Page 7 of Souvenir

I walked up to her and pulled her against me. Oh, did she smell good that I was tempted to take her to the bedroom and give her exactly what she was paying for. In the few minutes that she’d entered the suite, she had my cock wrestling against the towel. That was either because I was too damn horny or this woman was evoking some animal in me.

“This is your first time?” I ventured. When she nodded, I took the opportunity to ask about her marital status. “Recently divorced?”

“Why the questions?” she asked. “That wasn’t a part of the deal.”

“If am going to please you so that when you walk out of here you have no regrets, then it would be better to know what I am dealing with.”

Her shoulders lifted and fell with a heavy sigh. “Widowed three years. I just found out that he cheated on me when we were married.”

Taking her shoulders, I gently spun her to face me. Tears had welled in her eyes and her lips trembled. The pain was written on her face, and I didn’t know how to handle that. All I could do was pull her into my arms and hold her close.

“Shhh,” I whispered. “Your husband was a damn fool.”

“I haven’t been with a man in three years,” she whispered. “I am wet and ready. So please do it before I lose my nerve.”

My knees became weak at her words and my belly burned with desire. I didn’t know this woman. I didn’t know her name, but if I was to keep up the charade, I had to do what she asked. It wasn’t like I never had sex with a stranger before. You can ask my friend Paolo.

Chapter 5

Savannah

I’d expected someone around my age – thirty something. This man was older, around forty by my estimation. His slight accent and deep smooth voice washed over me. The very essence of the man gave me butterflies in my stomach. I’d never been this attracted to a man so quickly.

I spent the last few days working myself up to this moment, wondering how I would feel about the stranger who would be ravaging my body. A part of my mind recoiled at the idea, but deep down, I was intrigued by the thought of it all. Now, as I trail my eyes over his toned muscles, the breadth of his wide shoulders and the thin layer of hair on his chest, my vagina twitched with such intensity that I knew I would come just thinking about it.

His freshly showered skin was soft and smooth and smelling wonderful. He was nothing like I expected from an escort. Yet he was more than I could hope for. His gentleness was somewhat unnerving that I turned into a blubbery fool.

When he insisted on talking, I became agitated. I felt my resolve slip and the sting of tears behind my eyelids. Then he was wrapping me in his arms, trying to put me at ease.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured against my ears. “I’ll kiss and make it all better.”

I had no idea that escorts were supposed ease your emotional pain as well as giving physical pleasure, but the way he was running his hands over my arms and back, I’d let him do anything he wanted.

Then he was easing me away from him. “I’ll be back in a sec. Don’t move.”

I watched as he secured the towel around his waist and walked to the bedroom. Each stride of his caused the muscles in his back to ripple. His ass was tight and round beneath the towel. The hem of the towel rimmed just below the knee and I was captivated by the curve of his calves. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would jump from my chest.

While he was gone, I took the opportunity to try and compose myself. If I was going to do this, I would need to relax. The suite was a one bedroom, with a balcony. The blinds to the balcony was drawn, blocking out the view from the city. A small Christmas tree sat in one corner, while the mantle over the electronic fireplace had Christmas decorations. The fireplace seemed so real with flickering lights and all. The only difference was that it gave off no heat.

He was back within a minute holding out a white plush robe to me. He’d changed into one himself. “Put this on,” was his gentle instruction. “Go on.”

Tossing away my dress I put the robe on. My date walked to the side table where he picked telephone. I could hear him ordering the champagne and other items.

This wasn’t going as planned and I didn’t know whether I should see it through or not. I only wanted to have sex and here I was standing in a hotel room with a man whore who was sexier that my dead husband and whose very voice made my insides quiver.

When he was done ordering, he came back, took my hand and led me to the sofa. Pulling me down to sit beside him, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me close.

“Relax,” he said. “We have all night. You have two choices. You can tell me everything and get it off your chest, or you can say nothing and just let me hold you. I promise, I won’t judge you if you decide to tell me. There is no one here but you and me.”

“Okay,” I squeaked, hesitantly resting my head on his shoulder.

I couldn’t believe I was in the arms of a stranger whose name I didn’t know. This moment felt so intimate that it would be a sin not to even ask his name. At least I needed something to remember him by.

“What should I call you?” I asked. “You can call me Souvenir.”

“How about ‘sexy cock’?” he replied

I could hear the amusement in his voice and I raised my eyes to his. He was grinning from ear to ear, causing my heart to flutter yet again. It was then I remembered what I said to him a few minutes ago. Usually I don’t use crude language, but I thought if I was going to do this, I might as well go all the way.

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