Mistaken Identity 162

I glanced toward the door just as my friend Melody strolled in. Well, Melody seldom just walks anywhere; she makes an entrance. We've been close friends since high school. Though I'm twenty-four now, working and settled, I'm still living down a reputation because of the wild behavior Mel and I got up to. I mean, we never got into trouble; it was mainly sexual adventurism. Promiscuity would not be a far-off description.

Melody could easily be a model. She is tall and slinky with blondish hair, enhanced by an expensive salon. Every male eye was instantly on her. I must say, though, that I'd drawn plenty of attention myself while I sat at the bar. I'm just 5'2" and petite, but I have a classic figure, a narrow waist, and large firm breasts that are completely natural. I don't wish to sound conceited, but we were both used to being noticed.

The bartender was accommodating and kept us well-supplied with exotic but potent cocktails. We talked and laughed together for some time between interruptions from men trying their luck. Melody's phone sounded, and she excused herself to take the call. We were ready to move to a nearby restaurant for dinner, but the bartender brought two more drinks. "Compliments of that gentleman," he told me. I looked in the direction he indicated. The man was probably fifty, not particularly handsome but obviously well-heeled. Most likely a wealthy business type.

I nodded my appreciation for the drink. I suppose he took that for encouragement because he approached my stool. "I was hoping to speak for just a moment," he began, "I realize you're probably busy this evening, but I'd like to arrange an appointment for another time."

He thought I was an escort! Before I could correct that notion, he continued, "My son's eighteenth birthday is Saturday, and I want to give him something he'll never forget. You're stunning in every respect, exactly what I had in mind."

Well, I supposed I should take that as a compliment. "If you give me your business number, I'll call tomorrow to arrange details," he continued. "Any donation you require won't be an issue."

I started to object but hesitated. His assumption didn't astonish me because this had happened to me once or twice. As I said, Melody and I have attracted male attention since our teens. I only had my regular smartphone, but I let him have that number. Please don't ask what I was thinking. I don't know.

The next day, he texted me to ask if speaking was convenient. I slipped into an empty office for privacy and took the call. He proposed meeting him and his son for dinner at an upscale DC hotel. He'd arrange a room there, too. After dinner, I'd accompany his son to the room and... entertain him. For fun, or so I told myself, I'd considered a possible fee for my services, and decided that $1000 an hour was in the range. He threw me a little when he said he'd like to book me 'dinner til breakfast.'

He suggested $5000 plus $1000 for incidental expenses. The amount momentarily staggered me. Then it occurred to me that arranging for an escort was not new to this man! I hesitated several seconds, then sent my acceptance. Yes, I know that was a daring and foolish act. But I wanted to do it - possibly out of curiosity or perhaps to flatter my ego. There wasn't a lot of logic involved.

The hotel was indeed posh. The restaurant was intimate and chic. Except with people I know well, I'm not a terribly social person. I hoped that my appearance and the promise that I offered would get me by. There was no doubt in my mind I was there to provide sex, and I was good at that. I was dressed in a long elegant dress with a slit that went nearly to the top of my thigh. My shoes were the most glamorous I could find. That afternoon, I'd been thoroughly waxed and professionally made up. Both my male companions appeared suitably impressed.

The son might have stepped out of a brochure for an exclusive prep school. He was medium-tall, slim and rangy, with a mop of curly brown hair. He was also quiet and polite, but I could see he was nervous. Strangely, perhaps, that made me more confident.

We finished dessert and a cordial. The young man and I said goodnight to the father and made our way to the room. The youngster (eighteen yesterday!) became more fidgety and talkative with every step, which was cute in a way. The room was a suite, impeccably furnished and lit softly.

I had no experience being an escort, so I played it entirely by ear. Of course, I understood men liked being listened to and flattered by a woman's undivided attention. I could certainly do that! I moved very close to him and helped him slip his jacket off. Ah... he was already getting hard. I beckoned him to sit beside me on the sofa. I rested my hand on his thigh, causing him to actually quiver.

We sat talking while I ran my hand along his leg, listening intently to his every word. When I judged the time was right, I softly kissed his lips, gently probing with my tongue. He seemed mesmerized. I kissed him more insistently, my hand sliding to touch the bulge now prominent in his trousers. "Would you like me to remove my dress now?"

"Yes, please!"

I stood and drew the zipper down the back of my dress. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I held the front of the gown to my chest for a few seconds, as a sort of tease, before letting it drop to the floor. My breasts were now fully displayed. I couldn't help smiling when his eyes widened, and he gasped out loud.

"You can touch." He sprang up to close eager hands around both breasts. "Go ahead," I said, "kiss them. I like that." I urged him back onto the sofa when he began getting too enthusiastic. I placed one of the small accent cushions on the floor at his feet, then kneeled before him. He was so swollen now that it wasn't easy to work his zipper. When it was finally freed, his penis popped out, twitching and bobbing like a separate animal. I took it in my hands, clasping it gently. I watched his face closely to monitor his reaction, something I'd learned to do early in my sexual career. I leaned forward, resting my breasts against his legs, then ran my tongue the length of his erection. I continued licking and nuzzling the hardness as he moaned quietly.

There were lipstick marks on the shaft, and I could taste it. That was something that always aroused me. I positioned myself directly over the erection and slowly took him into my mouth. He cried out as my lips closed around him. Wow! I wondered, "Doesn't the poor boy have a girlfriend?" It didn't seem likely he'd hold out for too long, so I began bobbing and sucking in earnest. Sure enough, I could feel the glans expand and go smooth - a sure sigh of imminent climax. I thought it best to contain any mess by taking it all in my mouth. Seconds later, he pumped a genuinely massive volume of semen across my tongue and down my throat.

He slouched back on the sofa, recovering himself. I rocked onto my heels and licked my lips. Finally, when he was breathing almost normally, I said, "Let's go into the bedroom." I helped him out of his clothes, then went to the bathroom to fetch a damp cloth. I carefully wiped his expended penis, then coaxed him into the bed.

I cuddled up to him and asked, "How was that?"

"OMG! That was so incredible. You're amazing."

I smiled innocently and said, "Thank you." Then I listened as he told me about school and his friends. He really was a nice young man. I wondered If he considered it odd that his father had bought me for him. It was best not to think about that. While we talked, I ran a hand softly across his chest and abdomen. It took only a few minutes to make him hard once more. I threw down the bedclothes and straddled his body, leaning so that my breasts were nearly in his face. He sucked my rigid nipples hungrily while I grasped his cock and worked myself onto it. My pussy closed and slid down with a wet suction sound. I sat up straight, his hands still kneading my breasts, and rode him that way until I began to tire.

"Let's do it this way," I said as I rolled on my side. I pulled him to face me and propped my leg over his body to make it easier for him to enter me. He pushed in without hesitation and began pounding gently but with progressive urgency. Suddenly, he stopped, and I felt the semen shooting deep inside. Utterly spent, his penis went flaccid quickly and dropped out of my vagina.

While he lay on the bed reviving, I went for a quick shower. I returned, wrapped in a plush hotel robe, to find my friend sound asleep. I could only smile at a job well done! I turned off the lights and joined him in bed. I vaguely recall letting him slide into me from behind during the night. He must have because I was very wet and leaking when I woke. I satisfied him again with some quick oral sex, before a room service breakfast, even trying as much deep throat as I could manage.

I'd brought a small overnight case with me, so I had a change of clothes. After getting dressed and applying makeup, I kissed my 'client' goodbye and headed home. On the way, I checked my bank details and confirmed that $6000 had been wire transferred. I could only smile with satisfaction!