Karen couldn't get the events of past day out of her mind. She went to bed in a state of arousal and she woke up often wet. She'd never experienced a woman's touch before and longed to repeat the experience. She examined Francesca's photos and was delirious all over again. But how was a 56 year old woman, a widow of she years, who had lived a blamelessly dull existence meet a lesbian who would be interested in her? She stroked her labia and tasted her finger. Oh, how she yearned to have a woman between her legs.
The next morning as she read her newspaper she saw an article about high flying business women who travelled the country from meeting to meeting, often finding themselves alone at night in their five star hotel rooms. I wonder, Karen thought, if that might be an opportunity. She smiled and began to compose a possible advertisement she could put in the newspaper and online.
'Ladies, are you alone tonight after a busy round of meetings? Like a quiet dinner with an intelligent partner? Mature woman, mid-50s is available for companionship. Call me to discuss..." Karen stopped, 'Needs would be a bit obvious,' she thought, 'what about modalities?' the covers a lot.' "Call me about modalities." She supplied her cell phone number.
She busied herself over the next days submitting the ad to various outlets, eco Craig's List, he 'why not?, she thought. But no one will call. She felt deflated.
Some days passed. Anne called her to see how she was. Anne was reluctant to revisit the 'orgy', as she termed it, but in the end she told her mother what an exhilarating experience it had been. "If feel like a changed woman," she said. "I know exactly what you mean," her mother said. And then she felt the vibration of another call on the lane. "Annie, dear, I have to go someone else is on the line."
"Hello," Karen said. She hadn't recognised the telephone number.
"Hi, um, I calling about the ad I saw. You're offering an escort service for women."
Karen bristled. She hadn't thought of herself as an escort and besides isn't that another word for prostitute? "Yes, I like to think of it as a partner for the evening. What would you like to know? My name is Karen, by the way."
"I'm Loren. Well I'm currently in town for three night. I'm at a loose end; i know no one here other than business associates and I'd rather not socialise with them every night. You know what I mean, and I saw your ad and I was intrigued. How much do you charge?"
Karen had to think quickly. She hadn't really considered money. She just wanted to get laid. "I have an usual charging policy. I let the client decide. Some clients have abused that policy but the vast majority reward me for results."
"That certainly is an unusual way of charging,' Loren agreed.
Karen interjects, "Of course if we go out to dinner, see a show or a concert, the client pays up front. "My dear," Karen dropped her voice, "if I bore you, you pay nothing."
"Well I started out intrigued and I'm even more so now. Ok, so do have any availability at this short notice?"
Karen, aware of the need not to appear too available, said "Tonight is out of the question. I have a longstanding date with one of my regulars, but I am available tomorrow night. Does that suit you, Loren?"
"Perfect. I'm staying at the Park Hotel here in town in room 1616. What if I meet you downstairs at 7 pm?"
"Tomorrow night at 7pm it is. How will I know you?"
"I'll be in a grey Jill Sander pants suit, cut tight. That's my business dress. I'm blonde and wear glasses."
"Excellent, until tomorrow."
Karen had to sit down to steady herself. How was she going to pull this off. Suddenly a clever way to get laid was looking not so clever. Although it was only mid-morning she went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself two fingers of rye. Down the hatch it went. Fire filled her torso followed by a pleasant warm feeling, and she felt excited. But she had no clothes. "I'll call Judith," she thought.
"You have a date tomorrow night, gran? Judith exclaimed. "Who is she?"
"A friend called Loren. But let's not talk about her, I need your help on dress and underwear. I want to make n impression on her."
"You old devil..."
"Enough with the 'old' part," Kare affectionately scaled her. "I want to look sexy but not vulgar or too available. I have nice boobs. They sag a little, but in the right bra...do I need a bra?...yes, I probably do. In the right bra they should look inviting. I'm pretty trim. I have a bum and it's not a pancake, and my legs are still good."
"So what you need, gran, is a sexy little black dress, cut mid-thigh and cut to expose a little, thought not too much, of your delicious tits."
"Perfect. I can wear my very high heals with such a dress."
"But, gran, there is one thing."
"Yes, what that, Judith?"
"You need to shave your pussy. You don't have much hair down there, from memory lol, but it needs to be as smooth as baby's bum. You have very nice lips to suck on, you know, so don't spoil it with unnecessary hair."
"Oh. I hate shaving down there."
"I'll do it for you," Judith said.
"You are a sweetie. I'm so glad I called you."
The next day, just before lunch, Judith arrived at her grandmothers. She found her in a fluster.
"Calm down, gran. Everything's going to be ok. The dress is perfect. Jewelry understated. The main thing is your bush, " she said with a laugh.
"You are wicked. I'm feeling a little self conscious about you working down there. "
"After what we did last week! Mum is still talking about it and Francesca, well, she can't get enough of me."
"I'm so glad. Watching you two not only made me incredibly horny but I'm glad you've got a steady girl. Now, I suppose we'd better get in with it. "
Karen opened her robe to reveal herself completely naked. Her tits hung with pendulous excess, crowned with very prominent nipples which were hardening by the second. Judith assessed her gran's pussy, the lips of which she thought she could see were slightly swollen.
"Ok gran, on the bed and spread your legs."
Judith worked quickly. First with an electric clipper that removed most of the hair, and then disposable razor. Before issuing the razor she massaged a milky lotion on her gran's pussy lips and mound and skillfully removed all traces of stubble. She wiped away the evidence of the lotion and then rubbed some almond oil over the whole area. With this procedure Karen began to moan.
"Careful dear," she said "or else you'll make me cum and I don't want to be exhausted before I meet my date tonight,"
Judith bent down and kissed her Pusey lips. "She's one lucky woman tonight, gran."
*
Karen arrived at the hotel five minutes early and she took a seat at the bar. It have her a commanding view of the lobby and she was watching the elevator doors closely. Nervous, only barely scripted the surface of what she was feeling. She felt slightly sick with worry: what if she doesn't turn up, what if she doesn't like me, what if I can't go through with it? She ordered a double scotch, no ice, and downed it in two gulps, then ordered another.
The foyer of the hotel was busy with mainly men walking purposefully to the elevators, or greeting other men and walking to the bar or the restaurant nearly. Some of them cast an approving eye over Karan and she felt a tingle in her nipples. She liked the attention and, while she'd had lots of experience with cock, that was not her interest tonight. She exhaled and began to relax. The Scotch had done its work and she decided to nurse the second glass. 'I don't want to be drunk when I meet Loren,' she thought.
The minutes ticked by and soon it was 7:15. 'where is she', Karen wondered and then the negative thoughts resurfaced. A man approached her. Handsome. Grey on the sides black on top. 'Can I buy you a drink?, he asked. Karen smiled at him, thought he was quite cute, and said "Thank you, but, no. I'm meeting a friend and, as you can see, I already have a drink." At which point she raised her glass, smiled and nodded to him, and took a sip of Scotch.
He retreated gracefully. It was now 7.25 and Karen was getting a little angry. 'How dare she,' she thought. Stood up on her first date. How crushing. But she staled herself. 'Maybe she's been delayed,' she thought. 'Maybe I should go and see if she is alright.'
Loren had given Karen her room number--1616--so Karen walked over the elevators and took one to the 16th floor. She stepped out and long carpeted corridors stretched before her left and right. The legend on the opposite wall indicated she should turn left and down the corridor she trod. She approached 1616 and could hear muffled conversation, actually a single muffled voice. She straitened her back and pulled her shoulders back--her bosom nicely displayed--and knocked on the door.
It opened with a flourish and there was Loren talking rapidly into her cell phone. She looked at Helen and a broad smile broke across her face; she gestured to Karen to come in.
Loren was dried, as she said she would be, in Jill Sander. But she wan't wearing the jacket, just the trousers and crisp white shirt that she had unbuttoned the first three buttons. She had a lithe figure, narrow hips ('She's not forced a baby though those', Karen thought), and a lovely bosom, not large, probably 33b. She looked fabulous and Karen's nipples hardened.
'Fix your self a drink,' she mouthed to her, 'I won't be long'. Loren's room had a small sitting room at the entry, and this gave way to the bedroom, high picture window and balcony. The bed was a large king, and some papers were strewn across it. The bathroom was off the bedroom.
Karen looked for the bar fridge. It was in cupboard where Loren had also stored her clothes and a suitcase. 'I started with Scotch, I guess I'll finish with it.'
Just as she finished pouring her drink she heard Loren finishing her call.
