This is a story about, Elizabeth, Chairman of the Board and President of a large company. She recently hired a male escort from a super exclusive agency and had an amazing erotic evening. Do read that erotic story. Tonight, she is looking to try something different. She had always been bi-curious. Dammit, she thought, now is the time to scratch that itch and be with a woman.
Elizabeth is forty-two, fit and attractive in a New York way. Her trainer keeps her body trim and her yoga guru it flexible. She divorced over ten years ago, with no children, and dated casually for years with a bachelorette, 'Sex in the City", life-style. Then her father died suddenly and assuming the leadership role of the family business consumed her every waking moment. Pleasures with the opposite sex were out for years. Thankfully, a fellow female exec and university sorority alumnus told her about a super exclusive escort service for women. It's so exclusive that only top female business executives are allowed. They even forbid movie stars due to prying media eyes on the stars every move. The cost of an escort is extravagant but very worth it as Elizabeth's first date with a hot young hunk, proved. Read about their date in the previous post.
Looking through the agency's catalog in the lesbian section, Elizabeth spotted Bonnie a delicate, very feminine young thing. Her nude pictures in the service's catalog lesbian section showed a shy, blushing girl that was obviously uncomfortable exposing her naked charms. That got her heart racing as she examined her slim, fit body with perky small breasts and tight little butt. Bonnie has brown hair down to her shoulders and a very intelligent, pretty face. Her profile said she is a twenty-one year-old junior in university studying history, originally from a small town in upstate Vermont. For my first time in a lesbian encounter, Elizabeth thought she seemed perfect. Knowing herself so well, she knew that with her controlling nature, she would butt heads with an aggressive dike. No, Bonnie will do just fine. She envisioned controlling the experience at her own speed.
Tonight, Elizabeth booked her company's luxury corporate suite at its downtown location next to Central Park. The suite is more like an executive apartment than a hotel room. It has a large living room with sofas, a separate bedroom, a bar and dining room. On the mahogany dining room table, she arranged for a light dinner, a Waldorf salad laid on fine China with a bottle of Elizabeth's favorite white Chardonnay on ice ready to fill the crystal, wine glasses. Elizabeth wants to chat with Bonnie and feel comfortable before experimenting in the lesbian lifestyle.
Now enter Elizabeth's mind as she enjoys a sexual adventure.
Sunday is the only day I have time to myself. The rest of the week is so hectic. But today was a joy unwinding by going shopping for lingerie and getting ready for my erotic dinner date in the private suite. What an exhilarating, lusty rush. I bought a new royal purple satin panty and bra set with an embroidered white, lace trim. Just putting it on gave me a rush. The crotch has a naughty see-through mesh that I could see my camel-toe notch plainly. I swear I blushed when I saw that in the mirror. My god, I haven't blushed since high school. Having a sex date with a cute, young girl has my senses buzzing.
Classy and elegant was my theme. As such, I have on a formal, full length deep red dress that I last wore at a $10,000 a plate fund raiser for our governor's re-election campaign. It has a discreetly, sexy low neckline that shows just the tops of my breasts. The new bra is the pushup type that young girls wear to have their breasts almost spilling out. It gave an erotic aspect to my look. After I applied my makeup, when I gazed into the full-length mirror, I saw a powerful, beautiful, classy and attractive lady. Power is what I want to show. I'll have a double scotch on the rocks from the bar while I wait for Bonnie, sweet young Bonnie.
Right on time, I hear a timid knock on the door. My heart is racing and I can hear the swish of satin on satin from my dress as walk quickly to the door. I stop and collect myself. My god, Elizabeth, calm yourself. Another knock, this time a bit louder. I open the door. There stands Bonnie even prettier than her catalog photos.
"Hello Bonnie, please come in and welcome." She smiles shyly and comes inside as I close the door behind her. "My name's Elizabeth. So nice to meet you." I offer my hand and she shakes it delicately.
She looks up and down at my dress and says, "Sorry, but I didn't dress up. I only have my student's clothes. All my nice stuff is back in Vermont."
I see she has on a knee-length pleated skirt and simple white blouse with comfortable shoes. It hits me that this student outfit is so perfect. A tarty party dress would have been so unlike my Bonnie fantasy. She is a bit shorter than me with delicate features and a nature very unlike mine. But they say opposites attract.
"Not to worry sweetheart. You look great. I just felt like dressing special." I step beside her and put a hand on the center of her back and direct her towards the dining room area. "Let's sit at the table and chat over a light snack. I want to get to know you." Bonnie is looking around the room as we walk,
She says nervously and in awe, "Wow, this is one huge hotel room."
I say, "My company keeps it for visiting businesspeople and small meetings." I sit at the head of the table and Bonnie sits to my right, close enough to touch. "Please have some wine. This is my favorite." I pour a glass for us both.
"Sure, wine is great. Most of the folks back home are beer drinkers but wine is so much nicer. That's what I drank at my prom."
I lift my glass. "Let's have a toast to new friends."
Bonnie breaks into a smile of relief which makes my heart melt. She says, "To new friends." Our crystal glasses give a clean ring as they touch, and we drink. The cold liquid tastes so good going down my throat. Bonnie is looking down modestly and I study her profile, her perfect unblemished skin, her perfect long eyelashes and pink, natural full lips. I get a thrill in my chest as I picture this evening going to be so perfect.
"Please eat up. I hope you like Waldorf salad. It was invented just down the street at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel."
She takes a two small bites, chews them thoughtfully and says, "It's very yummy, thanks."
We eat and drink in silence. It seems tense. I get up and say, "Let me play some music. Do you like jazz?"
"Whatever you like is great."
