Intimate Moments For Older Men Ch 04

As usual, the ad that my 'friend' from the advertising world penned for me was appealing and hit the nail of what I was offering right on the head. The headline of:

Intimate Moments

for

Curious Ladies

summed up my offer perfectly and addressed my target market to a tee. The body copy which was short and to the point but informative 'spoke' to the three target groups of; 1. Women who believed they were straight but like many had thought of sex with another woman and wondered just what it would be like? 2. Those who thought they might be bi but wasn't sure and 3. Bi women who wanted some intimate action as he termed it.

It had taken my friend some time to persuade me to drop mature, which had featured on the ads for men, and use curious for women. I was rather worried that not having mature might attract younger women with who I might feel uncomfortable having full on sexually intimate moments. But in the end he persuaded me that I could always exclude them during a telephone screening or, as long as I let them know that I was an older woman, go ahead with them and, as he put it to me as we lay in bed naked, enjoy their youthful slender bodies causing me to giggle to him, "I'm not a bloody les you know."

Whilst he was the brains behind the planning of my new venture and had put up the bulk of the money for the start up, I was the one who had to work out and deliver what represented intimate moments for the guys which, so far was working well, and now for the women who the new ad would hopefully attract.

That occupied my thinking over the next week or so as he and I refined the ad to appeal to the groups we'd agreed upon. Whilst I'd been with several women during my years on the fringes of and, for a while, in the sex trade, I was nowhere near as experienced with women as I was with men. With guys, it was simple to draw the line between being an out and out hooker and more of a paid paramour, as I thought of myself, and to offer the appropriate services. My definition of sexual intimacy with guys was straightforward, pretty much anything other than a cock going into me. However, I struggled to find a similar break point with women, especially inexperienced ones who were not even sure they were bi. Searching for the dividing line with my friend took us quite a time and several lovely fucks to work out but, eventually we settled on there not being such a line and that each meeting could find its own.

After lots of discussion and even more thinking, and screwing, we settled on a range of services and he published the service as both a mini website and ads in a couple of magazines and we laid back in bed with our fingers crossed.

*

Jennifer was in her late-forties and was fairly happily married with two teenage children. She and Lee, a financial adviser, had a pretty good life style and overall most of it was fine for her and the family. However, now that the kids were almost off their hands and they were financially okay she felt that she was missing something in her life. This had been in her mind with increasing intensity for a few of years and whilst she hadn't been able to put her finger on it precisely, she knew that it was something to do with sex. At first she'd assumed that it was the start of her menopause but she didn't have the other symptoms others told her about. Okay, there was probably less sexual fluid when she was aroused and she was moodier and irritable with both the kids and Lee more often but she put most of that down to age and her relationship with Lee becoming more strained than it had been in the past including a suspicion that he might be 'playing away from home!'

It was probably two to three years of wondering before she was able to put her finger on it with any conviction and somewhat reluctantly, but also with a fair degree of excitement it dawned on her what it was. She had become interested in, and attracted to, other women and that she realised from reading about it meant that she was bi-curious. At first, she rejected the idea on the grounds that she'd never had sex with another woman so how could she be bisexual she asked herself? When she read more about it, however, she found out that that many women who were 'bisexual virgins' considered themselves to be straight.

But when she thought back to her time as a youngster on the London suburban club scene in the 'noughties' where she'd 'snogged and groped' with other early twenties girls she remembered that she'd got one hell of a kick from it. Although at parties during her youth she'd not gone further than letting other girls get her tits out and had the odd hand or two up the ridiculously short skirts they all wore at the time, she realised that had the circumstances and the other girls have been appropriate she would probably have gone further. Many times since then she'd looked at other women, admired their beauty or sexiness and felt a surge of desire that until the last couple of years she'd thrust from her mind. Recently, though, she'd sometimes let it linger even to the point of finding herself in the afternoon before the kids got home from school naked on her bed fingering herself to sexual fulfilment fantasising that it was a woman's fingers in her and not her own!

These feelings went further than the occasional explosion of lust for herself. More frequently nowadays she'd look at attractive women and feel tingles go through her, she'd imagine them naked, cast furtive glances at girls in tight leggings at the gym or bikinis in the pool and she'd imagine being in their arms and having their lips against hers. It slowly got worse as it became more frequent and intense. She found herself making excuses to stand closer to someone she was attracted to, touching them and holding their gazes. When dancing at functions or the odd occasions with Lee or a bunch of girls at a club she became excited and she realised aroused. This was particularly the case at functions where, typically, men hog the bar and women the dance floor and dance together. Several times Jen had rushes of sexual interest, when dancing with an attractive woman and when feeling their hands on her body and when they touched each other.

This 'interest' in other women all came to a head when she was at a tennis club dinner and dance without Lee. There were nine other women without partners all on the same table and she was sat opposite the club's ex-coach who was now at another club and was rumoured to be a lesbian. She clearly took a shine to Jen and her eyes were all over her face and upper body. She directed most of her conversation towards her and later near the end of the evening Jen was surprised when she was walking back from the bathroom someone grabbed her hand and it was Anya, the tennis coach. She pulled her onto the dance floor and without a word took her into her arms and started swaying on the spot to a slow, moody number. Anya was holding Jen's hand down by her side whilst the other was pressing into the small of her back as they moved to the music and to the other's body. This rather embarrassed Jen and worried her that others would see them but looking around she was relieved to see that nobody was staring and quite a few other all-female couples were effectively smooching so she went with the flow of what Anya was doing. So, when she felt the hand moving on her back she didn't object, when her modest, B cup boobs were pulled against Anya's almost non-existent breasts she didn't resist and when their stomachs and thighs rubbed against each other she didn't pull away. Jen and the other girls had been drinking quite a lot of wine so she was mellow and relaxed. Hence, most thoughts went out of her mind other than the slow movement of the dancing, Anya squeezing her hand and sliding her other one from her bra strap to the waist of her knickers and being in her arms with their bodies pressed together.

The music was too loud for them to talk much although Anya whispered a few little somethings that Jen didn't quite get but as Anya's mouth went near to her ear her lips brushed on Jen's neck. That made her shiver and tingle and Anya must have felt that as she gripped Jen's hand harder and the one on Jen's back slid down and brushed against the swell of her bum. Just before the number finished as the lights in the hall were flashing on and off, Jen felt Anya's lips slide across her cheek and brush against her lips. At first, Jen panicked when she thought that Anya was going to kiss her full on the lips but then she felt disappointed when she didn't and she moved her face away and stared into Jen's eyes and as the music stopped whispered, "How are you getting home Jen?"

Somewhat to Jen's relief but also to her disappointment, Lee was picking her up and was waiting her phone call. As they stood clapping the band who were now leaving the stage, her mind was in a whirl with what had gone on all evening and on whether she could realistically call Lee and stop him coming. After just a few moments, though, as Anya's fingers were discreetly stroking the back of Jen's hand she decided that wasn't an option and she said, "Oh Lee's collecting me and a few of the other girls."

After dropping the other girls off at their homes, Lee and Jen got home around two and he was soon in bed and snoring as she undressed in the small room that she used as a dressing room. Naked, she looked at herself in the mirror and as her hands cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples she closed her eyes, leaned back against the wall opposite the mirror and let her mind flood with visions of Anya both clothed and undressed. As one of Jen's hands slid downwards and firstly cupped her rather hairy mound and then found and rubbed her clit it was Anya's fingers and tongue that were doing that and which brought her to a shuddering climax.

It was a week or so later when Jennifer saw Jayne's ad and accessed the website. After plucking up all of her courage she had called the number and after that and two more conversations with Jayne she was now about to visit the studio.

*

It certainly wasn't a flood of replies and was nowhere near as many as the ad for the guys had attracted but there was a steady trickle during the first couple of weeks. One key feature was that it was far more difficult converting the phone calls into appointments and for those to actually happen. Women needed more information and persuasion which, I suppose was largely due to the ad appealing mostly to women who hadn't done much or anything by way of bisexual sex. That all seemed understandable to my friend with whom I discussed it and most aspects of the business usually in bed.

"Hi Jennifer or should I call you Jen?" I asked when I'd let her into the studio. She was a fairly attractive without really being pretty, brunette with longish, just beneath the shoulders, lustrous hair I noticed immediately envisaging it on her naked shoulders with some strands tumbling onto her breasts that looked to be quite modest in size though pert under the thin, yellow, sleeveless dress she was wearing. It was a button all the way up the front job with a hem that was just above the knee and modest slits about six inches long up either side. Like me her legs were bare and they looked to be slender and shapely which was in line with how her body looked to be. We'd decided that for the same fee as the men I would offer, at least as a start-up special, two-to-three-hour sessions so we'd have plenty of time for the simply curious ladies like Jayne to relax and let go of their inhibitions.

As this was my first client from my 'Curious' ad I'd had to think extra deeply about how I dressed, just what we did and what I offered by way of sexually intimate services. These topics had occupied several long chats with my advertising friend. "I'll play it by ear," I'd told him as he sucked so nicely on my nipple and slipping his hand between my legs rubbed my pussy as he mumbled, "No play it by this not your bloody ear," making us both giggle.

I knew that I would have to look nice, professional and attractive. I wanted to project a sexiness with a hint, but not overly so, of availability and, naturally, one that showed off my assets. So I'd thought long and hard about my appearance and was wearing a modest amount of lip gloss and an even smaller amount of foundation together with my narrow eyeliner and pale blue mascara. As to clothing we'd made two overall key decisions with him leaving it to me to choose the actual clothing I'd wear. However, we both agreed that I should show lots of flesh, so bare legs and no jeans, and I would not wear a bra so that the client would see my nipples that as my friend put it, 'Are bound to be hard at the thought of what you're going to do.'

Having fairly recently spent a long week in Dubai, I was still tanned so I'd decided to flash the flesh in the hope this would give Jen a buzz and searching through my wardrobe I decided that the centrepiece of my outfit would be a mini skirt. Simple but hopefully effective in achieving my objectives with my outfit, it was blue denim with the hem some ten inches above my knees or looked at another way eight inches down from my panties. On top I wore a little tank top that was sleeveless with spaghetti straps and ended a couple of inches above the waist of the skirt so I not only flashed my tanned arms and legs but also, particularly when I stretched, my stomach as well. As nearly always I was wearing heels. They were four-inch sandals with ankle straps and peek-a-boo toes through the narrow straps across my insteps.

"Most people call me Jen, but Jenny or Jennifer is fine," she replied with a nervous maybe even fake smile as she came into the studio.

After chatting for a while standing just inside the room I said, "Come on let's sit down, have a glass of prosecco and a nice chat shall we?" After pouring the wine we sat close together on the couch with our knees almost touching. As she sat down her stylish, short sleeved dress rode up to near mid-thigh showing that she did indeed have slender, shapely legs. I could see that she was nervous which from what she'd told me when she booked the appointment was natural because as she'd put it, 'I have no experience with women at all but I am constantly thinking about them.' Although I wanted to, I hadn't pursued the subject on the phone but needed to know as I was finding my feet in this new venture and didn't want to screw things up or go too far or, not far enough so, I kept chatting and moved on from asking about her journey and finding the studio to ask, "So how long have you had such thoughts about women Jen?"

She told me that it was several years and that it had become more frequent and increasingly intense and that recently it was on her mind nearly all the time. I asked if anything had happened and she told me about how she'd danced recently with a tennis coach who was a reputed to be a lesbian and how being held and fondled by her had been a massive turn on. When I asked had anything more happened she said that nothing more had gone on but it may well have done had her husband not have been picking her and some others up as the coach had offered her lift home.

As we'd been chatting we'd put our now empty glasses on the coffee table and when she told me how something nearly happened I took hold of her hands and held them tight with both pairs resting on my legs just above my bare knees.

Although I had certainly never seduced a woman, nor to my knowledge a man, my friend and I had worked out that in this new role as a provider of intimacy for probably inexperienced curious women, I might have to. Jen seemed to me to be in the category that might need that and certainly needed some encouragement so I had decided to go for it and effectively place an offer on the table as it were. Hence, as she told me that something might have happened with the tennis coach I took hold of her hands and asked, "Have you thought about that much Jen?"

"Yes, it's been on my mind ever since it happened," which she'd already told me was about six weeks ago.

"Do you wish something more had happened?"

"I'm just not sure, in some, maybe most, ways yes but I was scared. Actually it's the reason I replied to your ad," she told me as she returned my squeezing of her hands.

"And have you imagined what might have happened?"

"Well not specifically then but often I think about what could happen with other women."

"And what's that?" I asked letting my knees open a little and rubbing the palm of her hand with my fingers.

"I sometimes imagine kissing them or to be more accurate being kissed by them as I doubt I'd have the nerve to kiss anyone like that. Or maybe both, oh I don't Jayne," she almost gabbled sounding hellishly nervous and unsure of herself that was, I assumed, perfectly natural.

"Anyone or do you mean a woman?"

"Yes I have never kissed a woman like that."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well er, um you know, sort of sexually."

"You mean, errrr intimately and with sexual intent Jen?"

"Yes Jayne that's right and I haven't though I almost did with the tennis coach."

"Why didn't you it was dark wasn't it?"

"Yes, but still people would have seen."

I thought for a moment or two not saying anything as I weighed up the situation. Then I decided to go for it and offer her perhaps the intimacy she was after to satisfy the curiosity that had prompted her to reply to the ad and turn up here. So I whispered, "Well no one can see us here Jen so would you like us to kiss?" as I pressed her hands firmer against the inside of my knees and looked her right in the eyes. She held my gaze as I realised that she had very ice blue, quite lovely,almond-shaped eyes and actually very kissable lips. After a quite unnerving what seemed like a long wait but was probably only a few moments, she smiled and said.

"Yes please Jayne I think I would like that."

We were sitting side by side with Jen on my left as I moved a little closer to her on the settee so that our legs were pressed together from our hips to our knees. Her dress had ridden quite a way up her legs and the skirt part on the side next to me had fallen open at the slit so we were both flashing loads of flesh as I moved my right hand from between her knees and placed it gently on the side of her face whispering, "Just relax my lovey." I pressed my cheek against the other side of her face taking in the smells of her perfume and hair as I gently caressed her with my hand. At the same I moved my other hand, my left, from where it was nestled between her knees that were gripping it and slid that around her waist resting my hand on the swell of her buttocks just beneath her waist and feeling the elastic of her panty's waist band. I again asked but this time in a whisper, "Okay Jen are you alright?"

"Mmmm yes, yes Jayne thank you yes I am," she stammered quietly.

I squeezed her hip and buttocks a little more tightly as after kissing her cheek I slid my face around hers and looked into her eyes for a few moments. She held my gaze and I saw that her lips were slightly parted and hardly without thinking I brushed mine against hers as I slid my right hand into her hair and stroked the back of head and down to her neck. Applying just a tad of pressure I pulled her face forward so that our lips met and I gently kissed her. I was relieved and, I have to say very pleased that there was absolutely no resistance either with her lips or her head that I realised I no longer needed to pull forward. I took my time so that she could gradually get used to another woman's lips on hers before slowly increasing the intensity of the kiss. After the first gentle coming together of our lips, I licked along her top one and then ever so gently sucked on that for a second or two before pressing both of my slightly parted lips against her closed mouth. As I kissed her waiting for her hoped for welcoming and enthusiastic response, I arched my back a little, pressed my left boob against her chest and inched my left leg more firmly against hers. I slowly slid my right hand up and down her bare arm fondling and gently squeezing it as I felt her mouth returning the kiss. Running my tongue along her closed lips and pressing it on them in a signal that all lovers know is a request to open them I felt ecstatic when she did and I slithered my tongue into her mouth and pressed it against hers. At first there was no response but then, it moved and she pressed back against the tip of mine and tantalisingly wonderfully our two tongues did what was like a little dance together. I squirmed my lips firmer against hers as our tongues duelled inside her mouth and I pressed my breast harder against hers engulfing her right boob which felt lovely particularly when she returned some of the pressure by arching her back and pressing back against it. Although we broke for air a couple of time we kissed for what seemed an age and it really was truly wonderful for me as well as, by her responses, her as well.