Two years into my time as gigolo with Ron Vincent's business of providing escorts for the mature lady I had acquired quite a reputation. A good number of the clients asked for me on a regular basis.
Having said that I'd had a few occasions which had ensured I kept my feet on the ground.
Like the buxom fifty two year old madam, all blue rinse and chins who only wanted to have cunnilingus but refused to touch me in any way.
It made for a very lengthy two hours of dipping my face in wet lard.
Then there was the ancient lady with wrinkles down to her ankles, who just lay there, legs apart, looking like some putrified starfish, and ordered me to hump her without any preamble.
I near exhausted myself on her. She became the only woman I never managed to bring to orgasm.
Still there were many pleasant surprises and getting paid for it had bumped me through business college with a very good qualification.
So, with what I had learned I was all set to break away from Ron and set up my own little private enterprise. How could I know that events were about to remove me from the business altogether?
And no, I didn't get injured in any way---not physically anyway.
One day Ron Vincent asked me to call in because he had a special one for me.
When I arrived at his office I eagerly asked for details of this special. Ron just shrugged, "Beats the hell out of me. It's one of your regulars, Dawn Soreen."
"Dawn?" I said, very very puzzled.
Dawn, a forty two year old, had been my very first assignment. A beautiful, very mature lady, who feared she might be frigid. I had proved she definitely was not frigid. In fact she was one of the best lays I've ever had.
Over my two years we had met maybe five or six times, and I was pretty well attuned to her needs and desires. So I had to ask, "What's special about this?"
Ron blew out his fat cheeks, "Her words, Jack. She asked for you and said it was for a special. More than that I do not know."
"Okay, she's pretty special anyway."
Ron laughed, "Maybe I shouldn't pay you for this one, eh?"
I nudged his pot belly, " It's my charm that keeps you in business."
Of course, I hadn't told Ron of my intended defection, and the possibility that I might take some of his clients with me.
"Where and when is this to take place?" I asked.
Ron glanced at the sheet in front of him "The usual. Her apartment. 8.00pm"
"No dining first?" That was different. All our previous meetings had started in some swish restaurant before returning to her luxury apartment.
And the time seemed rather early. So maybe it was special---a birthday, maybe?
Ron treated me to his impish grin as I left, "You must let me know the details of how special this is."
I chucked him under the chin as I shook my head, "Client confidentiality, Ron. You made the rules."
And I was gone.
At eight o'clock on the dot I was tapping gently on the door of Dawn's apartment having negotiated the elaborate security system pertinent to these prime dwelling places.
When Dawn opened the door I was surprised to see her dressed in only a revealing peach kimono. Herluxuriant dark hair reached her shoulders and the glow in those wide sultry eyes made me believe that maybe there was something special about this one.
I had never met Dawn when she had not been fully clothed---at the start, anyway.
As I stepped inside I had to comment, " Eager, tonight?"
She turned and her arms slid around my neck as she stepped in close, "You know I'm always eager for you, Jack."
And her full lips meshed with mine, her tongue probing along mine with a warm sweetness, her full breasts pressing against my shirt front.
From previous experience as we kissed I guided her towards the major bedroom, where we'd spent some passionate hours. But this time she stopped me.
"No, Jack. Not tonight. This time we're in the second bedroom."
"Is this the special?"
Her eyes gleamed up into mine, "No, that comes later. You'll see."
"Very mysterious, " I said, but my words were crushed out of existence by her passionate kiss as we tottered towards the secondary bedroom, her hands already unbuckling my belt.
The secondary bedroom presented all the expensive finery of the main one. The only difference was it was a little smaller, but not much. The silken pillows and bed linen, all in peacock blue were every bit as elegant as in that other room.
Dawn was already pushing my pants down and I was a little overcome by her eagerness.
Gently I slid her kimono from her shoulders, and let my hands savour the smoothness and delicacy of her skin.
My fingers glided gently from shoulder to breast, never lingering. Shoulder, breast, belly. A continuous wave of sensuous caressing which I knew she liked.
For her part she quickly removed my shirt and was subtly fingering my semi erection as we stood close to the bed.
"Not your usual rapid call to arms, Jack. I hope you're not going to let me down. I need you to be particularly strong tonight."
"Is this the special bit?"
She placed a finger on my lips, "No more talk of that. That's for later."
And with that she gave me a gentle nudge so that we both toppled sideways onto the bed, and began our now customary pattern.
Her turn. And I ran my lips down the length of her body, back and forth, briefly lingering at nipple and labia, but never stopping for more than a second.
