to tell him, "I always wanted to enjoy it—but only occasionally was I anywhere near. I've watched films and those scenes where the lady looks so ecstatic--I couldn't imagine that."
