Vivienna's heart pounded as she stepped into the plush lobby of the Sheraton. She looked around and was relieved that she wasn't drawing any attention to herself. Why should she, she thought to herself. After all, no one knew the reason she was there. She was just another face in the crowd. Relaxing a little, she walked over to the elevator and pressed the button. Her first 'call' was about to begin.
Jason had mentioned that he was a regular client. "Comes down for business every year, right about this time," was how Jason had put it. He had cautioned Vivienna that Peter Langford was rather old. He also said that one of Mr Langford's requirements was for a new girl each time. He apparently didn't like repeat performances.
Vivienna tightened her overcoat around her as she stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button for level 23 and breathed in deeply as the doors closed and the elevator started its ascent. In a matter of seconds, she felt the elevator slowing. The chime of a bell signified the arrival at the 23rd floor before the doors opened.
Her heels left a soft impression in the thick carpet as she noiselessly made her way to the suite at the far end of the corridor. She checked her call slip to make sure she had the correct number before pressing the doorbell. A deep voice answered from within.
"Its open. Come on in."
Vivienna turned the handle and walked in. The room was large and palatial. Large windows ran along the length of one side of the room. The view was stunning with the myriad colours of the city lights flickering below. The room itself was luxurious. Deep set plush carpeting, a sizeable sofa set and even a small study area with another couple of chairs and a large desk.
"Good evening my dear. Langford. Peter Langford." A tall, greying man proffered his hand.
She gave Peter a quick once over. He was tall but slightly slouched. He was clean shaven and his hair was black with streaks of grey at the sides and some at the top. There was a small bald patch on the top of his head. His eyes were bright with crows feet at their sides. His mouth was wrinkled at the sides too. Jason had been right. Peter Langford was old but there was something oddly attractive about him. Vivienna put his age at around 60. She also noticed the expensive designer clothes.
"Hi." Vivienna smiled, accepting his hand in hers. "I'm Vivienna."
Peter Langford was pleasantly surprised at her firm handshake. Not many women bothered with the formalities of a good handshake. This showed good upbringing and culture.
"May I take your coat?" He offered. Vivienna slipped off her overcoat and handed it to Peter. He proceeded to hang it on the coat rack, arranging it neatly as he did so. He turned to look at Vivienna.
"Very nice." Peter remarked softly. Vivienna was wearing a short, tight fitting, sleeveless black dress that showed off her figure nicely. "Would you mind turning a circle for me."
As she pirouetted, Peter gazed admiringly. The top of the back of her dress was sheer, showing of some skin, just until below her shoulders. The dress really didn't hide much, accentuating her slim hips and tight ass. Her ample bosom peeked out of the low cut front, showing deep cleavage. Her long legs were encased in smoky black stockings ending up in black stiletto heels. All in all, she made a very impressive sight.
Vivienna placed her hands behind her back. "Shall I take this off too?" she asked seductively.
"Plenty of time for that yet, my dear." Replied Peter with a smile. "Can I offer you a drink first?"
"A glass of wine would be nice." Vivienna answered, noticing the wine bottle on the table. She was somewhat taken aback that Mr Langford didn't want to get down to business straight away. At the same time though, she was flattered that he treated her with respect. Like a real lady rather than just a call girl.
"Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Peter laughed as he poured out the wine. "Let's chat. Let me get to know you. I'm too old to just fuck you all night.... Although I wish I could."
The last sentence was said softly but Vivienna still picked it up. She felt a flutter in her belly knowing that she had such an effect on this man. She sat down and took the glass of wine offered by Peter. She waited for him to raise his glass in a toast before taking a sip of her own wine. Peter was impressed at the behaviour of this girl. She was obviously well bred, knowing the proper customs of society. Not like some of the other girls he had been with – guzzling their wine before he could even clink glasses with them.
They chatted together while sipping on their drinks. Conversation flowed freely although Peter did most of the talking. He explained how he had married young, marrying his childhood sweetheart. Fate had dealt him a cruel blow and he was widowed at 40, losing his wife in a car accident. His two children were both married and living with their families in Europe.
He owned two companies with offices all over the world. Although he now left the running of them to his staff, he made it a point to visit each and every office at least once a year. That was why he was here.
"It gets kind off lonely." Peter smiled softly. "And I do really enjoy the company of women!"
Vivienna sidled up closer to Peter, "And what exactly do you like Mr Langford?" Her fingers lightly traced patterns on his arm.
"Many things my dear, many things." Peter said absently as his hand covered hers and their fingers intertwined. "Mostly I love pleasing a woman. Once you get to my age, it gets.... Well it gets difficult, if you know what I mean. But there's nothing quite like the look on the face and the moans of a satisfied woman."
"I'm not quite sure I understand."
"Well, let me be blunt." Peter laughed softly as he drew her close. "Its like this. I don't get it up that easily anymore. And when I do, I don't last as long as I used to. So, there are other ways to please a woman. My tongue, my fingers...you get the idea. What's of prime importance to me is your satisfaction. That gives me satisfaction. It comes with age my dear."
"So you're saying that you're more interested in me cumming than you are?" Vivienna murmured quietly.
"No, I'm interested in cunming too." Peter laughed. "But I'm more interested in watching you squeal and scream out as your body shakes in orgasm. Then I can squirt my seed – and I might just want to do it on your face!"
"You can do it wherever you want." Vivienna cooed as she felt a tremor of excitement course through her. Peter's fingers stroked her head softly, playing with her hair. He inhaled her sweet fragrance, a mix of soap and perfume. He glanced down at the deep furrow of her cleavage and he could feel a stirring deep in his loins.
Peter pulled Vivienna toward him and pulled her stockinged feet onto his lap. His firm hands gripped her feet and lightly squeezed them. He placed his thumbs under her soles, lightly massaging them and eliciting a response from Vivienna. He noticed her breath quicken and she pressed her body deeper into the sofa.
"Mmmm..." she cooed. "That's nice. You've got nice hands."
"Registered with the FBI." Peter laughed as his hands continued to work their magic on her feet. His fingers plied and tweaked her feet and then moved up to her ankles. Slowly, little by little, he massaged her legs softly. He would apply pressure at certain places on her legs and at other places he would just softly caress her. He heard her moan softly as his fingers touched the bare flesh of her inner thigh, just above where her stockings ended.
Peter spend some time caressing her soft skin, working his fingers ever so slowly higher and higher. Her legs opened wider, allowing him greater access and when his fingered reached the lacy gusset of her panties, he found them wet with her juices.
"Seems like someone is a little excited." Peter teased as his hands gripped the elastic band of her panties and gently pulled them down. Vivienna raised her ass and pulled her legs closer to make it easier for her panties to slide off. He raised her skirt over her waist and gasped softly as he noticed her shaved pussy. There was a small tuft of hair on her mound but everything else was cleanly shaved. The lips of her vulva were thick and protruded out, almost staring at him. He noticed beads of moisture on her vulva and Peter felt a lump grow in his throat.
Peter raised the hem of her dress higher and Vivienna raised herself slightly.
"Take off your dress." Peter urged, his hands already reaching behind Vivienna to lower the zip. Vivienna stood and let the dress slip of her shoulders and down to the floor. She stepped out of the dress, almost making a show of it. She bent forward at her waist, offering her bra encased breasts to Peter. He liked how her smooth, firm breasts spilled out of the lacy black half cups. He pulled the cups down over her breasts, his eyes gleaming as her nipples poked out erect at him.
He pulled himself toward her and placed his mouth on her left nipple as his hands snaked behind her back. In one deft motion, he unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. He inhaled the aroma of her perfumed body as he nuzzled on her breasts. His hands massaged her back while his tongue flicked against her hard nipple. His hands moved downward to cup her arse cheeks and pull her even closer to him.
He opened his mouth wider to take in more of her breast. He sucked hard, as if trying to draw milk out if it. His hands kneaded her butt cheeks and then he prised them apart. His fingers teased the rosebud of her puckered asshole as his other hand dipped lower to lightly strum her wet slit.
