I hire out from time to time to a dating service. The clients are for the most part are 40+, and a tad on the bulky side.
The women call a dating service for a number of reasons, some of which are, single, lonely and don't do the bar scene, or husband has lost interest and they desire sex so they slip into a motel while the husband is working or it makes them feel young and attractive yet because they have caused the date to orgasm. Some are recent divorcees and desire to experience what sex might be like when they go out for the first date after years with the same dull dude.
Very seldom is there a shock when I show up because the agency always asks the wish list or the desires of the client to insure the client gets what she is paying for, which will lead to future request if all goes well.
For the particular request that I am going to expound on, there was a mix up. I have never taken the time to determine why or where because it ended very well for the client and me. Most of the times it's a job and a week later that woman has long faded from my brain. However, this particular date made an everlasting impression. I will remember it forever.
I arrived at the designated time in a plush downtown hotel meaning money. I called the room from the house phone and announced that I was in the lobby. I heard, "Please come up John, I have been expecting you."
When I arrived at her room, the door was slightly ajar. Many times, I find this. The occupier does not desire to draw attention from the adjacent rooms with a knock.
I gave a light tap and the door opened. Gladys was standing behind it because no one was there when it opened. I stepped in and as the door was closing behind me, I heard, "Oh my God there's been a mistake."
I turned and saw the most beautiful, thirty plus woman I have ever seen in my life. She was in a light blue, mid-thigh, robe. She had the legs of a twenty year old, at least the part that was visible. She had jet-black hair, straight to her shoulder blades, looking so silky and shiny; not a dry frayed end in sight. Her eyes were the most stunning blue I had ever seen. Her skin was slightly olive. I made an assumption, that her ancestry was gypsy and if correct, she would be a wild animal in bed from the stories I have heard from friends.
"I'm sorry a mistake? You are Gladys are you not?"
"Yes but I was NOT expecting..."
I interrupted her with, "A black man."
"Yes, I'm sorry. Can you please leave?"
"Sure, I will call the agency and arrange a replacement but may I ask you some questions first out of curiosity on my part. I have never had the experience in my work to encounter such a beautiful, majestic looking woman. You are truly the most beautiful in my five years of service that I have seen and met. It is non of my business but with that body and beautiful face why pay when there are maybe twenty guys down in the bar that would be more than happy to take care of your needs."
"Young man let me set you straight and educate you a little bit. I'm sorry, I am being rude. It is not your fault that the agency screwed up. I should not be taking my disappointment out on you. I am rude. Would you like to share this bottle of wine with me while I answer your inquiry?"
It was obvious from the slight slur and body movements she had some wine earlier to settle nerves for medicinal reasons.
"That would be very nice, thank you Gladys. I am young and life intrigues me. Here you are so beautiful and using a dating service, why?"
She handed me the glass of wine and asked me to sit on the sofa. She sat opposite of me in a huge chair. I was discreet and did not look often at her lovely thighs but assumed that if I could get a drink or two more into her, she might accidentally give me a freebee show.
"John, look, what you say about getting guys is true. Let me first say I am single, a career woman and have no interest in marrying a mommas' boy. The guys downstairs desire to get into my pants for their benefit, not mine, others fall in love and want to marry. Others lie and are married but cheat, it goes on and on."
"May I top off your wine Gladys?"
"Why thank you John that is very thought full and considerate of you."
"So John I am here on a business trip and have tomorrow morning free. I thought I would hire company and if I slept in late, it would be okay.
"Look I have never hired a service before. I have no knowledge of this sort of activity. I am nervous. Normally I am in total self-control. In addition, I have heard stories about you black guys, particularly in regards to the equipment you posses. Please understand that I do not have anything against your color. As a matter of fact, you are a strikingly handsome as well as good looking virile young man."
"Thank you Gladys. Too bad, you cannot see me blushing."
Gladys developed a nice smile and giggled at my comment.
"May I refill your glass, Gladys?"
"Oh thank you John, You are quite observant and a gentleman."
"Thank you Gladys"
"John before making the call may I ask you a question or two?"
"Sure Gladys, be my guest. I have all the time in the world to share with such beauty. The longer I can stay and talk the happier I will be."
"Does the service provide you with many customers, John?"
"Yes it does Gladys. I could be on the go 24/7 if I desired. The service has ten black men from twenty-five to fifty-five years of age. The ages covers 90% of the request."
Gladys stood and changed out her legs. She had her left leg under her and now it was her right leg. I did get a glimpse of a dark patch when she reached to cover the void between her thighs with the robe.
Gladys began to inquisition me about numerous things. I decided now that she was loose from the wine I would be a little bolder.
"Gladys, could I ask a favor"
"Sure John, what is it."
"Might you consider sitting her on the sofa with me? You are over there and it would be much more personal if you could be nearer."
"Sure John, you are right. This does seem too formal."
When Gladys had seated herself, my eyes roamed to her breasts. The robe had opened slightly and the view was stirring my hormone. It appeared she had perfect breasts.
"Is it a rumor or fact about the tool of a black man?"
"I assume you mean cock, Gladys,"
"Yes, John your ...."
"Say it Gladys, we are adults."
"Cock!"
"You know Gladys white guys have them, also. Now that was not so difficult was it?"
I saw her smile.
"Gladys, it is the same for black and white. There is an average and then the extremes. On average the black man has one inch on white guys but more of them are over average."
"Go ahead Gladys. I know you want to know."