The birthday present was supposed to be for me, but like so many other things in life, this was not exactly how it turned out. The birthday present in question was about 25 years old, stood just 5' 4" tall in her stockinged feet and went by her professional name of Candy. She had short, spiked black hair and a rather petite body with small boobs. Now, you may think that a hooker is a strange sort of present to give your husband on his 40th birthday, but my wife, Mia and myself have never been the jealous sort. Over the years we have experimented with many sexual variations to keep our love life spiced, and the birthday present was the latest idea on this theme.
Candy was not a surprise present for me, Mia and I had discussed this latest idea for some time prior to her arrival at our home. There had certainly been no objection on my part; the idea of having sex with a younger woman appealed to me is it must do to most men of my age (or any age!). As I have said, Mia and I have had many experiments in the past, which sometimes included swinging or swapping partners - at one time we even joined a swingers "circle", but left when we realised that the others took it much more seriously than we did. I think we were just looking for a little extra fun every now and then. Since leaving the circle, though, both Mia and I definitely missed the excitement of sleeping with other partners - hence the arrival of Candy.
We had both decided that it would be better to hire a professional, rather than contacting someone that we already knew. The agency that she worked through sounded discreet and had a good reputation. They promised a reliable, efficient service and we were happy that there would be no misunderstandings or lingering personal ties.
Candy arrived promptly at the designated time. She wore an expensive looking business suit with dark stockings and black shoes - for anyone that cared to look, she seemed the archetypal executive calling on a customer. We all sat in our lounge chatting for a while and sipping cocktails. Candy seemed interested in our situation and asked many questions. She explained that she was happy to indulge in most forms of sex play but drew the line at physical pain or "water sports". This was fine with Mia and myself, as we had no interest in that sort of thing anyway. We had already paid the agency in advance, thus relieving the uncomfortable subject of money, and Candy went on to say that she would stay with us until morning, or for as long as we required her.
Once the drinks were finished, Candy stood and moved to the centre of the room. She posed with hands on hips, legs slightly apart and looked at us, as if waiting for inspection.
"What would you like me to do first, Mike?" she asked. The question threw me for a moment and I swallowed hard. In the planning of this evening, I don't think that I had given much thought to the preliminaries, I had simply concentrated my thoughts on the "main course" so to speak! My wife, however seemed better prepared.
"Well, really you are here for Mike," she stated coolly. "I think he would like to see some more of your body - I know I would!"
I was not really all that surprised by Mia's comments. I know her to be a very sexual person who is comfortable with male of female partners. We had explained to the agency that she may well want to watch the proceedings or even join in.
Candy smiled and turned towards us as she began to unbutton her double breasted jacket. She worked slowly, savouring my excitement as I watched with my wife seated beside me. The buttons finally loose, she shrugged the jacket from her shoulders and, folding it neatly, placed it carefully on a chair. The lacy camisole that was now revealed was extremely pretty and complimented her small frame perfectly. He skin was tanned and smooth and as she released the catch and the back of her skirt, she turned her back to me and requested that I help with the zipper. My fingers trembled slightly as I grasped the zip.
My throat felt dry and I swallowed hard again as my fingers pulled downwards slowly and opened the back of the garment. I could also hear Mia's breathing coming in short gasps as Candy let the skirt fall to the ground and, stepping out of it, turned to face us. It was my turn to gasp now as I looked at her perfect body. The white lace of the camisole contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin. The half cup of the upper part of the garment enclosed her small breasts nicely; the smooth slopes of the tops of her boobs displayed for our pleasure. Despite her fairly small size, Candy's legs looked long and slender encased as they were in her black stockings.
