Mindy sat across from Frank at the tiny table in the very classy boutique restaurant. They had shared a very tasty lunch and were making small talk while they finished their time together for the day. Frank looked at Mindy, the sun from the windows lighting up her tan skin and making her eyes sparkle and shine. She smiled and her white teeth were like pearls against the pink of her lips and the blond streaked brown hair. Her large breasts pushed out against the fabric of her expensive low-cut dress and he admired the way the cleavage came together inside the bodice. Her tan legs were crossed, the hem of her short skirt high above her perfect knees and she looked at him quizzically as he sighed. She asked him what he was thinking.
"Mindy, baby," he replied, "I was just wishing there was some way I could have you all to myself and at the same time, knowing there's not. I've been a family man too long and have too big an investment in my wife and kids and our home, but damn, I wish it could be different when I'm with you."
She nodded. "I understand, Frank. I wish the same thing sometimes, but I know it can't ever happen. And I don't know if it would be as good that way is it is this way. I always think of you and know how good I've got it with you and how much you give me every time we are together. It's always so perfect. I love it that way. But, you know, I also love my freedom but I guess I shouldn't say that."
"No, it's ok, baby. I understand. And I would never try to hold you from doing whatever you feel like is good for you. I know there are lots of other men in your life and some you may care about too. That's ok. I just want for you to be happy, and I hope you will still want to be with me sometimes. It means a lot to me."
They parted company, and as Mindy walked back to her car, she thought about the fact that other than Frank and her clients, there really wasn't any other man in her life. No just regular civilian sex any more, just work. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing. She felt the need to take some cute guy home and just have sex, with no financial implications. No attachments and only the promise of more to come. She shook her head at herself, thinking how she would have never dreamed of such a thing a few short months ago. Times had certainly changed and her with them. She had quit her job, living just off the income of her escort business, and had begun wearing nicer clothes and taking more time to take care of herself. She had always been careful with her appearance but now it was one of the top concerns of her mind.
She knew that to command the rate she got as an escort her looks had to be always as close to perfect as possible and her service also. She made sure her haircut was perfect and her skin was smooth and silky even more than before. She always took the time to be beautiful. Mindy got into her car and left the restaurant, heading home to her neat little apartment, thinking about what to do with the money that had started piling up in her hiding places at home. It was something else she would need to talk to Frank about.
Just as she pulled into her parking space at home, her cell phone rang. It was Jim and he wanted to see her that evening. She thought about it, and since she didn't have anything planned she said she would see him. They met that night at a hotel on the edge of town for two very pleasing and satisfying hours, and when she left him, she had a very full envelope that he had given her to cover the evening and the day on the boat. When she opened it, she found another three thousand dollars. She smiled to herself as she thought about it. It was so much money for having so much fun.
The next night Mindy was out on the town with Brenda for the first time in weeks. They were dressed sexily and provocatively in short skirts and bra tops that showed a lot of skin. Their feet were in strappy high heels that showed off the graceful curves of their calves and ankles. Two very sexy women, they were out scouting the local scene. They wandered into one of the more popular bars in town, looking over the young, hot crowd as they found a table and ordered drinks. It only took a few minutes for the guys in the bar to start looking their way and moving slowly closer. They began animated conversations with several of the guys who were flocking around the girls. As Mindy talked, and listened, she suddenly realized how shallow and immature the guys were. They were all her age or a little older, but to her, they were like teenage boys or bantam roosters, strutting and puffing, trying to impress the girls. Mindy leaned over to Brenda, "This is kind of sad, they are all so silly and so cocksure of themselves. And some of them just don't realize they don't have a prayer to score with us. They are really leaving me cold."
Brenda laughed, "Mindy, girl, you have been hanging around grown men too much. These little darlings can't make a sentence, but they can fuck like the hounds they are. And don't you remember the old joke about the one bitch in heat and all the male dogs behind her, from a Great Dane to a Chihuahua, all hoping to just get in the action. It will be alright. Just have a few more drinks, and let it go. You'll have some fun. I promise."
Two hours later, Mindy had to agree. She was having fun. She and Brenda were still surrounded by half a dozen determined if not smooth operators. They were all holding out the chance that they could be the one to take one of these beauties home for a night of hot sex, with little or no sleep but total passion and exhaustion in the morning. They had gotten up several times to dance with different guys and each time; Mindy had found herself ending up in the tight embrace of a good looking, young stud that had plans for her.
She would almost giggle when she would turn them down for another dance after the first one. She would wind her way back to her chair, and sit down to begin a conversation with another. After several guys she began to focus in on a young guy who was good looking in a quiet way and who had been very nice and polite to her but had not worked up the courage to ask her to dance and had not been aggressive in his bid to woo her. Every time she had looked his way he had offered a shy smile and at times a few nice words. She leaned over to him, "You want to dance?" she asked. He smiled and nodded.
They made their way out onto the dance floor where Brenda had a guy cornered who it appeared had passed her entrance exam. As they danced, they were doing some serious groping and were clinched together even though the song was a fairly fast one. Mindy just giggled at her, as she knew where it was heading. The song turned to salsa, and the guy, whose name was Jay, took her in his arms, hesitated then started a real solid, strong salsa dance beat, with her in his arms and following his lead. They danced, spun and swirled to the music and he led Mindy neatly and smoothly to the beat. She was impressed with his dance skills and his manner in general. He seemed to be really sure of himself and she decided that his quiet manner wasn't really shyness but just patience.
She heard him whispering in her ear and felt the slight, sexy brush of his lips on her neck as he told her how fabulously she danced. They stayed for a second song, and at the end of that dance, he guided her not to her chair but to the side door of the club and out into the cooler night air. She stood at the edge of the parking lot, and breathed in the coolness and felt the dampness of her hair on her neck and her silken moist skin. Jay stood beside her and slightly behind her as she cooled off. He smiled at her, with even white teeth and his blue eyes crinkling as he looked at her. She smiled back and then he kissed her. She felt her heart jump as his lips pressed to hers, and his tongue darted in between her teeth to engage her own moving tongue. They kissed for a long minute, open mouths pressed together and bodies getting closer, Mindy feeling his hand on the bare skin of her back. She felt the tingle start, deep inside her body as they got closer.
Jay felt Mindy respond to him as he kissed her sweet mouth. He knew from the way she touched him that she was feeling the urges that he wanted her to feel. Her fingers clutched at his arms and her hips pressed to him as they continued making out. She leaned up and into him as she kissed him as passionately as he was kissing her.
Mindy felt Jay's hands start to wander lower onto the cheeks of her gorgeous butt and then under the hem of the short miniskirt until he was holding in his hands the bare skin of both cheeks. He could feel just how silky smooth and firm her butt cheeks were. Mindy felt her own breathing getting deeper as Jay's hands felt her smooth skin, stroking the skin of her ass and thighs. He was leaning down to reach under her to the tiny patch of satin covering her mound. He was trying to reach it from behind but couldn't quite get to it. Mindy became aware that there were several people starting to watch and she wanted some privacy before this went any farther.
She broke the kiss and whispered to Jay, "People are watching." She looked at him quizzically and he took her arm and led her out into the parking lot. He walked her to an SUV about halfway into the lot. It was silver in color and had dark smoked windows. He opened the rear passenger side door and helped Mindy in, then climbed in behind her. Once in the back seat and with the door closed, they returned to the passionate kissing and groping that they had started beside the club.
