I am posting a series of true stories about my encounters with "providers" around the country. I totally respect these women and in these stories have no intention of demeaning them.
I was scheduled for a trip to Cincinnati about a decade ago. It had been quite some time since I had been in Cincy, so I took to a well-known review site to find some ideas for companionship during my two weeks stay. I searched using my favorite variables "mature" and "shaved". I don't really know why I loved shaved women. I can assure you that it has nothing to do with little girls. In addition, I'm a "smoothy" myself.
I found a number of possible candidates and began to narrow the list. I finally settled on a woman named "Carla". As I was to find out later, that is her real name.
I contacted Carla via email and got a quick answer accepting my offer of a three-hour date at my hotel. I gave her some basic information about me and we were all set. The date was three days down the road due to my work schedule at night. I told her I'd meet her in the lobby bar at 7:00 p.m. I knew she would be easy to identify from the pictures on her page of reviews. Blonde hair, middle aged. Perfect.
Finally, Saturday arrived. I ordered a snack tray and a couple of bottles of wine from room service to be delivered at 6:30 p.m. I was showered and freshly "smooth", so it was a matter of waiting for the time to pass.
At about ten minutes before the appointed hour, I headed down to the bar. For a Saturday night, it was pretty quiet in the bar, with only a couple of tables being occupied. Since I had a couple of pictures of Carla, I spied her sitting at a table in the corner. However, she was not alone. She was with a man and they were chatting quietly. A bit confused, I walked over to the table. She didn't know what I looked like, but surmised that I was her date. "Hi. Are you Steve?" I smiled and said, "Indeed, I am." Her companion stood up, offered his hand, and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Larry, Carla's husband." I'm pretty sure my heart didn't actually stop, but the shock clearly registered on my face. He smiled and said, "You're not the first guy to be surprised."
We sat down and I'm sure my mouth was still agape trying to sort out what was happening. For a fleeting moment, I thought they were suggesting a threesome. Larry said that he and Carla have an understanding and that they were both fine with it. Larry went on to explain that he essentially asexual, but that Carla was very much into sex and needed a great deal of it. I think I was starting to regain my composure, so I asked them how they hooked up as a married couple. I'm a little blurry on the details, but it boiled down to the fact that they had known each other since grade school and they decided to get married. Neither of them was particularly interested in having children, so they were perfectly happy together.
My heart rate had pretty much returned to normal and we had a nice conversation about their life together. He made it clear the he loved her very much and wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. He said that he liked to bring Carla on her dates so that he could size up the guy. Apparently, I passed muster and Larry said he'd excuse himself so that we could proceed with the evening. He said he'd come back at 10 o'clock to pick her up. I volunteered to drive her home and save him the trip. He graciously accepted, winked at Carla, and left.
I told Carla about the snacks I had in the room and offered her a meal in the bar, if she preferred. She had made it clear that she was not a clock-watcher and that there was no hurry, but she said the snacks in the room were fine with her.
We stood up and, ever the gentleman, I pulled her chair out as she arose from the table. It became clear right away that she was rather short. I'd say about 5-2. I'm right at 6 feet tall.
We exited the bar and headed across the lobby to the elevators. She took my arm and away we went to the 12th floor. I must admit that I was still a bit gobsmacked by the events so far. She seemed to sense that and let out a little laugh. "Relax", she said with a grin.
We got to the suite and went in. I took her coat and put it in the closet. It was then that I got my first look at her body. She was wearing a modest peasant-style dress, nylons, and flat shoes. She walked into the room, stood by the TV, and did a little twirl "What do you think?", she said with an impish grin on her face. "I think I won the lottery, my dear!"
I mentioned that she's vertically challenged, but what a body. Large breasts that looked very real with her dress on. The neckline showed some serious cleavage. Carla is a very attractive lady, probably mid to late 40s. Not the kind of beauty that would cause a loss of breath or a stoppage of traffic, but a genuinely attractive woman nevertheless. A true midwestern sweetheart.
The suite was a two-room setup with the living room/office in the front room and the bedroom in the back. You can probably guess what chain it is.
I had soft jazz playing on my laptop, the wine was chilled, and the snacks were on the coffee table. We sat of the couch and I poured two glasses of a nice Chardonnay. "I propose a toast...to us," she said. We clinked glasses and had a nice chat for about half an hour.
While we were talking, she hit me with a bombshell. The good kind. She said, if it was OK with me, she'd like to stay overnight. After I picked my jaw off the floor, it occurred to me that I didn't have much more cash than what I planned to give her for a three-hour date plus nice tip. I must have had a worried look on my face, but she said, "Don't worry about the money. I really like you and I want both of us to have plenty of time to enjoy each other." I am never speechless...until right at that moment. I finally pulled my thoughts together and told her it would be my honor to help her enjoy the evening. She quickly texted Larry with the change in plans and the date was about to change into a higher gear.
We were sitting next to each other and she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. "Thank you", she said. She's thanking me? Wow!
I told her that we could do better than that peck on the lips. She agreed and snuggled right up to me. Our first DFK ensued and I was enraptured by her soft lips and darting tongue. I was hugging her and I pulled her tight to me while I gave her another deep kiss. My left hand moved to her right breast. Suspicions confirmed. They were real. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "I like your touch," she said quietly. I kissed her again and dropped my left hand to her leg. By this time her dress had ridden up a bit and I slid my hand further up her leg. She spread her legs and I continued northward. She had on bikini panties, but it was clear that they were very tiny. I was in no hurry, so I didn't move any further than a quick touch of her panties. I withdrew my hand and kissed her more.
In the meantime, she moved her right hand off of my shoulder and slowly moved down my chest before her hand came to rest on my very hard cock. She squeezed it a bit and said, "You seem to be a bit excited. Did I do that?" I told her that there was a very high probability that she was correct.
She said, "I want to see it." Who am I to argue? I broke contact with her and stood up. I pulled off my shoes and socks, slipped off my shirt, and dropped my slacks. I was about the skim off my tented undies, but she grabbed my hands and moved them away. "Let me." Again, I was speechless. She was sitting on the edge of the couch and reached out to grab the sides of my shorts. Before she revealed my cock, she took notice of the bulge, touched it a little bit, and smiled.
She was still fully clothed at this point, but I was not complaining. I knew we had plenty of time. She pulled down my shorts and my cock bobbed up right in front of her face. Another smile. "I love a man with a shaved cock. Especially when it's as hard as yours is." I thought I would cum right there, but I fought it off. She gave it a quick kiss on the tip.
She got off the couch, stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed me again, lightly, while squeezing my rock-hard cock. I know that this is where I'm supposed to report that I was packing a massive nine incher. I wish. We'll, it was a solid 6 Β½ inches and was standing almost vertically at this moment.