She just wanted to take her white-hot desire further, she'd never felt so horny and salacious. Thinking through her options, right now they were pretty thin. Lisa was still away on holiday so she couldn't even get in touch with her. Lisa was outrageous and would have given her some ideas. She would have got drunk with her and coaxed her into doing something reckless. The more she thought about Lisa, and her disregard for formality, the more she wanted to be like her. Maybe she actually wanted Lisa.
Suddenly feeling very alone Diane slumped back into the sofa. Her phone pinged, a text message from Lisa.
"Fuck, Ibiza is crazy, off my head here! Had a stranger wearing a spandex body suit shove his tongue down my throat on the dancefloor- hot and pretty nasty! And to top it all his partner just grabbed my pussy"
"Wish you were here"
Diane smiled to herself - that was so like her friend, lucky her, off her head in some steamy club. Perhaps meeting someone else or doing something crazy would be just what she needed to spice things up in her life? Maybe Lisa could suggest some exciting new experiences to hunt out.
She quickly typed out a response: "Hey you, your message made me miss you even more!"
"Bored out of my mind and want some spice in my life, but can't be bothered to go out tonight, would do if you were around...."
Lisa was most probably drunk, as her next message was outrageous, true Lisa style....
"Poor thing, get drunk, and hire an escort, hahaha....push the boat out and get a female!"
"Sorry, that was in poor taste, at least have a drink and I promise I'll take you out the minute I get back this Thursday, assume Mark is away again? Xxxxxxx"
Realising that Lisa was trying to cheer her up, Diane smiled and opened another bottle of wine. She may as well have a nice drink or two - it could make things interesting if nothing else did in the foreseeable future. Suddenly she was conscious of how lonely she felt. She continued sipping from her glass, feeling the wine lift her spirits and loosen her up. She did need to do something as otherwise she'd end up old and bitter, never having explored her more intimate thoughts and desires. The wine was chilled and exquisite, they had the money to keep a great cellar. She had another glass, feeling light headed and a bit reckless. She thought back to her exquisite masturbation session earlier and contemplated the fact that there was a whole world open to her, if she just let herself go a little, let her guard down a bit and embraced her thoughts and desires more.
She got up, looked at herself in the mirror, deciding that doing something provocative would give her a boost of confidence and cheer her up no end. She poured herself a long strong gin and tonic and took her laptop to the coffee table by the sofa.
Acting on a whim after thinking about Lisa's joke in her message, she typed local female escorts into the search engine and immediately found a number of sites for agencies, with pictures of stunning women - all pert or large silicone breasts, toned figures, long legs. It was like scrolling through page after page of catwalk or kinky models come to life. She was only having a bit of fun while having a drink after all, so no harm she thought. She had entered into a corner of the internet and a lifestyle that she only vaguely knew existed but was fascinated by, and, to be fair, was quite turned on by too.
She wondered if any of these ladies were available right now...it would cost her dearly but she didn't care - men paid for it any way they could get it - so why shouldn't she? Would be once only and nobody would know.
"Don't be stupid" she told herself. "What are you thinking?"
