"Madam Kelly's Finest". Paul stared at the sign before entering through the doors. It had been a long two months and he was desperately in need of letting off some steam. He had never hired a prostitute and had never paid for sex his entire life. He certainly didn't need to with his charm and good looks. He was a prosperous business man who was tall and handsome with dark hair and an athletic body. It had been two months since Paul had had sex, though he had plenty of chances, if he wished to take up any of the offers that he received. But he realized that he was getting tired of the same tall blonde women whom he had often wined and dined. For years, he felt that he was having a growing attraction for something different. It dawned on him that he had an affinity for black women. There was just something about the skin tone and the curves of their bodies that drove him wild. But he realized that none of the women in his current social circle were minorities. Also, when it came to approaching a beautiful black woman, he felt his courage falter. Were they interested in white men? Would they decline his invitation for a date? He began to purchase several erotic videos featuring black women, which he found himself watching on nearly a nightly basis. But soon, it just wasn't enough. Finally he decided that he needed to fulfill his need for these women. After doing some research, he discovered Madam Kelly's Finest, a discrete business that offered its clients women of various ethnicities.
Paul walked through the doors and was greeted by a tall blonde woman in her 50's. This must be the madam, he thought to himself.
"Good evening, sir," she said with a beaming smile. "I'm so glad you could join us this evening. How may I help you?"
"Well, I'm looking for a woman..." he trailed off.
"Well, we have plenty of those," she said laughing at her own joke. "Follow me, please." She led him to a business office and offered him a seat. She settled in behind a desk and then folded her hands in a business manner. "Are you looking for a specific type? We have a variety of women. All different types. Also they are drug and disease free. They are tested on a daily basis. Please, tell me exactly what you are looking for."
"Well," he said, clearing his throat, "I'm looking for a black woman. Maybe a milk chocolate or caramel skin tone." He watched as the madam before him began taking notes. "Also, I like a petite woman who is in great shape. Long hair, large breasts, nice curved ass..."
"So, you are pretty much looking for a black Barbie doll. Is that it, sir?" the madam asked, looking up from her notes.
"Um...well."
"Nothing wrong with that at all! I know the perfect woman who will fit that description. Her name is Eva. You will love her. Give me a few minutes and I'll have her ready for you right away."
*** Fifteen minutes later the madam led Paul to a closed door and handed him a key. "This is it," she said. "Eva in ready and waiting for you. You have all night with her. Enjoy."
Paul watched as the madam walked away and then turned to open the door to the room. He entered and nervously shut the door behind him. He looked around the room to find a large king size bed, a table in front of it, a dresser and mirrors on each wall of the room. He noticed there was no sign of a woman, but then realized there was a bathroom connected to room. He could hear water running, which stopped after a couple of moments. Quickly he ran his hand through his hair and adjusted the jacket to the suit he had worn to work earlier that day. He stood anxiously, awaiting for the woman to exit. The doorknob turned and out stepped the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. The madam had made no exaggeration. This woman most certainly had the figure of a Barbie doll. She had large breasts with a tiny waist that spanned out into beautifully rounded hips. She wore a pink silk robe that was slightly open and loosely tied. It revealed the curves of the inside of her breasts, but covered her nipples. Also he could see she was wearing a matching pair of panties made of a gauzy material
She flashed him a perfect smile and introduced herself. "I'm Eva." She continued to walk towards him until she stood only inches from his frame. "You must be Paul."
He looked into her eyes, trailing down to her breasts and finally between her legs. Through the see through underwear he could tell she had a clean shaven pussy. He wasn't quite sure what do or say.
"Don't be nervous," she said, as if reading his thoughts. "You can do anything to me tonight."
Anything. The words reverberated in his head. He realized at that moment, she really was only his for the evening. His hands reached down and placed his hands underneath her robe to rest on her hips. "I'm looking forward to that," he said, leaning down and capturing her lips with his own. He kissed her gently and then maneuvered his tongue between her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth and caressed his tongue with hers. After several moments she broke away from him slowly and then looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
"I want to make you completely relaxed," she said, moving her hand up his chest. "Can I give you a massage? I bet you've never had one where the masseuse was completely nude, have you?" Her hand stopped to rest on his tie, toying with it idly.
"Hmmm, no I haven't" he replied, looking her body over. "You're gorgeous. You know that, don't you?" he asked, rubbing his hands towards her backside.
"Thank you," she whispered, bringing her hand up so that she could take his tie off.
"I love the color of you skin," he continued as she removed his tie and dropped it to the floor. "I especially love the way it contrasts with my own."
"I do too," she answered in a genuine tone, looking down at his hands that had disappeared in her robe. She looked back up into his eyes then leaned forward to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "Why don't you get undressed and lay on the table right over there,' she said, pointing to the one in front of the bed. "I'll go get some oil and start the massage." She stepped away and went back towards the bathroom.
With that, Paul hurried out of his clothes and laid face down on the table. Moments later he could sense that Eva was back at his side. "I'm going to sit on top of you, okay? It makes for the best massage." She lifted her self onto the table and sat astride his legs, rubbing hot oil between her hands. She leaned forward and started off with his shoulders. Paul watched their bodies in the mirror, enjoying the scene that was playing out. He moaned at the feel of her hands. Not only was she creating a sensual mood, but she was legitimately a great masseuse. He had been massaged by several lovers in his days, but this one definitely had the magic fingers.