"Hello, Taylor."
"Lennie? Lennie, is that you?"
Taylor was caught a bit off guard, not expecting a call, but was pleased at hearing the voice anyway.
"Yes, it's me. I've been thinking that I've been so busy with other things and people that I haven't had the chance to get together with you. It's been nearly two months since I met Cindy now and not making time for you is a dumb move on my part. How about we remedy that tonight? Can we get together for a drink and just have a chance to talk with each other, you know, get to know each other better?"
He'd been thinking a lot about Taylor the past few days, especially after Cindy had mentioned again that he needed to get to know all of "his girls". As his new life was coming into focus since he "took back and re-claimed" Samantha, he began to re-evaluate everything about his life. He had enjoyed his massive fuck session with her and the other girls, but that was well over a month ago already. And the night with Cindy and Lori was insanely fantastic. The look and touch of their naked bodies were still fresh in his mind.
While all of the girls were outstanding specimens of an adult human female, Taylor was particularly unique and special. Her full breasts fit her body perfectly, even though they were on the large side even for a tall girl. And for her age, they were still shapely and symmetrical, softly relaxed for a 48-year-old but not sagging. She was tall, nearly six feet, and proportioned superlatively, that gorgeous face riding that feminine neck and those delicate shoulders with smooth, nearly flawless bronze skin. A suntan was very good to her, indeed.
Past those beautiful boobs, he remembered her slender waist dropping down to her curvy hips and those tight, slender thighs. That was looking at her from the front. From the back, her incredible ass still had the roc hard bubble of a twenty-something. Lennie couldn't recall any woman over 40 with an ass that bubbled out as if she was a college cheerleader. Well, except for Cindy of course. And Maria, too, but she just passed 30. It was as if like their asses were sisters created from the same gene pool.
While "his girls" all had bigger to huge breasts, the smallest being DJ's or Fiona's C cups, while Taylor and Maria were both DD's, Lennie had always been an ass man. Even slender Kaylani had a curvy ass for her lean Hawaiian body. He remembered clearly when the girls gangbanged him how he could now die, knowing he had kissed and licked multiple examples of the perfect female heinie.
"I would love to, Lennie, but I'm working tonight," the sultry Australian purred back to him. "Does she always sound this sexy?" Lennie thought. "She could make me cum just reading names out of the phone book." Then he grimaced just a bit as he realized he had just dated himself again. He hadn't seen an actual phone book in nearly twenty years.
"Yeah, I know. You have two clients this evening. DJ downloaded the scheduling app on my phone so I could see when you girls were working. Eight and eleven, right? Where are you going to meet them? If it's practical, I figured we could meet around 6, and then afterward if you're not too late. I just want to get to know you better, not have sex with you. Well, of course I want to have sex with you, but, well, you know what I mean."
Taylor chuckled. Lennie was smooth, except when he wasn't. But he was so honest. Honesty was rare in her world, and she found it very desirable and sexy. He was always kind to her and the other girls. No wonder why Cindy was so crazy about him. A professional girl was used to expensive surroundings, clothing, cars, restaurants, and rich men, but honesty? That was so very rare, indeed. From honesty, people can build trust.
"Okay Lennie, I'd like that. My first date is at the Thompson, just uphill from the Pike Place Market on First and Stewart. They have that beautiful view of the entire waterfront and Elliott Bay from the Nest, their rooftop bar. He's a regular in from New York and has scheduled two hours with me. My eleven o'clock is at the Grand Sheraton on 6th Avenue. Afterward why don't you meet me at the Nest?"
"Yeah, I've been there. Good choice. See you then."
The Thompson was newer and one of the more expensive hotels in Seattle. She was right, the view was amazing. The summer sun would still be up and the early evening onshore breeze would keep the area cool and fresh on this hot day. Lennie had been to the Thompson and had enjoyed it as the service was superb, but when he was downtown, he usually spent his bar time a few blocks down at Greg's bar. He wondered if they would remember him, as he hadn't been there in months.
"Mister Roberts, glad to see you again!" the beautiful woman smiled as she led him to an empty table. As he walked by, he heard the bartender ask "Mister Roberts, your regular?" Lennie smiled, as the Buffalo Trace on the rocks landed while he was still adjusting his high-backed stool at the taller table. He picked up the glass for the first sip and looked out toward the water. "My god, this view is incredible," he thought.
When he looked away from the view and turned his glance back to the entrance, he saw an amazing middle-aged tall woman with long, flowing blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and to the top of her large breasts.
She wore an expensive muted pink dress that openly yet majestically showed off her ample cleavage and nearly-bare shoulders. The dress fell low in the back, showing off her smooth skin. She had obviously been out in the sun, as the contrast of her tan against her flowing blonde hair and that color of pink simply screamed "feminine". The dress was cut mid-thigh, showing off her curvy yet slender legs. Her white 3-inch heels and silk stockings completed this live vision of classic femininity.
She saw Lennie immediately, and a big smile appeared as she walked to him. He got up and reached around her back, hugging her with warmth and affection. They embraced into a long, satisfying kiss. "Why haven't I been doing this more often?" Lennie thought to himself. Her expensive, complex perfume mixed perfectly with the clean scent of her long hair.
"This is a good idea, Lennie. I'm so glad you thought of it. And look at that view!" she remarked in that sultry one-of-a-kind Aussie accent.
They sat down together, across from one another so they could look into each other's eyes. The crowd had nearly taken all the tables. Most of the men were openly staring at the beautiful tall blonde in the impeccable dress that displayed the outline of her incredible body.
"Anthony said he would meet me here a little before 8. When he arrives, you can pretend you're a visitor and we are just conversing. I want you to be just an anonymous guy, it makes things easier for me."
"Sure." Lennie recognized who was the experienced one here, and whatever Taylor wanted, she got.
"Let me say, Taylor, I've really dropped the ball not meeting with you earlier. Cindy was right, I do need to get to know all of my girls. Heh. My girls. I like the sound of that."
Laughing while reaching over and stroking his arm, Taylor answered, "Get used to that. That's exactly what we are, and believe me, all of us girls feel the same way about you. You can't believe how much happier Cindy is having you in her life. It's like she has reached a new place in her life, a new awareness and peace.
"Sure," Lennie said. He recognized that Taylor was the more experienced one in this situation, and he knew that Taylor usually got what she wanted.
