There was a tingling in the pit of my stomach. I realized this was the next step, but I was nervous. I re-adjusted my blouse and sat on the couch. If I could maintain total control of the situation, I knew everything would be all right. His requests were respectful and delivered in soft and encouraging manner. The click of the camera, the burst of the flash, and his gentle tone soon lulled me into a sense of calm. My thoughts began to drift and I remembered the first time I heard his voice.
It was a hot early April afternoon and the city traffic was moderate. My cell phone beeped and buzzed on the passenger seat. The pause at a stoplight allowed me to quickly look at the screen before the light changed. It wasn't a blocked call, but did not recognize the number. I answered warily. "Hello."
"Good afternoon, may I speak to Vicki, please." The soft polite voice at the other end of the phone intrigued me.
"Speaking"
"I would like to inquire about your availability and your rates." Disappointment clouded my interest. Just what I needed I thought to myself, another lookee-loo. I started into my spiel, but he interrupted me.
"Would you be available Wednesday morning?"
The immediacy of his question took startled me. "Just a moment and let me check." I already knew the answer to that question but did not want to appear eager. "Hold on for a moment will you please," I said as I steered the car into a side street and parked. Rummaging through my appointment book I replied, "Sorry to keep you waiting, just had to pull the car off to the side of the road; safety first you know. Yes, I'm available. Would 10 o'clock be OK?"
"Sure, sure," came the eager reply. "By the way do you like wine and chocolate?"
The question was disarming. I burst out laughing and exclaimed, "Oh I love them both..."
The knock at the door was firm, but polite. I glanced through the security peephole and was pleasantly surprised. I opened the door. "Hi, Vicki. I'm Jim. Pleased to meet you." A firm hand greeted me. Before me stood a fit, grey haired gentleman in his fifties. He was dressed in blue slacks and a pale short-sleeved dress shirt. His smile was infectious. I invited him into the foyer and closed the door. "Where should I put these?" he asked holding out a gift bag that contained a bottle of wine, a package of my favorite chocolates, and an envelope. His demeanor put me immediately at ease.
We soon found ourselves, on my living room couch, sharing the white wine and chocolates, pleasant conversation, and the panoramic view of the local vineyard and lake. He was shy and nervous. I had to make the first move. A lingering kiss emboldened him. His fingers tenderly traced down my neck and across my collarbone. I liked how they delicately explored teased my exposed skin and then tentatively dipped into the V of my white silk blouse. It demonstrated that in spite of his apparent bashfulness, he was there for more than just comfortable conversation and passive sex. He wanted to participate and I was very willing to acquiesce.
I slowly closed the bedroom door behind us, turned to face him. To my surprise he was already quickly undressing. As he neatly piled his clothes on one of the bedroom chairs, I caught his eye. Holding his naked gaze, I began to strip. My blouse, long black skirt, and lacy white bra soon found their place on the arms of the other bedroom chair. My hands ran sensuously over my breasts and hips and I saw my actions were having the desired effect. Directing him to the bed, I cooed, "Let's start with a massage." Straddling his legs, I spread the oil over his back and buttocks. I enjoyed the fact that I was in control.
He liked my touch. I could feel him relax as I rubbed his shoulders and lower back. Our conversation was enjoyable. It was not the usual babble about the weather. Instead, it was an intelligent conversation about business ethics. He rolled over under me and I began to rub his chest, stomach, and to tease his cock. His grin encouraged my actions. My fingers traced over a scar in his left groin. The smile faded, as he told me about an operation that had repaired a severe muscle tear, but had damaged several nerves in the process. As a result, he told me with a twinge of sadness, he often had problems with erections and some lingering discomfort.
A brief, humorous discussion about the current mess of our current medical system followed and then it was Nurse Vicki to the rescue. The taste of his precum was sweet and captivating. His cock stiffened against my tongue. My fingers encircled his shaft and manipulated his balls. I could feel his erotic tension building. I timed my sucking and squeezing to match his breathing.
My own excitement increased. Dampness and warmth was building in my pussy. I quickly wrapped his cock in a condom, discarded my now soaking panties, and straddled Jim. I ground myself against his pelvis and rocked back and forth. His face contorted in ecstasy and his body stiffened and quivered. I closed my eyes and made all the fitting groans and gasps while bucking appropriately.
