Linda Brooks sat on the couch in her den reading Good Housekeeping. She had the stereo playing the Grand Canyon Suite. Outside, the wind was blowing the branches of a tree against the house. From the lower level of her tri-level house, the voices of her husband's poker pals occasionally interrupted her concentration.
It was Saturday night. The Saturday night poker game had been a feature of her thirty-seven year marriage to Tom. Like every wife, Linda had a short list of things she would change, if she could. She liked all the men who came to play poker. She did find some of their remarks about women offensive. Some of Tom's comments were a tad boorish.. Two in particular both vexed her as well as struck her as funny. Whenever Tom referred to a man being with a woman for sex, his statement is, "I'll bet he tore himself off a nice piece of ass." Linda had sex with six men before she married Tom, as well as sex with five men since. Her ass had not been torn or otherwise mutilated, thank you.
The other was Tom's reference to himself as three-hundred pounds of dynamite with a six-inch fuse. Linda confided to her sister that if Tom was as inaccurate in his measurement while constructing buildings that he worked on as he was in measuring his own cock, then somebody was being shorted thirty-three percent.
For the sad fact is that Tom had little to start with. Now weighting just over three-hundred pounds, the fat of his pubic area all but hid what cock there was.
Linda being over-weight herself did not help matters. It had been twenty-years since Linda had a man in her that produced mind shattering orgasms. It wasn't Tom either.
All that is history. She is a content woman. Tom is a good husband. He encourages her to have the very best. That in turn puts us slap-dab right on the doorstep of another problem. Tom does not enjoy foreign travel. She got him to go to Hawaii. She got him to go to Canada, and Mexico, plus three cruises. But Europe was not on his horizon.
Last April, she and her sister, Tracy set up a trip to Italy, with both their husband's blessing. They were to leave August tenth. Linda prepared for the trip by walking an hour a day. She lost nine pounds, so she was an even one hundred, sixty pounds. He legs had firmed up. He ass, always small and firm, really looked nice in her new slacks. Even at age sixty, she retained her attractive face. It was her stomach that she was embarrassed about. It did stick out. She tended to ignore her breasts, a trait not shared by men who got a peek of them when she wore a low cut top.
On August eight Linda's phone rang. "Linda Brooks. Hello."
"Linda, I've got very bad news. Bill's mother is dying. Bill has told her that we will come stay with her. I can't go on our trip. I have already phoned Globus travel to get my refund. Sorry. What will you do?"
"Tracy, all that I have thought about for the last few months in Italy. I'm going to go. "
"Will Tom let you go alone? After all you are a sixty year old woman. You had better come up with some way to alleviate his fears about your being alone. You could join a tour, or hire a guide."
"Tours are out. I just do not like being jounced around in a bus, or having someone else pick out where I should spend my time. What is this guide service that you mentioned?"
"I read about them in a travel book. It is a local person who makes some extra money showing persons like yourself the local area, shops, sights, and night life."
That sounds wonderful. I'll phone Globus right away. Sorry that you will miss the trip. Bye for now."
"Bye"
Linda phoned Globus. Jane Homes, the manager, agreed to set up a local guide for her. Jane, who had her coat on to go to lunch approached a new girl, Cindy Brown.
"Cindy, here is Mrs. Brooks' file. Phone our agent in Rome, Philippe Vardone. Tell him that she desires a guide for her stay. I will not be back until next Wednesday."
As soon as Jane walked out, Cindy phoned her boyfriend. It was an hour later, when she hung up.
Fingering the Brooks' file, she tried to remember Jane's instructions. She dialed Philippe. The phone was answered by his son Ronald. "Vardone Travel."
"Yes, this is Cindy in the United States. I have a woman by the name of Linda Brooks who will be arriving in Rome on September tenth. She needs a local person to accompany her during her stay."
Cindy did not know that it was common for wealthy women traveling to Europe to request a male escort to guide her, as well as provide sexual excitement. The magic words are, if that is what you desire, is to request an ESCORT. If you desire only a guide, then your request is for a GUIDE.
Ronald, being a stud, assumed she wanted the former, so he asked, "How many days will the lady require an ESCORT?"
"Ten."
"May I ask how old this lady is? Also how old an escort she desires?"
"She is sixty. Any age would be fine. I would guess that she is mostly interested in how good they are."
Ronald took that last comment to mean that this woman desired a suave, hung, stud. A close friend of his fit that bill.
"Please tell your client that a Tony Carone will meet her plane."
Due to the phone connection, plus Ronald's Italian accent, Cindy thought that he said, Tonya.
Cindy phone Linda to inform her that a Tonya Carone would be her companion for the duration of her stay. Linda told Tom that. Everybody was happy with the arrangement.
ROME, ITALY
As Linda passed through the security gate, she observed a man holding up a sign with her name on it. She approached the man. "Hi, I'm Linda Brooks."
The man looked at her face, then let his eyes observe her body. Then his gaze again returned to her face. "I am Tony Carone. Welcome to Italy. Let us go to baggage claim."
Upon hearing his first name, Tony, Linda realized that there had been a mix-up. She made no comment as they proceeded to baggage claim, nor when they walked to his Mercedes in the parking lot. This man. This Tony Carone was not rift-raft. His clothes were expensive casual. His car, she knew, would go for seventy-two thousand, American, in the states. He had eight-hundred dollars of gold necklaces around his neck. She smiled when she saw his watch. It was a Rolex.
Not a hair was out of place. He looked as though he just stepped out of a shower. Smelled that way, too. His conversation was casual, light, intended to place her at ease. "Your first visit to our country?"
"Yes, I have been wanting to come here for years."
"I'm sure that you must be tired from your trip. Let us check into the hotel. You can take a four hour nap. Then, we can have dinner."
"Fine." was all Linda said.
As they drove to the hotel, Linda's mind was racing. Under no circumstances does this man earn his living being a guide to women such as I. This must be entertainment for him. The only entertainment that I can offer him that would hold his attention would be sex. I wonder if when he agreed to join me, did he know that I'm a sixty-year old woman, who is overweight?
She looked over at Tony, who was busy driving in the heavy traffic. He has a smoldering good looks to him. I don't know if I'm misreading all this, but I'm going to go along for the ride, as long as I can.
Tony walked up to the desk clerk. "I have a reservation for two."
Linda felt herself flush. Sweat formed on her forehead. As Tony filled out the guest form, she knew that in just minutes, she would be alone in the hotel room with this man whom she had just met.
