He had be back the next night. As promised. He thought he was going to have to bail because his employers were supposed to be taking them out, but instead he ditched to spend time with me. When I got there the door was held ajar by the deadbolt, and he was waiting for me on the chaise lounge in the far corner of the room. I walked over to him, slowly unbuttoning my long coat as I went to reveal what I was wearing underneath.
"I hear you have a weakness for sweater vests," I say with my sexy voice, holding down laughter, as pull my jacket open to reveal a white t-shirt blouse, with a red sweater vest over top and an ass hugging pencil skirt, slit almost all the way up.
He had confirmed last minute, and I'd given myself an hour to get ready and get there. I thought it would be enough time to stop off at my apartment and pick up the outfit I had in mind. In the end, I realised it wasn't and I ended up being about 15 minutes late.
"Totally worth it!" He exclaimed after I explained the situation to him. I think we put equal value on a good joke. He had me sit on his lap for a while as we shared some wine, and talked about our day. It was dinner time and neither of us had eaten yet, but neither of us were hungry.
We went to bed and played for a while. His total focus was on me. This was the first client I've ever had whose goal was to pleasure me without selfish motives. He straddled me as I lay on my stomach, and bit and sucked and pulled on my ears, back and neck. He held my arms down with his hands, and all I could do was squirm, and moan in ecstasy.
Then he stopped cold. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Shut the fuck up." Those who aren't kinky may not understand. Those who are, may know that that just sent me over the moon. I stopped everything. I tried to stop breathing. I held as perfectly still as I could, but I could not stop quivering. Then he went back to work on me. I don't even know what exactly he did. I know my underwear hadn't even come off yet. He hadn't touched me between my legs, and he still made me come. I grabbed his arm, and made him put me in a kind of half-nelson. I couldn't look at him. How could he do this to me? What just happened? Who is this guy? Clients aren't allowed to make me feel like this. He held me close, and he held me tight for a really long time. Then the kisses. The light, light kisses up and down my back and he turned me to look at him. And that's what we did. We looked at each other. He tilted my head forward to pull my hair loose, and ran his fingers through it, as he looked at every part of me. He rolled on top of me and started moving his body up and down against mine. I could feel his erection forming. He crawled up my body and knelt there with his cock bobbing in front of my face. I grabbed a condom and rolled it on with my teeth. He grabbed at the headboard as I grabbed his skin. Squeezing and pulling at everything.
"Bite it like this," He said showing me.
I chewed on his dick like a dog on a bone. My two favorite fetishes rolled into one, biting and blow jobs. He showed me that hip bones had become an erogenous zone since the surgery, and how to rub my fingers up and down it just perfectly. I pushed him back on the bed and showed him that the inside of his elbow was an erogenous zone too. I didn't succeed in making him cum, but he said he had never come closer, he'd never felt so many endorphins come from sex before.
We ordered dinner and sat at the foot of the of the bed eating and watching tv. I looked in the mirror after I brought the food in and saw that my mascara and eyeshadow was a mess.
"Oh my god!" I yelled at him from the bathroom, "You should of told me I looked like such a mess!"
"You looked like that when you got here!" He shouted back.
I popped my head out from the bathroom, "Shut your face! I did not!"
I stayed until we both almost fell asleep, then I knew it was time to go. As I gathered up my clothes, he put a stack of cash by my purse. I knew it was there, I didn't want it though. I felt like he'd given me as much as I've given him.
"I feel weird taking your money,"
"I feel weird paying you," He said. "I don't even know how much to leave."
Judging by the pile there, there was enough for two or three hours. I'd stayed for five.
"I'm going to take enough for the agency fee, but I'm going to leave the rest."
In hind sight that was a mistake. I should have taken the money. Regardless of what happened, and whatever connection we may have felt, by not taking the money, I opened myself to be taken advantage of. It was like I tried to make a date out of it. If I wanted a date with him, he needs to take me out for dinner. With our clothes on.
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