Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2000 23:50:29 -0400
From: AF
Subject: the escort service-every married woman's fantasty

Chapter 1

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.

Chapter 2

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."

Chapter three

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.

Chapter 4

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.