Shelly put down her women's magazine with a sigh. She'd just finished another of those 'Woman Discover Thyself' stories about exploring her sexuality, and as usual, she'd been most fascinated with the part of the story where the woman explores her sexuality with another woman. She was twenty-five, married to a naval officer, very attractive and she'd still never had sex with another woman. She loved her husband, and loved sex with him, and she didn't desire any other men, even though hers was usually gone for months at a time, like he was now.
She rose and went to her bedroom, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and begun to undress in front of the mirror. After having sex with another woman, would she drop the obsession that had been haunting her since college when her roommate Wendy had made a pass at her? For the thousandth time she regretted not letting Wendy have her way. She remembered Wendy's fevered kisses and torrid pleas, and a shudder of desire rippled through her.
Naked now, she looked at herself in the mirror; tall, slim, nice firm leg muscles, moderate sized breasts, a pretty face with full, pouting lips, shoulder-length dark, nearly black hair, startlingly bottle-green eyes and then her black triangle nestled hotly between her full, round hips. She examined herself critically, comparing herself with the women in her husband's Hustler's and Penthouses. She knew that either magazine would probably pay her to pose if she had bigger tits, and they might hire her anyway, yes, she looked good, damned good!
With another sigh, she went to her husband's closet where he hid those magazines and took out a couple. She lay on the bed thumbing through them and occasionally touching herself, feeling the fever build. She liked looking at the pictures, particularly those of blonds with nice shapely legs, and her favorites of course, those displays of two women together. Also fascinating was how all the women looked both alike and different in between their legs, it made every woman an individual mystery, a mystery that called to Shelly for exploration. And bottoms, she thought, gazing lustfully at a rear-shot of a red headed woman. Women's bottoms turned her on, too. More than once, she had achieved climax while looking at a picture of one woman licking another woman between the cheeks of her bottom.
In one of the magazines, Shelly read a letter from a woman who having become frustrated at her latent desires for another woman, actually went out and bought herself a prostitute. According to the magazine, prostitutes usually admitted to having an occasional female customer. Could she do that? Shelly closed her eyes and touched her genitals and oh yes, she was wet. She looked back at the woman's letter -- the woman had just called an escort service and the prostitute had come to her home. Shelly bit her lip and glanced over at the phone book on the nightstand. She had heard that these letters were fakes written up by the editors, but escort services weren't imaginary.
Why not? She had plenty of money in the bank and even had about five hundred in her cookie jar in the kitchen. Her heart began beating faster as she reached for the phone book, telling herself that all she had to do was hire a date, she didn't have to go through with the sex if she didn't want to... Minutes later on the line to Modern Escorts, she was nervously trying to tell the woman who answered what sort of date she wanted, young - yes, blond, yes, that would be nice, around seven o'clock? Yes, that would be perfect, an hour from now - plenty of time to get dressed.
At seven o'clock, Shelly was nervously examining herself in the bedroom mirror, smoothing imaginary wrinkles out of her red silk dress. She had also put on black hose and high heels, which prettily matched her black lace panty and bra set. The doorbell rang. Feeling half shocked that she was actually doing this, she answered the front door. The girl was maybe twenty-one or two, certainly not too much younger than Shelly. She was blond, as requested, and built very prettily, indeed, stacked wouldn't have been an exaggeration. Her legs were full and rounded sexily, too, which was even more important to Shelly.
"Hi," she said brightly, "I'm Mary. Should I come in, or are we going out?"
"Come on in, please," answered Shelly nervously, "let's have a drink and talk awhile, shall we?" She ushered Mary to the living room couch and hurried to pour two generous drinks from the pitcher she had made. Her heart was pounding like a drum as she tried not to stare at the younger woman's curvy calves. Rejoining Mary, she handed her the drink and sipped her own, trying to think of how to begin, trying to think of anything but legs and pussies and bottoms.
Smiling knowingly, Mary solved the problem for her, "This the first time you ever ordered an escort?" After Shelly's shy nod, she continued, "Well, the fee for the service, that is, the escort service, is a hundred dollars an evening, and I need that up front." Shelly reached for her purse, and after Mary had closed her own, she continued, "Now, if you want more, it just depends on what you want and whether or not I want to, understand?"
The girl had soft, brown eyes and a tiny mole to the left of her upper lip - she really was pretty, but Shelly still didn't know what to say, "Well, I mean, do you ever get other calls from women?"
"No," smiled Mary, "This is my first time to date a woman, at least a customer, but I've heard the other girls talk about it, would you like to hear some of the stuff they've told me?" Shelly nodded happily, grateful to the girl for taking over. Mary sat closer to Shelly and took a sip from her drink before speaking softly, "Sometimes they want to give their guy a special present, you know, like a three-way, but the girls who told me about those also said that they thought the chicks really just wanted another woman and didn't want to admit it, even to themselves, much less admit it to their husbands or boyfriends. Is this like that?"
Shelly swallowed and said, "No, not exactly." She started to clarify that she wanted a woman and knew it, but she just let the girl continue.
Mary continued, more warmly it seemed to Shelly, "And sometimes it's something kinky, like a woman just wants to kiss another woman's breasts, or she wants to wear a dildo and pretend to be a man. I even remember one story, where a woman just wanted one of us to pee on her, and another time where a woman ordered two of us and beat off while the girls kissed and had sex together."
As Mary paused for another sip, Shelly took a deep breath, "No, it's not like that either. You see, I had this friend in college, who tried to seduce me and I said no, and..."
