This story depicts lesbian sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Discretion was a must in Jennifer's game. It ensured that her clients trusted her implicitly with their dirty secrets that they would never want to be aired in public. Today's client was a regular, she lived in quite an affluent neighbourhood and the way Jennifer dressed, she could be taken for any number of occupations and all tabled guesses would invariably be way off the mark.
She always parked away from the client's house and today's warm sunny spring weather was reflected in her enthusiastic stride. Her wavy dirty blond hair flopped and weaved in the slight breeze, accentuated by the bounce in her stride. Jennifer, never Jenny, was taller than most of her circle of friends at 5 10, a strong jawline, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes held the casual observer in their thrall and that's before they looked down to her lean physique and long slender legs. She was pleased with her appearance but her legs and neatly turned ankles were the focus of her own inspections even if the casual observer might perhaps linger on her pert 36D breasts, assuming they could tease their eyes away from the enigmatic lopsided smile that played across her face.
She reached the required address and pressed the doorbell. As usual, she did not have long to wait, almost as if the homeowner were waiting by the door. As soon as the door swung open, she was greeted by the brightest smile Jennifer had ever received. It was the staff's afternoon off and Nina, the homeowner had opened the door. The woman stood around the 5 8 mark, a nicely rounded figure wrapped perfectly in a white sequined knee-length dress; the colour accentuated the homeowner's mocha skin tone beautifully "Please, come in" was the airy greeting with the accompanying broad smile and a slight bow of the head. Jennifer stepped inside and the door was closed behind her; the outside world was closed off and now the real reason for the meeting could begin. Nina took a step forward, gently stroked Jennifer's silky hair by her ear and whispered, "I can't believe I've managed to wait this long for you." Nina leant forward and gently placed her lips on Jennifer's who reciprocated the affection back.
The reality of the meeting was Jennifer was a high-class prostitute who was so popular she could pick and choose her clients and although other clients paid better, Jennifer liked to meet up with this homeowner for the thrill she got herself. Nina was what you could call a trophy wife being wheeled out by her husband whenever a client needed charming. In between times she was allowed to do her own thing but ended up being very, very bored and once a month she would give in to her bi-sexual leanings and pay for an afternoon of Jennifer's time to do as many things as two women can do together in the allotted time. Nina assumed Jennifer was an out-and-out lesbian and Jennifer did nothing to correct her on her assumptions but the truth was she too was bi-sexual and had male clients too, albeit the majority were women which she was more than pleased about; they made better lovers, they weren't as messy and invariably rang her bell. Each client was carefully vetted and she always made it clear where her boundaries were. Jennifer had had friends in the business who were less fussy and had been messed up by the wrong client -- invariably all males.
The two women had instantly wrapped each other in an all-enveloping hug, Nina was a big hugger and Jennifer was happy to comply; so many times in the past few words were needed between them. Nina liked certain things and Jennifer was happy to comply as they coincided with her own agenda. Nina pulled back from the hug and taking Jennifer's hand led the taller woman to the sitting room with its lush roomy sofa that allowed for so many combinations of positions. Make no mistakes, Nina was the client paying for her time and Jennifer felt compelled to ensure this client in particular received value for her money but their continuing interactions were more like co-ordinated moves than any conscious efforts.
As they stood in front of the sofa Jennifer wrapped the slightly shorter woman in her arms to pull her into one of those long lingering kisses that she savoured so much. Their hands ranged up and down the others back, shoulders and buttocks; they had all afternoon and were certainly in no rush. At some point, Jennifer reached for the back of Nina's dress and pulled the long zipper down in a deliberately slow motion. This always seemed to heighten Nina's anticipation for the antics the zipper heralded. Once it sat at the stopper Jennifer peeled the shoulders away and took a half step back to pull the front of the garment down.
Jennifer smiled and gasped "Beautiful." She had seen this sight countless times but Nina looked especially delicious today. Her dress had made her mocha skin pop but the dress was accompanied by a white lacy lingerie set that made Nina's tits look even more heavenly. Jennifer had many different clients but this particular one looked hotter in the raw than when dressed and Jennifer was especially fascinated by Nina's dark lustrous nipples that just craved the white woman's lips to kiss and lick at them. Nina loved the admiration, mainly as she got little from her husband, and her smile lit up her face so brightly, in response Jennifer smiled back and kissed Nina's cheek. As she leant further the blond whispered into the homeowner's ear "You know how delicious I find you but you really take my breath away while I get to strip you naked."
Nina's pussy had been pulsing with the anticipation of Jennifer's arrival and it hadn't slowed down any when the woman stepped over the threshold. She never used the 'L' word in front of her visitor but Jennifer never failed to ring Nina's bell, in her head, she openly acknowledged that she did indeed 'Love' her Jennifer. Yes, she was paying money for her time but the monetary side of the transaction had long since stopped being a topic of conversation. Once a month her lover would make her come in new and adventurous ways so much so that Nina was content to endure her less-than-perfect existence outside of their monthly time together. Her husband splashed the cash but he showed no sentiment behind it and Nina had long since stopped feeling any emotional bond with him. She knew she was crucial to him winning a series of high-level clients and so she made sure she secured a substantial allowance in line with the skills she brought to the party and part of that allowance went directly to Jennifer.
By this time Nina's expensive dress was just a crumbled heap of cloth at her feet. Jennifer took another half-step back without letting go of Nina's hands so that she could take in the view before her. The mocha beauty was reduced to her well-filled white lacy bra and matching white panties that sat high on her hips. "Good enough to eat" was her gasped encouragement. Nina then spent a few minutes stripping her guest down to her underwear; Jennifer looked equally ravishing and once again Nina was thanking the day when the stars aligned and she met Jennifer in a hotel reception because since that day she had acquired a purpose in life. That purpose involved her mouth and the blond beauty's body.