I'm a single mother in my mid to late-thirties or early forties depending on the circumstances and who's asking! I've led a hectic life style which has often been on the edge of the sex industry and has sometimes strayed into it. 'After all' I reconciled to my friends, 'how else can a girl afford to bring up a child without a partner nowadays' and 'why give it away all the time?' But deep down I knew that having to bring up my daughter wasn't the only reason why I trod that narrow path. It was a combination of the money, the pleasure I gained from sex and, as I'd worked out a few years ago, the sheer buzz of the lifestyle.
As a fairly full-breasted, attractive nineteen-year-old I'd learned quickly how men, especially older ones, lusted for women. That realisation came about when I joined a number of others in their late teens and early twenties who as a group danced in skimpy outfits mainly at stag dos and other men only events at dance halls, clubs and pubs around the East End of London and suburban Essex.
As that was only once or occasionally twice a week work I sometimes supplemented it by dancing alone or with just another girl at lunchtimes in some of the pubs in an around the city and Canary Wharf. Quite often the lunchtime session would be extended through the afternoon by the punters having a collection to pay me or us to keep performing. That would usually be more than the original fee paid by the pub owner and would sometimes be accompanied by an invitation to have drinks with one or two of the punters.
After school I'd opted not to go to uni but instead attended a beauty college learning about make-up, massage and other aspects of pampering women. My plan was to use dancing to make some money whilst studying and later as I tried getting a job in the beauty industry. However, they were hard to come by and the pay was terrible so gradually I gave up trying and focused on my burgeoning dancing career.
As I slid into my twenties, that went in several directions.
The work with the groups became more financially rewarding as the outfits we wore became more revealing often including some topless dancing. This led to some of the girls, me included, being asked to perform like that alone for small groups which, inevitably led to some of us being coerced into dancing in the nude, although my recollection is that we didn't need that much coercing just more money!
That, in turn, led to more money-making opportunities and inevitably I took up some of those. The key ones that influenced much of my future career were going on dates with the punters and posing for photographers. It also included a short but very intense affair when I became pregnant and had a baby in my mid-twenties. He was a married man and although he promised he would support me there was little financial assistance and what there was dried up after a year or so when he vanished and I never heard from him again. Then, of course, although my mum helped with the baby, money became even more important which led to me becoming both an occasional escort and a full-time erotic dancer. These were accompanied by a couple of website owners taking a shine to me and using me to pose for their sites, particularly those in India and the Far East where there were no limits to the explicitness of the shots as there was in the UK at the time.
I also got a lucky break with one of the photographers who submitted my portfolio to an erotic underwear company who called me for an audition. They liked me, and/or my 36D boobs, and I was used to promote their products including sexy nightdresses, crotchless panties, bras with the nipples cut out, corsets and the typical accoutrements of erotic underwear.
As I slithered past my mid-thirties and my daughter Sara became a teenager, combining these different activities was getting increasing difficult. Also, due to all those pesky young, fresh things that so many guys prefer, gigs for models approaching their forties were becoming harder to get and that's when I decided to try something completely different to earn money. On several of my both escort and straight dates I'd offered to massage the guys and they had always been a success so I decided to develop that. But it wasn't just massage that I decided to offer and hopefully sell, it was more, much, much more than just that.
During my brief and infrequent interludes as an escort I had met several men, well clients and agency owners actually, who'd told me that many guys who used an escort service were after companionship at least as much as sex. As I had plied my trade in that industry I'd witnessed that at first hand and although sex was usually included in the service, talking, having dinner and relating intimately to each other played at least an equal part. Often, my services were wanted more as a confidante and good listener than as a hooker and a good fuck.
That quite intrigued me and I discussed it with a few other girls I knew in the trade and they all agreed that most, or at least many of the punters were after friendly and intimate companionship as much, if not more than, sex.
That realisation stayed with me after I 'retired' from being an escort and after chatting with a longer-term, married client who was a psychologist and worked in advertising a plan starting formulating in my mind. It took me a few months to think it all out and make the arrangements necessary for me to be able to design a website and get it on the internet with the following headline:
INTIMATE MOMENTS
for
OLDER MEN
The response surprised and pleased me.
The very morning my website went live I had a dozen calls and emails and over the next few days I received a steady trickle of six or so a day. Many, probably half, were time wasters, guys getting their rocks off by chatting about sex to a woman and asking her questions with no intention of taking things further. A few decided that what I offered wasn't for them, as I stressed on the phone that full sex was not on the menu, well not on the first meetings at least, I'd sometimes joke. And, of course, some said they'd call back and never did but about a quarter made appointments.
Of course, of that quarter only time would tell how many actually turned up. I'd anticipated that and had thought long and hard as to how the appointment could made firmer but asking for phone numbers or credit card details wasn't really practical so I realised that I just had to accept that as a factor of such a business.
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Paula was half expecting it. Mike, her husband, had been flirty all evening before they came to bed together. That in itself was fairly unusual as he usually stayed up watching sports or news programmes while his wife of nearly 30 years went up alone. It was a sign to her that he was going to want sex and as he watched her undress and then took his clothes off rather slowly and walked around the bedroom naked confirmed it in her mind. She was quite used to this sort of situation as, indeed, she was at avoiding her husband's intentions.
Mike had almost given up trying to have sex with Paula. He was embarrassed and frustrated by her constant refusals to do anything and his advances had now become half-hearted and irregular. Despite that, he still loved her and other than sexually they got on well and had a satisfying marriage. He had tried everything he could think of including discussing it with her, asking questions, suggesting counselling, alcohol and seduction and even using a little force. However, all had been increasingly to no-avail.
Nevertheless, he still wanted sex with her and was determined not to give up trying or go elsewhere and take up the potential opportunities presented to him at work and at his golf club. So, as he lay behind her in a near spooning position, he plucked up his courage to make yet another effort to fuck her.
Moving closer he let his knees rub the back of her bare legs where her nightdress had ridden up. Even that brief touch of skin on skin aroused him and he could feel the tingle beginning in his balls. Thinking that maybe a full stiffy might encourage her he crossed his fingers hoping he would get one and refrained from pressing his softy against her reasonably-sized ass that hadn't fallen or grown much larger since they'd married. Instead, he rested his hand on her arm midway between her shoulder and elbow and squeezed. Somewhat encouraged as there was no negative movement, he slid his hand further around her body and rested his fingertips on the swell of her breast inside the modesty of her nightdress. He felt her body stiffen but she said nothing so he cupped her breast. Still nothing and that encouraged him to squeeze her boob and take the nipple between his finger and thumb. It was then that she reverted to type and muttered, "What do you think you're doing?" as she shrugged his hand off her breast.
It was almost like finding a pearl in an oyster. There, as bold as brass in the middle of the website of ads, was an absolute gem. The headline that had hit Mike as he'd scrolled through some sites on the internet a few days later.
INTIMATE MOMENTS
for
OLDER MEN
He read all of the short ad then shut his laptop down as Paula joined him in their garden where they were having a pre-dinner drink. However, he couldn't resist returning to it several times during the evening and learning that hour long assignations were offered that promised to, 'provide you with the intimate pleasure you're missing at home.' Before his wife Paula went to bed he couldn't stop going over the ad in his mind and reading it again a couple of times after she'd gone. It was almost as though it had been written with him and his situation in mind. He popped the number on the ad into his phone under the contact Physio Massage, just in case.
