Smut book

Part4 GXG

I have to go up to Sacremento for a couple of nights, you'll be ok won't you?" Richard informed me after we had been in LA a couple of days and we'd conducted the 'grand opening' of the new office.

"Well I get used to it at home so I guess there's not much fucking difference here is there?" I snorted feeling pissed off at him.

Had I have known he was going to leave me to my own devices I probably wouldn't have bothered coming with him. That said, staying at l'ermitage in Beverly Hills with the pool on the roof and the fabulous service was something special so I thought sod it I'll just enjoy myself.

I was on the internet surfing around seeing what to do in LA when I drifted off the straight and narrow. I had, for some time, thought that one way to relieve my frustration yet avoid the tackiness and potential disaster of an affair would be to try a male escort. I knew they would have them in LA and that's what I was looking for in a half-hearted way; I didn't think I would go through with it even if I found any. I am pretty sure that it was more out of interest than with any real intent, but as I was visiting sites one screamed out at me. It was simply called: Erotic Lesbian Massage Experience.

I could not resist entering the site and read with huge interest and mounting excitement what it was all about. Actually there wasn't that much to learn for, essentially, it offered what it said on the tin, which I assumed was being massaged to an orgasm by a woman.

The rest of the morning as I sat by the pool listening to my iPod I couldn't get the thought of that out of my mind. It seemed the perfect solution to my curiousity and maybe the ideal introduction to bisexual fun.

"You stay as long as you like" the woman said when I called and asked for details.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, I usually only have one client a day, occasionally two."

"So what happens?" I asked full of even more curiosity.

"Precisely what we say in the ad" the pleasant voice with a slight European, possibly German or Scandinavian accent said down the phone. "You will have the most wonderful series of erotic massages and experiences."

"By whom?"

"My girls and me, I'm Amelia. I'm if you want the madam."

"I have never had such an experience."

"I know, you couldn't have because you haven't been to me."

I smiled.

I was able to have an appointment the next day and agreed with Amelia that I would be there at noon.

"You can have lunch, tea, dinner, you can drink what you like and of course we have a variety of other pleasurable things you can ingest, one way or the other" she told me adding when I asked how much it was. "One thousand cash." Fortunately I had with me the debit card on my personal bank account the details of which Richard never saw, so getting the cash was not an issue.

The rest of that day, that evening and night and all the next morning I was a bag of nerves and several times I decided that I wouldn't go.

I started getting ready around ten. It felt as though I was going on a date, not that I had been on one since my affair a few years ago. I showered and washed my shoulder length, ash blonde hair. I painted my toe and finger nails with a smooth, white varnish and pampered my body with moisturising lotion. I looked at myself in the mirror thinking as I stared at my naked body that shortly another woman would, at the least be seeing exactly what I was now. Thanks to the regime of hard tennis and gym work I'd gone through after the children were born my stomach was pretty flat and my, what I have always thought are my best feature, legs were still slim and fortunately there was not one sign of cellulite. My waist was only a few inches larger than before the children and I carried hardly any excess baggage on my hips or bum. My boobs had a slight sag, but cupping each one and lifting them I felt that was fair game for a forty year old and, after all they were an ample C cup.