The usual rushing to finish packing for the seminar. Notes in a large briefcase for the lecture she was to present. The suit bags holding both an every day uniform, and a more formal embellished one.
Her husband of 25 years calmly watching, used to his wife's orderly preparations stood by.
She always was particularly focused preparing for her customary and though not frequent trips seemed to cause her an inner turmoil. One that was as if by magic dissipated upon her return.
In the past he had wondered if it was an affair which she anticipated.
The time he asked she turned to him with an amazing smile as she kissed him with a delicious hunger; swore no man could ever hold her heart as he has.
A long transcontinental flight and a reception and she excused herself to retire.
Sharp knocks on the hotel room door and the occupant quickly opens it.
It is apparent she is expecting this visitor.
There is contrast between her nearly six feet of height in stockinged feet and the much shorter Oriental girl who quickly enters after asking, "Did you call for a date?"
She waves the girl toward the mini-bar in the suite and watches her move.
The younger woman places a bag from a fashionable store at the foot of the bed.
A quick exchange of cash and with little talk both women moved together and kissed.
Passionless, but urgent lip contact, swirling tongues and the taller woman feels hands move under the thick hotel robe to tweak both nipples, pinching each in turn. The professional brunette feels the need in the taller mixed race beauty.
Her eyes also look beyond her "date" to the closet where she spies a serge uniform hanging on the open rack.
"Oh, you're a cop. I should have asked, but is this some sort of bust?"
The double entendre is missed by the black haired client as she is concentrating on the feel of tingling coursing from the tips of her breasts to the pit of her belly.
She had used this service on earlier visits to this Western Canadian city, and knew she was vetted.
She only laughed softly and asks, "What did you expect when there is a major concentration of Police agencies in town?"
The other smiles and runs one hand down the bare torso, her nails trailing in a line down the center of the trim woman's body to skip over the garter belt holding silky sheer nylons on athletic long legs.
The call girl cups her hand and squeezes the elongated and puffy labia making the client coo softly and fidget from foot to foot.
"A long time, sweetie?" asks the short Oriental as she taps the slit which is humid and moist on her fingertip.
As her vagina is explored, the much taller woman slips the robe from her shoulders and juts her mound toward the arousing hand.
Her mind wanders to her family, a twenty-five year marriage with two children in college. An exciting job when it was not simply mind numbing or intrusive. The need which she was only willing to attempt to acknowledge in the infrequent travels for work.
"A very long time," she whimpers as the pad of the probing finger rubs and presses her elongated clitoris.
Her nipples are skillfully teased, tweaked and pinched.
Her vagina pulsing and a stream of her juices oozing when the fingers release her labia.
"I know just what you need," breathes the still fully clothed call girl.
She steps back leaving her client breathless for a few short seconds and starts to unbutton her tailored blouse to reveal a cleavage impossibly alluring on so tiny a woman.
Her near flawless skin a pale yellow as her blouse is tossed carelessly to one side.
The police officer bites her lower lip as the short, but not trashy skirt is loosened and puddles at the heels of her purchased paramour who stands now in bra and sheer panties all too starkly revealing the small mound hidden behind the panel.
Even in four inch heels the short whore barely reaches to the visitors shoulders.
She tosses her long silky hair as her body language changes to one in charge now.
Someone totally in control.
"Did you bring your toys, or do I have to call for room service to buy some things?" the transformed professional now asks with a smirk.
The traveler points to a bag at the foot of the king sized hotel bed.
As the Oriental woman turns and rummages through the items inside the case she says, "Fetch another drink for us. I'll have a scotch. Oh, and put on your heels."
Now it is the tall woman's turn to have her hip sway watched as she moves to make the drinks and slip into her 4 inch black stiletto heels.
She returns with the drinks and the shorter woman takes her glass and reclines with her back on bunched pillows against the headboard.
"Stand there for now," she announces when her drink is half consumed.
The police officer is acutely aware that she is being sized up in more ways than one. Having experienced the attention to detail she can expect from the outcall service she knows the escort was briefed on her individual interests and wishes.
"One can always tell a married woman from her bush, don't you think?" asks the call girl.
"Look at you. Don't move! I mean I am looking at you. Full triangle of pubic fur, an attempt at trimming, but just enough not to feather out when you wear a bikini panty.
"Lush and full though, a forest in fact hiding the plumpness of your pussy," she smiles when saying the almost wicked referral to the vagina now swelling under the dark patch between the other woman's legs.
She finishes her drink at the same time the other sips the last of her own vodka and grapefruit juice.
The lithe small woman slides from the center of the king size bed and takes a black blindfold from the smaller array she had separated from the available items in the bag of toys.
The tiny call girl moves directly in front of her client and slides the mask over her head snugging it over hazel eyes.
Now in darkness, a smile lifts the corners of the tall mixed race older woman.
She feels the glass taken from her hand and becomes aware that the muted rustle she heard was the uplift bra of the oriental girl being removed.
Small, but firm breasts tickle just at her sternum.
Warm breath bathes her breasts now and teeth nip and nibble her erecting nipples.
A wet tongue circles her areola, and long soft straight hair almost lashes her sides.
Without having been told, she holds her hands behind her back, her left wrist in her right palm.
