This must be her.
I was in a local coffee shop, seated in the darkest corner of the shop, my back against the wall. I had been nervously fiddling with the cardboard sleeve on my coffee cup for almost 20 minutes, having arrived much too early.
At exactly 4:00, she walked through the door. As she entered, she slid her large sunglasses up to the top of her head, pushing back her sleek, almost black hair. Her outfit was simple. Dark skinny jeans, loose fitting lavender sweater, and simple wedges that added 3 inches to her short stature.
I couldn't help but stare, and I observed that her body was in stark contrast to my own. We're both short, but while she has an athletic frame, with lean limbs and slim hips, I have an ample hourglass figure with a bit more weight than I would prefer, and soft curves my boyfriend loves to hold.
She quickly noticed her audience, and I realized that my staring was anything subtle. She gracefully walked toward my table.
"Charlie?" she asked.
I nodded and stood to shake her hand.
"You must be Vanessa," I said shakily.
She smiled warmly, clearly not surprised or bothered by my nerves, and sat down across from me. I sat back down and took a deep breath. I could not believe what I was doing.
***
Two weeks ago, I had a few too many margaritas with my friend Abby. Abby is a talented artist who danced at a local strip club on the weekends to make ends meet. We were discussing my boyfriend Noah's upcoming birthday. It was his 40th and I had yet to come up with a gift that felt special or personal enough.
Marriage was not a priority to either of us, but we were married in all but name. We co-owned our home, and had been in a committed, monogamous relationship for almost 9 years.
Abby had always been my most open and sexually adventurous friend, so I wasn't particularly surprised when she asked if he had any sexual fantasies that I could fulfill as his birthday gift. Noah and I had never been afraid to experiment in the bedroom, so there wasn't much on our wish lists we hadn't already tried, but one fantasy that he had mentioned came to mind.
"Well, it's not exactly original, but he has always wanted to have a threesome."
Abby's eyes lit up and, with a mischievous grin, said "Just tell me when to be there, and I will happily be of service. You're sexy and you know I've always thought Noah was hot."
I burst out laughing.
"Well, you're a very good friend, but I could never do it with someone I know."
"Wait. You're actually considering it? I'm so proud of you!"
She hugged me, and I realized that, to my surprise, I was truly considering it. Maybe it was the tequila, Abby's influence, or both, but despite the fact that I had never felt much sexual desire towards women, I was thinking of inviting one into my bedroom.
Even in the dark bar lighting, I knew Abby could see me blushing.
"Maybe," I said. "But I don't even know where I would find someone."
"I might be able to help with that. Some girls at the club do escorting, too, and this girl Vanessa is super nice, gorgeous, and I would totally trust her to make you comfortable and not do anything out of bounds with Noah."
Oh my God. Not only was I considering it, but there was an actual candidate. This could really happen. I downed the rest of my margarita, and looked at Abby with wide, nervous eyes.
"Will you talk to her for me?", I asked quietly.
***
Vanessa and I shared some small talk, and I was surprised at how quickly I became comfortable with her. We talked about Abby, how long she had worked at the club, and what I did for a living. She had a warm smile, and bright, pale eyes, that put me at ease.
"So. What exactly did Abby tell you?", I asked.
"Well, I've heard her talk about her friend Charlie, so I already knew you were smart, funny, and sexy. And she told me that you were thinking of giving your man a threesome for his birthday. So I guess you're generous, too."
She winked at me, and once again, I was blushing. I felt the familiar flutter deep in me. Vanessa was seducing me right here in a coffee shop.
"Well...uh...yeah, that's pretty much it. Is this something you've...done before?"
I could tell as the words came out of my mouth that I had lost any composure and cool I may have had five minutes ago.
She nodded, ignoring my awkwardness. "Yes, it is. I don't know how much Abby told you, but for my work outside the club, I am very selective, and this is exactly the kind of thing I enjoy. Helping nice, attractive people make their fantasies come true."
Vanessa sat across from me patiently as I absorbed our situation. Finally, I shyly smiled at her.
"I think you're exactly what I'm looking for."
***
"Thank you again for dinner, babe. I'm looking forward to dessert."
Noah and I were returning home from his birthday dinner, and as he clumsily initiated sex, he pinched my ass, making me yelp. He looked so handsome in his dark blue suit, his short dark hair just starting to turn to salt and pepper.
I playfully swatted his hand away, and gave him a sexy smile. "You give me 10 minutes and meet me upstairs."
I hurried up to our bedroom as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Vanessa?" I whispered.
Vanessa emerged from the master bathroom, as we had planned. We had spent the last week emailing and texting, figuring out a fee, and hammering out details like boundaries, likes, dislikes, etc. At each step of the way, she and I were on the same page, and I had already thanked Abby several times for the excellent referral. Vanessa had come over the day before to see the house and I had lent her a key for the occasion.
She was stunning. She was wearing a satin bustier and satin thong, both in deep purple. The color looked stunning on her pale skin, and the bustier accentuated her slim frame and modest, perky breasts.
