On waking I see Alisa smiling and looking deep into my eyes and I can't help smiling in response. Our lips touch and I engage passionately with the true love of my life. There is no better way to start the day.
Alisa kisses my neck and I get that lovely warm tingly feeling. I cup her bottom in one hand pulling her even closer and tease her nearest nipple with the other. She purrs and trails kisses down my chest, up onto my breast then closes her lips around my engorged nipple. I purr my pleasure which escalates when she takes it in between her teeth and gently bites me. I arch my back, pushing my breast into her face.
Wrapping my legs around her, I press my wetness into her. Seconds later I feel her trail a finger between my lips, now enlarged by my darling's proximity and ministrations. I run my fingers through her hair while moaning softly. There's a reason that the clitoris is nicknamed 'button', it really does trigger the most wonderful sensations. I know, because that is where her attention is focussed.
She has the lightest and most sensual touch that I can't prevent myself from purring in pleasure, I couldn't If I wanted to. Like a submissive might use the safeword 'RED' to her Domme, I whisper the magic phrase '69 please' into her ear and suddenly, my vision is filled by her treasure. I couldn't be happier or more aroused and inhaling her wonderfully familiar fragrance, I feel that I'm exactly where I belong.
My first action is to add the sense of taste to those of sight and smell. I trail my tongue slowly between her lips, ensuring that the tip probes as far as it can. I delight in her familiar taste, as I always do. Alisa adds to my delight by moaning in pleasure, how I love that sound! Reaching her button always feels like the discovery of something very precious, like the holy grail. It's no wonder that I feel the need to protect it by closing my lips around it. It is so beautiful, I just have to burnish the tip, appropriately with the tip of my tongue. I am rewarded with her quiver and extended sigh of delight.
Life is so sweet sometimes and possibly the sweetest is in giving pleasure to the love of my life. With my mouth thus occupied, the way is clear for two of my fingers to curl and enter her vagina. Lighting is unnecessary because my fingers know exactly where to find the texture of her special place. They also know their function and immediately commence massaging it gently. Her body quivers in an immediate response followed by an extended moan of pleasure. Even my fingertips seem to tingle in delight!
Alisa hasn't been inactive while I've been busy, causing me to squirm to increase the pressure between my special spot and her fingers. At times our auditory emissions coincide in a very different form of the Hallelujah Chorus. Working together, as we always do, I follow Alisa's increases in tempo and pressure so that we both enjoy every moment of our lovemaking. As the flatness of the sea in a calm, is transformed by a breeze into ripples, then as the breeze strengthens, the ripples turn into waves of ever increasing size. So it is with our passion as the tempo and pressure is increased, a wave of pleasure deep in our bellies, gets ever larger and all-encompassing. As does the volume and frequency of our audible emissions.
Inevitably our ever increasing ministrations makes the wave crash into white water of millions upon millions of tiny bubbles of pleasure. The cumulative effect is pure ecstasy making us scream the ultimate pleasure of a clitoral orgasm with the body shaking orgasm from our special spots. Holding each other tightly, it is as if we levitate to gain an extraordinary panorama of our lives. On coming down, still permeated by delicious sensations, we continue cuddling each other for some time, in fact, until there is a knock at the door.
It is a smiling Lali and Piti with a cup of coffee for us. As they hand us each a cup, we compliment them on their lovely engagement rings. They sit on the bed and Piti tells us that they know a lovely lesbian couple, both born in the UK of Indian parents and in need of employment. They also both hold a UK driving licence. Their names are Inika and Javi. On learning of our need for assistants, I advise them of the starting pay and conditions which they consider very acceptable.
I remind Piti, and Lali, that I have given them the authority to recruit their assistants and say that if they are happy with the ladies, they are empowered to offer them the jobs. I ask if they might have a problem with our occupations and they giggle. Lali clarifies that they lived for a year with them, they were the other two of the six working in that awful portable office/store unit. We nod our understanding.
Lali tells us that Sooni has arrange an appointment for late morning at Rolls-Royce on Millbank. We finish our coffees, thanking Lali & Piti, and ask them to tell Sooni & Riya that we'll shower and dress then join them for breakfast. They leave us and we go to shower, with me carrying my bathmat to Alisa's amusement. My knees testify that the bathmat was indeed very useful and we emerge glowing from the bathroom to get dressed.
At breakfast, all our mobiles announce the arrival, every five minutes or so, of a text message from Michelle. The first two to go off are Alisa's and then mine. The message is a briefing for my date. Her name is SouhaΓ―la, a muslim lady from Tunisia on the Mediterranean coast of North Africa.
She hasn't made contact with Chelsea Exclusives before, so all that is known about her is the obvious, i.e. she is a lesbian or is curious. She is also wealthy because of hiring our elite escort service and staying in the Crescent Pavilion Penthouse at The Berkeley hotel in Knightsbridge. She expects me at the usual time of 7:30 p.m. With so little information I look up the meaning of the name online, SouhaΓ―la: a person with a certain shyness and therefore a propensity to hide their thoughts, even of an intimate nature. Not much the wiser I adopt a 'wait and see' approach.
By the time my four ladies have received their briefing, Sooni suggests that we get on our way to Millbank and goes to get the Phantom out of the garage ready to leave. In the meantime, Alisa, Riya and I finish our coffees then join Sooni in the car. The rush hour over, our journey doesn't take too long. On arrival, we are met with a smiling welcome by a Mr Jameson. We wait for Sooni & Riya to join us and then enter the impressive building.