Intimate Moments for Older Men

"And you are comfortable and understand what I want?" Brendan continued as we chatted on the phone. The call was out of the blue some three months or so after his last visit when we'd had full sex and discussed him returning with his wife Camilla. But I'd heard nothing from him and certainly I hadn't met his wife who, he'd told me, he fantasised about seeing with another woman. At that time he hadn't discussed me with her, well not about she and I going together, but he had told her that he'd visited me as they had a fairly open marriage. He'd said that he was going to suggest that they both come along and he'd watch and maybe join in but seeing Camilla making love to another woman was his fantasy and not the joining in which I found strange, but then that's men for you! He'd suggested that he'd call me in a couple of weeks later to set something up but that had stretched to probably three or maybe four months. I hadn't yet checked that with the records I kept about all calls and meetings on my laptop.

A lot of water had flown under the bridge since I'd last seen Brendan and I now offered a complementary service to the intimate moments for mature men. That was intimate moments for curious women that I had launched after the discussions with Brendan about his wife being curious though inexperienced. Although that had been a slow started it had built up nicely and I now had half a dozen regular clients and met two or three new ones most weeks. That was in addition to the larger numbers of regular and new male clients. So far, though, I hadn't had a couple as clients so Brendan's call telling me that Camilla had agreed to attend with him rather excited me. Somewhat unprofessionally the excitement was spread just about equally between the commerciality of maybe yet another string to my bow and the thrill of being watched as I was intimate with a woman.

*

Brendan being the eternal optimist, having the gift of the gab and a persuasive nature was totally pissed off with Camilla. After telling her that he'd made a second visit to Jayne and at her request giving her details of what they'd done and how the sex had gone he'd casually dropped in the topic of both of them visiting her. Camilla had immediately rejected the idea. Not one to be put off an idea of his easily, he persisted over the next couple of weeks causing several minor tiffs and a blazing row.

"I'm not into women," Cam had shouted at him as they were undressing for bed a few weeks after Brendan's visit to Jayne.

"Well you were with that bird when we were at that swinging party," he'd retorted.

"That was different," she'd come back with turning her back to him and removing her bra.

"Why was it?" he asked removing his jeans and looking at his wife's pert bum in the lacy, white panties and wondering whether she was up for sex tonight.

"Well where we were and what we'd done."

"What you with the other guy?"

"Yes that and you and her and all that was going on and I was a bit tiddly."

"Well you could be this time, she serves prosecco."

"No that'd be different, just leave it I'm not coming."

"What to Jayne's or tonight?"

"What do you mean, oh yes I get it you want sex do you?" Cam asked looking at Brendan and seeing that he was naked and semi-erect.

"As always so are the knickers coming off tonight."

They did come off and they did make pretty good love with both of them unbeknown to the other thinking about Cam and Jayne together as Bren watched them. Deep down the idea excited her but she was loath to admit that to him and before they went to sleep they rowed about it again with her shouting at him, "I'm not a fucking les you know." To which he'd replied with a laugh.

"Well having just cum hard like that riding my cock I know that."

In keeping with Brendan's tactics of getting his wife to change her mind he left the topic for a couple of weeks then brought it up again after they'd been out to a boozy dinner and both of them were slightly drunk. As they lay in each other's arms having both climaxed he asked, "Have you never looked at another woman and fancied her?"

"How do you mean?"

"Wanted to have sex with her?"

"No, not really."

"What's that mean have you or not?"

"Well women aren't like that we don't look at other women as sex objects like men do."

"So how do you look at women you fancy?" Brendan persisted.

"Fancy is different."

"How, more to admire maybe hold or cuddle?"

"Hmmm maybe."

"Kiss, do you imagine kissing them?"

"Not sure."

"That means you do then, like you did at the swinging party?"

"Yes I have done."

"And wouldn't you like to do that again? You would wouldn't you?"

"I don't know maybe, but then we don't go swinging any more do we?

That as good as clinched it for him and he quickly brought up how she could kiss Jayne and it would be like at the swinging thing. As usual when he really pushed an argument he won and she agreed hence the call to Jayne by Brendan and the appointment for both of them.

*

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?"

She nodded but said nothing so I quickly undid the clasp and eased the straps off her shoulders. Moving back alongside her, I quickly slid the bra off and almost without thinking, I reached out and cupped her left breast. It was beautifully smooth, but surprisingly soft though not saggy or drooping and still nice to the touch. But if the feel of her breast in my hand was surprising, her reaction was even more so, "No. No stop," she said firmly, pushing my hand away and standing up. "I can't do this." She went on looking at her husband then at me as she added. "I'm sorry Jayne, but I just can't."

I mumbled something like. "I understand Camilla, it's no problem," as I too stood up.

We both looked at Brendan whose face was like thunder.

"Camilla, you promised," he said sternly.

"I didn't, I said I would try."

Then they started arguing.

"Might it be better if I left you for a while?" I asked.

"Yes thank you Jayne," Brendan said again leering at my body as I left them in the bedroom, shut the door behind me and went downstairs to the hairdressers and a cup of tea with the owner.

When I returned, Camilla was still in the bedroom with the door closed and Brendan was back in the studio. He apologised and explained that things were not going well, but before they came that Cam had said she would try so, "Maybe she'll change her mind," he said.

"I am sorry Brendan, I did try, but having sex with another woman, if it doesn't come naturally is bit like taking a horse to water, that's easy, making it drink isn't?"

He smiled. "Yes good analogy and thanks for trying. I think you did your best and rest assured it's not you, Camilla has stressed that."

I smiled back. "Thanks that's a relief, I thought I was losing my charm."

He put his hand possessively round my shoulders and said, "Rest assured you haven't Jayne, and whatever the outcome today, I want to see you again. Come on let's go."

Camilla had clearly been crying. She had slipped into one of the bathrobes I leave in the bedroom and bathroom, had taken her shoes off and was sipping another glass of wine. She was seated in the centre of the bed her feet tucked under her legs. She looked lost, fragile and delicate and I felt sorry for her. She and Brendan chatted for a bit and Camilla said to me.

"I am sorry Jayne, I think you're terribly attractive, but I just can't feel anything for women."

"Why did you say you would then?" I asked rather going outside my area of involvement.

"Yes why did you Camilla?" Brendan joined in.

She looked at him. "You know why?" She snapped.

"Well tell us."

"Because you wanted me to."

"Yes, and you said you would."

"I know and I tried, but couldn't."

"But did you really try hard enough?" Brendan said sitting on the bed next to his wife.

I went and looked out of the window as I was getting a little bored with this.

"Do you mind if I have a shower?" I asked.

"No, sure go ahead," Brendan replied.

I actually had a nice soak and was drying myself when there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" I called out.

"Open the door," Brendan said.

I wrapped a towel around me and opened it.

"Come and join us Jayne, we've got another idea," Brendan said looking up and down my body. I looked up and down his too. His shirt was open and his trousers were off. He was wearing white boxers.

"Let me get dressed then."

Smiling, he reached past the bathroom door and grabbed my arm. "Don't bother Jay, you won't need clothes."

He led me back to the bed where to my utter amazement I saw Camilla lying on her back, naked right in the middle of it.

"What's happening then?" I asked, perhaps overstepping my terms of reference, after all he was the client and they were man and wife.

"You'll see, just lay beside Camilla."

I looked at Camilla and smiling I raised my eyebrows enquiringly. She nodded back so I went to climb onto the bed. As I did Brendan said.