"Dinner was wonderful and your knowledge of opera is amazing", Agnes said.
"Thank you. I hope you found me to be an enjoyable companion tonight. If you should ever want to see me again, it would be my pleasure to spend another evening with you. You are a wonderful, interesting woman, Agnes."
"Oh, we'll see Thomas. I still feel a little strange 'paying' for a date. But I have to tell you this is not at all what I expected. I mean, you are not what I expected! Wait, that didn't come out right!"
"Perhaps we can simply say that both of us are pleasantly surprised with how delightful an evening we were able to share?"
Agnes simply smiled. "Thomas you are a very charming young man. Thank you so much. I should be going now."
"Good night, Agnes. May I?". Thomas took Agnes' hand and gave it a gentle kiss before returning it to her.
Thomas waited as she stepped out of the car and walked to her front door, and his lights came on only after she stepped inside. Polite, charming, handsome, considerate. Young. Virile.
What's not to like? Nothing. What's good in life is worth waiting for. And in this case, paying for.
In the past few years since she lost her husband Agnes had come a long way. She never had a drivers license and only last month at 52 years of age took her first driving test. She had never been out of the country in her entire life until last summer when she visited South America and took and excursion to Antarctica.
By comparison, paying for a male escort seemed far riskier. And there it was, she had surprised herself yet again and these surprises were going to continue and intensify, and they were going to become decidedly more frequent. The second stanza of Agnes' life was being written before her very eyes and the clock seemed not only to have slowed but reversed. Maybe being with a younger man for a night didn't make her any younger, but it sure as hell didn't make her feel any older. In what came as a pleasant surprise to her, Agnes felt more youthful in Thomas' presence than she had in 25 years, quite the opposite of what she had anticipated. Rather than abide her presence, Thomas was either or an excellent actor or genuinely enjoyed her company and she proudly chose to believe the latter.
And of that feeling, that pride? It was certainly something she was eager to experience again.
She looked at herself in the oval living room mirror, admiring the gentle lines in her face, the slight sag in the skin around her eyes and chin. "I've earned this face", she whispered to herself. "And after three children and Charles, it's my turn to feel good."
As she slipped off her evening dress and hung it in the closet, Agnes caught a slight whiff of Thomas' cologne. Earlier in the evening he had touched her shoulder as they made their way into the theater, leaving behind its clean, masculine scent. She pulled the dress of its hanger and held it to her face, breathing it in, breathing in the experience of being pampered and having someone's undivided attention. Her tummy fluttered as she closed her eyes thinking of how exciting it was having Thomas with her all night long. She smiled as she recalled their delightful conversation, his warmth and kind nature. With her eyes closed she said quietly, but out loud, "I could get used to this."
Agnes turned down all but the nightstand lights. She lay the dress gently on the bed and slowly peeled off all her remaining clothes, feeling the cool sheets touch her body as she got under the covers. And as she drew the dress again close to her nose with her left hand to inhale the remnants of Thomas' scent, her right hand found her moist patch, her clitoris erect and flush with excitement. For the first time in a very, very long time Agnes brought herself to a crushing climax, whimpering and quivering, relaxing, sleeping.
"Good afternoon. On My Arm, Melanie speaking. How can I be of service to you today?"
"Hello Melanie. It's Agnes Parazzo. How are you?"
"Yes, Mz. Parazzo! And how was your evening with Thomas."
