As Brendan had explained, Camilla was lovely. Taller than my five feet seven, I guess people would call her willowy with long, slender and very shapely legs, a nicely shaped, pert bum that her stylish dress clung to almost like a second skin showing its full roundness to perfection. Slim, with hardly any boobs, probably just A cup my now quite experienced mind assessed, she was pretty rather than beautiful and looked years younger than the 'forty-something, six or seven' that Brendan had told me that she was.
In the last phone call before their arrival, and there had been six or seven, he'd explained that neither he nor Camilla were quite sure that she'd go through with me giving her an intimate moment as really she was only mildly curious unlike most of my female clients who were full of questions about what it was like being intimate with another woman.
She was quiet and said little as Brendan introduced her but rather sarcastically said, "From what he's told me about you and him Jayne, I feel that I know you well."
I looked at Brendan and raised my eyebrows, trying to enquire about his wife. He was staring at me and I saw him run his glance up and down me. My skirt had ridden half-way up my thighs, but not so that I was showing my stocking tops, and he slowly ran his eyes up to my chest, lingering at my breasts and then caught my eye. He shrugged and then nodded towards Camilla as if to say, 'Up to you, go for it.'
I didn't really know what I should do, but I felt I should improvise so I stood up and walked over to Camilla and stood close behind her. She must have known I was there, for I could smell her perfume, so presumably she could mine as well. I made sure she knew I was there by putting my hand on her waist.
"Camilla,' I said quietly.
"Yes," was her monosyllabic, terse reply.
"Are you comfortable with this?"
She didn't reply. I moved a little closer so that my body was nearly touching her back. I let my hand run slightly downwards so that through the thin material of her dress I could feel her hip bone. She didn't respond either positively or negatively.
"Well Camilla?" I said placing my other hand on her other hip and softly caressing her, "Are you?"
I really was going so far out of my comfort zone in several ways. As a woman, as a hooker and as a 'bit of a les,' well a bi really. I felt sorry for Camilla that her husband was putting her in this position and I could see this all going pear shaped. At the same time, I was now beginning to quite fancy her, but had no idea what to do I had never seduced a reluctant woman before.
I touched her hips more firmly, caressing her really and moved closer so that my boobs were brushing against her back. Not that firmly, but enough I thought, to make her aware and certainly sufficiently for my breasts to feel it and my nipples to react inside the thin white top.
"I don't know Jayne, I really don't," she said in her well-modulated, rather pleasantly plummy, fairly upmarket voice.
I looked over at Brendan who returned my gaze with a blank expression on his face, although he looked aroused at me touching his wife. Men are so odd like that.
I racked my brain as to what to do. I tried putting myself in Camilla's position, but it was hopeless. The only time I had been anywhere near a situation like this was with Jennifer a client who had no experience and was rather reluctant but got fully into it and me as the session progressed and by the end she was participating fully as we made love.
Like Jennifer in some ways, Camilla clearly was not yet convinced on the joys of lesbian sex, probably a deficiency in her upbringing, I thought, smiling. Seeing Brendan nodding at me, or maybe it was at his wife, I thought, 'What the fuck does that mean?" so I raised my eyebrow in the universal sign of 'I have no idea what the hell you are suggesting?' He simply nodded again and I thought I got what he meant.
I toyed with putting my arms round her and clasping her boobs or stroking her tummy, but felt that might be a little too extreme. Instead, I reached up for the zip, which ran down her back from the neck of her dress to her waist. I carefully took hold of the tag and saw that there was a small hook and eye and even though, I was nervous and my fingers were shaking, I managed to fiddle it undone. I was sure that she could not have avoided knowing what I was doing as slowly I slid the zip down until it reached the thin, dark blue bra strap with the distinctive JR near to the clasp telling me it was top quality Janet Regar. She didn't react at all as I slowly slid the zip further down uncovering her beautifully straight back, and as I eased the dress apart. But having undone it so that the zip was down to her waist, I didn't know what to do next. I looked at Brendan and again he gave me that meaningless, but enthusiastic nod. He was no help so I said.
"Are you okay Camilla?"
She replied with an unenthusiastic, "Yes I'm fine thanks," still not giving anything back or really playing any part on what was going on. I slid the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, but as they were folded I couldn't get it past her elbows. I moved a little closer and softly pressed my tummy against her bum. There was no reaction from her, but there was, oddly enough, from me. I was getting worked up; 'This seduction lark is fun,' I thought, pulling the neckline of the dress down as far as I could and seeing that it was resting on her arms, which were folded just beneath her boobs.
"Why don't you turn around Camilla?" I said, rather croakily.
Again that flat tone as she simply said, "Ok," and turned round not to face me but to look at her husband. I couldn't tell for certain just what the look in her eyes expressed, but it certainly was not love and affection
As she turned around she looked good. The top of her dress had slipped down beneath her breasts although her arms were still in it. The dark blue bra was delicate and flimsy and pushed her quite tiny boobs together to create a lovely deep cleavage. As our gazes met I smiled, but got no reaction really, just a slight raising of her eyebrows. I reached out and took hold of the neck of her dress.
"Let me take this Camilla," I whispered, pulling at the material. She uncrossed her arms and I wiggled the material away from them. The top fell downwards so that all of her breasts, her lower chest and her waist were exposed. I moved closer and put both hands onto the dress by her hips. She caught my eye.
"I'll do it," she said, also placing her hands on the dress.
I moved back a pace and watched as, with a nice, quite sexy shimmying of her hips, a slight bend forward at the waist and a push from her hands, she slithered the tightish dress down her legs and let it fall in a pool of, what I am sure was, hideously expensive dark blue material around her feet. She didn't move at first and that gave me the chance to run my eyes up and down her. She was wearing dark blue, matching presumably JR panties with black strappy three-to-four-inch heels and nothing else. Through the almost diaphanous, blue lace of her bra, I could see the outlines of her nipples and areola, both looked big, but her nipples didn't look hard, "Take your top off as well Jay," Brendan said from behind me. "Camilla's a little shy and would welcome the company. Yes Camilla?"
Camilla didn't reply, but seemed to watch with more interest than she had shown in anything else as I undid the buttons on the thin top. I didn't take it off though, for I had another idea. Leaving it hanging open, I slid the zip on my skirt, pushed that down over my hips and legs and let it also drop to the ground. I didn't, though, leave it crumpled on the ground, but picked it up and hung it over a chair.
"You look lovely Camilla," I muttered pleased and not just a little excited to see her eyes running up and down my body. Often being more dressed than my prospective lover gives me a buzz and, so I have been told, them as well.
I reached out for her hand. She didn't stop me when I held it.
"Let's sit on the bed," I whispered. "Okay?"
"Yes, if you want to," she replied in that dead voice.
I led her past her husband into the bedroom and we stood beside the bed with Brendan, who had followed us standing just inside the door. His eyes never left us, but seemed to focus more on me than on Camilla, which I am sure she must have noticed. She and I sat on the edge of the bed where I pressed my hip and leg against hers. Again, there was no response, either positive or negative. I turned to half face her, my left breast brushing against her arm. She looked at me, I smiled and nearly got one back.
"You are very beautiful Camilla, you have a gorgeous body," I said resting my hand on her leg half way up her thigh. I felt a slight shudder, but didn't know whether it was excitement or fright. I thought I needed to push things, so I ran my hand upwards, at the same time sliding my fingers more towards the inside of her thigh, right onto that ultra- smooth skin that leads the way to a woman's sexual epi-centre.
I stroked her there for a moment or two contemplating what to do next. I was in uncharted waters. I'd never done anything like this before and I really wanted to give it my best go, for I didn't want Brendan giving me a bad report to anyone or posting anything negative on my website. I stood up and, after glancing at him who, in my eyes, was becoming more and more of an arsehole, I looked into Camilla's. She had stunningly blue eyes I noticed as slowly and, I hoped sensuously, I removed my top.
It was gratifying to see her eyes go straight to my breasts. Being made from a sort of thin, white net, my bra was almost completely see-through. It hid nothing, certainly not my full, rounded double Ds, my coral pink areola or my nipples, which Camilla could not have failed noticing were now very erect indeed. Standing up and smiling at her, I reached behind my back and flicked the clasp open and let the ends of the bra strap fall apart. The cups clung to my breasts as if not wishing to expose their cargoes. I leaned forward, put my hands up and slowly pulled them away as, all the time, I stared into her eyes. She was staring intently, but said and did nothing else.
I'm used to clients talking to me and complimenting me on my body, whether they mean it or not. It was strange, therefore to be revealing it and getting nothing back. Nevertheless, I was finding the whole thing far more exciting than I would ever have imagined. I hadn't thought for one moment that I would have to work this hard at being the predator which was beginning to quite appeal to me.
I sat down on the bed again, this time to her left, so I was nearer to where Brendan was now sitting on the end of the bed. Bending, and leaning back behind Camilla I rather tentatively took hold of her bra strap but before actually undoing the clip I said quietly, "Ok Camilla?"
