Escort Service

The night started slowly, with a warm breeze in the air. Renee sat on her front porch, wondering if she had done the right thing. Time seemed to stand still, but when she looked at her watch, it was racing by, the imminent encounter coming closer and closer. She couldn't stop it now...the person she was waiting for was already on the way.

She waited for the car to arrive, her stomach in knots. How could I have done this? Am I betraying him?

Her home, high up in the hills and standing alone among huge trees, offered no refuge from who was coming. It did, however, offer refuge from curious neighbors and travelling solicitors. She had always wanted such a home, cosy and private, to share with her family. Now, that the bloom of youth was gone and the excitement of love had faded, she had everything she thought she had ever wanted. She didn't realize that in order to get it, she had to trade rich feelings and lust, the quickening of the heart and the sudden lurch of passion, for steadiness and calm. She wondered if other people were the same...if they, too, had given up on the things they dreamed about in youth, and had settled for what was probably the norm. I'm only 30, she thought. How did this happen to me?

She didn't think she'd ever know, now. Although she longed to leave, to set out on some desperate adventure on her own, with no one to think of but herself, she knew she never would. She had resigned herself to a life of fantasy, always telling herself she was really expecting too much from life, that the movies she watched and the books she read were wrong. All of these pictures painted in her head of love and laughter and lust and sex, all melded into one, were really just fantasies that the whole world seemed to believe in. It couldn't be possible, could it? Not if she believed all the bitch sessions about husbands and lovers, and the talk shows, and the just plain reality of life.

That's why she had made the phone call to the escort service.

She heard a car coming up the hill. She took a drink of her tea, grown cold now, and waited.

The prostitute stepped out of the car. She smiled sunnily at the woman on the porch, and waved hello, then bent back into the car for her bag.

"Are you Renee?" she called, as she approached the steps.

"Yes, hi. Are you Laura?"

"Yes...wow, it's a beautiful drive up here...I never get to come out of the city very often."

At that, the conversation stopped dead. They looked at one another and laughed uncomfortably.

"Let's go inside," Renee said. "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes thanks, that'd be great. Can I look at your music? Maybe we can put some music on and sit out here and talk for a while," Laura said. Her face seemed totally relaxed, totally all right. What in the world have I gotten myself into, Renee thought.

"Look, Laura, let's just get some things straight before we get into this. Can we just relax a while? I mean, I know that obviously I invited you here for certain things, but at this point I am so nervous and freaked out that all I care about is getting through this evening without dying of fright. I don't really care now if anything happens or not...do you mind just sitting for a while?"

Laura looked her full in the face and spoke. "You don't need to feel nervous about anything. I don't mind spending some time talking to you for God's sake. It's beautiful here, I am not in the goddamned city, and so far this has been a lovely evening for me. Show me the stereo, get me my tea, and stop worrying, OK?"

Renee suddenly felt her nerves relax, the tension in her back and neck melt away, and she laughed. "All right. Thanks for that. Come on in."

They had progressed from tea to Southern Comfort and Coke, and then decided to raid the liquor cabinet and do shooters. Their talk ranged from bars they had been too, cars they had owned, movies they liked, and books they had read. Gradually the talk became more leading...movie stars that they thought were handsome or beautiful, scenes from the movies that they found interesting...Renee found herself looking deeper and deeper into the eyes of the woman across the table on her front porch, holding the contact longer as she told Laura about how she liked the scene in the Piano where Harvey Keitel was naked. Laura's hair, shiny brown with a healthy coarseness, had fallen in soft strings around her face, framing large brown eyes that glistened in the soft light as they met Renee's.

Renee was suddenly more concious of the slight chill in the air, and the warmth from the body across the table. It was as if the world was suddenly more sharp, and she could feel every ridge of her clothing against her body, and see every detail more clearly. She noticed the neat, ironed lapels of the button-down shirt that Laura was wearing, the softness of the t-shirt underneath, and the snug way the belted jeans wrapped around Laura's waist. She suddenly realized Laura was looking back at her, and she felt as if she were falling into her eyes, drowning in the deep pools of brown.

"Let's go inside," Renee said. "I suddenly feel so much braver."

"I'm glad you asked. I've been waiting for you to ask."

They pushed their chairs back, the scraping noise sounding very loud in the charged air between them. Renee opened the screen door, and Laura moved to step inside before her. Just before she passed through the door, Laura turned and put her hand lightly on Renee's hip, running it smoothly down over her buttock and with a whispered touch, up over the center seam of Renee's jeans. Her hand paused and rested in the small of Renee's back, and she turned full face toward Renee.

Renee could see it coming from far, far away...the beautiful face, coming towards hers, the whiff of dizzying perfume, the full lips approaching, and then it actually happened. With electrifying slowness, Laura fitted her lips over Renee's. Renee, in shock, felt at first a dry warmth, followed by delicious wetness as Laura parted her lips. With a sigh, Renee gave in, opened her mouth, and began to do what she had always wanted...exploring, tasting, a woman.

Laura broke the kiss and looked at her, smiled, then swayed into her and pressed the length of her body against Renee.

"So, are you feeling less nervous now?" Laura spoke with a half-smile, her hand still on Renee's back, arm around her.

"I think I don't care about small talk anymore, Laura. Let's go in. Let's go in now."

Renee went inside, following Laura and accidentally letting the screen door slam. Without preamble, she led Laura into the bedroom, sat down on the bed, and looked up.

Laura looked at her, then got to her knees in front of Renee, putting both hands on Renee's thighs, resting the length of her forearms along Renee's legs, their faces inches away. She pushed Renee backwards, and rested her head on Renee's stomach, running her hands up her ribcage and back down, feeling the dip of Renee's waist and roughness of the denim covering Renee's stomach. She flipped her hair up then, and got up to turn off the overhead light, leaving the small bedside lamp on.

Renee lay on the bed in exactly the position she had been left, her heart pounding. She could still feel the spot where Laura's breath had warmed her through her jeans, and also felt herself getting wet. Eyes closed, she waited for Laura.

With a small rustle, Laura slid onto the bed beside Renee. She stretched out full length beside her, up on one elbow with breasts pressed against Renee's side, leg over top. She slowly traced the shape of Renee's jawline with her finger, then turned Renee's face toward hers. Again they kissed, deeply, and as the kiss lengthened, Renee's breath blew in a jagged rush. With that, Laura pressed harder against her and the kiss grew frantic, heated, both women not caring anymore, losing control.

Renee broke the kiss, sat up and peeled off her shirt. She then turned to Laura and tugged her shirt out of her jeans as Laura arched her back to allow it. Renee unbuttoned the buttons, her fingers shaking, as Laura lay back and let her, looking up at her with an unreadable expression. Renee pushed up the t-shirt underneath, and allowed herself to run her hands over the smooth stomach, the small bumps of the ribs, grazed the back of her hand on the edge of a breast, then gathered courage and lightly, wonderingly, touched the fabric of the bra, feeling a hard nipple under her palm and hearing an indrawn breath from Laura. She bent her head and breathed warm breath on the nipple, her mouth close, her cheek feeling the fabric of the bra, then unhooked the bra and watched as the smooth expanses of flesh came into view.

This is real, she thought. This isn't a photo in a magazine and it's right here in front of me, and I can have it and do whatever I want. This is what I have been waiting for.

Renee bent her head and licked the nipple, feeling the bumpy texture with her tongue. Laura arched her back, and gasped. Renee nearly came, hearing that gasp. Her pussy felt swollen, aching, wet...throbbing, almost there already, but Renee didn't want that, didn't want to come like that, wanted to draw it out and feel the torture, fuck and suck and cry out and scream and feel Laura's fingers inside her, wanted to be spread open and have her legs spread wide and have Laura eat her and see Laura's face as she sucked her, wanted everything. She grasped for control, found it, and stood up.

She stood Laura up, and began undressing her. She did not hurry, but did not take it slow either...just a businesslike unwrapping so that the real thing could begin. Laura stood before her, naked, the glow from the lamp reflecting the softness of her skin, so golden, the sheen of her hair, the glitter in her eyes. Renee shed her own clothing in a haze of nearly drugged awareness, the perfect "zipless fuck" that she had read about, and stood completely naked in front of Laura.

"I want everything, Laura, I want us to do everything," she said, surprised at her own shaky voice.

"I want it too. I want it too. Come here." Laura grasped her hands and they settled onto the bed.

Suddenly, Renee was unsure. Can I do this right? Will she think I'm a fool? What if I don't like it, what if all the fantasies I have ever had are ruined here, this moment?

Her thoughts were swept away as she felt, for the first time, the press of another woman's naked body on hers. The warmth, the softness, the touch of wetness on her leg, were all too real.

Laura kissed her again...and then pulled back, straddled her waist, and put both hands on either side of Renee's head. Renee felt the touch of breasts on her face, the touch of long, soft hair on her naked shoulders, and wetness, wetness at her waist, hot wetness against her, and she shut her eyes and nearly melted.

Laura began kissing her neck, lightly, teasing, tickling, making wet trails and breathing on the trails to make sudden coldness. Her mouth dragged down, between Renee's breasts, icy shivery hot tongue, then found a nipple, teasing and quick little licks, then suddenly hot suction and oh God, it's so good, no rational thought anymore, just sensation all melded together into one hot fucking want, need, oh fuck...Renee felt Laura's tongue leave her breast, and Laura shifted down and down, dragging her cunt along Renee's leg, leaving another kind of wet trail.

Renee could smell them now. She had a feeling that her senses were in overload, like she would blow up if one more thing happened to her body and mind. She was dangerously out of control, more drunk from sheer horniness than from the alcohol, selfishly arching her pelvis toward Laura's mouth. Laura was so agonizingly slow, so fucking unbelievably slow, how could she be going so slow, then suddenly Laura pushed Renee's hips to the mattress, stopping all the frenzied motion and withdrawing her kisses. Renee opened her eyes, and saw that Laura was gazing at her pussy, saw and felt Laura part her legs slightly. Laura then knelt down, bending her head to Renee's pussy, and Renee felt hot breath. Then...a wet tongue, ever so wet, touched her clit, just the point of the tongue. It withdrew, almost painfully, then suddenly there was wide, flat pressure from near her asshole as Laura flattened her tongue and firmly licked slowly all the way from her asshole to the top of her lips.

Renee was so wet, she felt as if the tongue were splitting her in two, as it hit her clit she nearly came. Two more, three more times the tongue pressed up and down her slit, opening her wider and wider and wider. Now, it's gone...oh, it's gone, oh god, come back please oh God but now there's something inside me, gentle pressure entering me, spreading me open, moving in and out with such ease, I am so wet, it's her fingers going in and out of me, now her mouth on my clit, sucking, sucking, strong sucking, Renee looks down and it's so fucking beautiful. She can see Laura's hand moving back and forth, Laura's face buried and her mouth sucking and sucking...now there's so much inside her she can barely stand it, and the mouth on her pussy and the soft hair on her thighs, Renee spreads her legs wide open and Laura suddenly STOPS.

Renee is panting, shaking, all of Laura's fingers are inside her, she feels so exposed, so wide open, Laura is looking at her, then Laura begins jamming her hand in and out, Renee can hear the wetness, the noises, and Laura is asking her if she wants to come, shall I let you come baby, I want to see you fucking coming right in my face, and Renee is screaming yes, please make me come, please make me come. Laura bends her head down, and quite roughly starts to suck Renee's clit. Renee feels it building and loses all sight, hearing, and comes, shaking and pulsing and vibrating almost in pain, it's so strong. She has to stop moving, has to stop, she's pulsating so hard, she rolls on her side, mouth open, crying out...it lasts for about a minute, and slowly the waves get less and less, her body relaxes and she collapses, limp, breathing hard.

Renee looks at Laura and realizes that Laura is still taut, still untouched, still breathing hard and her eyes almost glazed over with desire. Renee reaches for her, hugs her, thankful for what she has just experienced, then rolls her over on her back and gets up.

Out of the nightstand appears a large dildo, thick, not too long. Laura is lying on her back, tense and trembling, eyes closed after she sees the dildo. Renee moves between her legs, kneeling at the edge of the bed. She pulls Laura so that her ass is right at the edge of the bed, legs hanging over, slightly spread. Renee takes her first look at pussy, wet, shining, glistening. She reaches out, and tentatively runs one finger from the top of the slit down, splitting open the wetness, marvelling at the smooth, silky feel of it. She reaches with her face, tasting, her tongue running up from the hole to the clit, the smooth flesh so wet, so wet. She draws back, and with a lecherous feeling, inserts the tip of the dildo just at the entrance to Laura's pussy, then slowly pushes, watching the lips hugging the sides of the dildo, watching it slide in just as she has fantasized so many times before. She pushed it all the way in, hearing Laura's gasps, then slowly takes it out. She pushes Laura's legs up, up, up, until all she can see is pussy, then slides the dildo in and out, in and out, loving the way the lips seem to slide along the dildo.

Laura is panting, gasping, thrusting her hips at the dildo, begging for more. Renee pulls the dildo out, grabs Laura, and turns her over on her stomach so that her legs hang down over the edge. She runs the dildo up and down the sopping wet slit, up over Laura's asshole, over and over, then presses the dildo against her own clit and drives in like a man would, doggy style, and suddenly she feels that she's really fucking a woman, she sees Laura's back arching and her ass coming back, she drives it in HARD, suddenly, it hurts it's so fast and hard, Laura screams and Renee is slamming it in and out, in and out, she pulls Laura backwards, off the bed, drops down underneath her with the dildo still inside, lies on her back and takes Laura's clit in her mouth, slamming the dildo in and out, sucking and sucking, Laura's stomach on her forehead, wetness on her face, and suddenly Laura is coming, she can feel it on her tongue, she can feel Laura tensing, and Renee sticks the dildo all the way in, as far as it can go, holds it there, sucking and sucking, Laura is screaming oh stop, oh stop, oh god oh god.

Laura collapses on the floor, legs askew, dildo sticking out of her. They lie like that for minutes, raggedly breathing, slowly relaxing, shuddering with release. Renee is the first to begin disentangling herself, and curls herself around Laura like a spoon.

Soon they get up, and get under the covers on the bed. They lie, again, like two spoons with Renee behind, and Renee slips two fingers inside Laura, again marvelling at the feeling of another woman, the slick wetness of her. Laura contracts her muscles and Renee laughs at the feeling.

They fall asleep in each other's arms.