Blur

I felt a hand tap my shoulder, followed by a female's voice:

"Excuse me ... hi."

Prior to my hearing those words, I was busy rubbing my handkerchief over my both lens of my glasses and even as I turned around to gaze at the female's face, all I saw momentarily was a blur -- an outline of a beautiful creature. It was made apparent to me when I returned my glasses to its proper place above my nose; I almost heard myself gasp at the woman's beauty.

"You wouldn't happen to be my date right -- Anthony?"

She even knew my name -- how convenient.

"Why yes ... yes, that so happens to be me." I offered her the stool beside me and she took it. We were in a bar on Wilson Boulevard, a watering hole where I often found myself coming to, even though I was adverse to crowded places and cigarette smoke. Most times I even lied to myself that I came here to drink, when the only alcohol I ever order is a cocktail.

She was well dressed for the evening, wearing a blouse that was cut low enough to show her cleavage, with a wool jacket, a pair of tight skirt and black boots. Her red hair was cut low into a bob. She had a long neck, slender frame with striking green eyes. She was beautiful, though I figure that was something she was well aware of. I couldn't help but notice a couple of male eyes turn to look at us as we took a sip off our drink.

"I'm Shawna," she introduced herself.

"A pleasure knowing you, Shawna," I shook her hand. At that moment I couldn't help but catch a whiff of her perfume -- light musky it was, yet totally vanilla-like. We ordered for our drinks and went on sizing each other up. "Ever been here before, Shawna?"

She cast her eyes around the bar and shook her head. "Can't say that I have. There seems to be more of men in here. I looked around for females and noticed only few."

"You that perceptive?" I inquired amusingly.

"It helps when you live in a city such as this."

"It's a gentlemen's bar, at least that's what I heard them calling it the first time I dropped by."

"Whatever qualifies one as a gentleman," she asked me. "I'm curious to know."

"Well, it depends from whichever angle you want to look at it. Some see it as one who's well-to-do, outstanding, flamboyant ...devilishly handsome too. For others, it's more or less the aura one carries with him no matter where he is, even if he's taking a piss."

She arched an eyebrow and smiled. "That's a rather off-kilter way of defining things, wouldn't you say?"

"Sorry if my words --"

"No, no, no, they're fine. Just that, you don't look like the sort who'd say something like that. You look so straight."

I shrugged and reached for my cocktail. "I am straight. But right now I don't know ... maybe it's got something to do with you."

"Fascinating. Do all the ladies find you this charming?" she asked.

"Not really. Usually they ignore me and I too choose to ignore them, I think it's fairly balanced that way."

"That's a rather unfair statement."

"I wish I could offer another but I've long ran out of bullets."

A brief quiet moment passed between us, and then: "So tell me, how many ladies do you often bring or meet down here?"

"To tell the truth, no one. You're the first."

A smile. "I'm flattered, except I don't believe you. Are you married?"

I looked at her. "Would it matter if I said yes?"

She shook her head. "Not really. I'm your escort date, remember. Here to make sure you have a happy time, but aside from that ..."

Her statement hung in the air; she didn't have to finish it though 'cause I knew what she meant. Whatever we did couldn't go beyond being personal. I very much understood that, and I remember the cold voice of the woman who had answered my call earlier today requesting for an escort service had as well been emphatic about that.

"I once was married, though it ended a couple of months ago."

"Why?" she sipped her drink. "She caught you in bed with a lover?"

"Actually it was the other way around -- I caught her. Though I'd known about it a week prior."

"How did it end -- messy?"

"Infidelity is never a clean business to go through, though I was very much glad to be through with it when the divorce came."

"Who was the guy, if you don't mind my asking?"

"No, I absolutely don't mind. He was her aerobics instructor -- a dead beat living in a trailer. Last time I heard about her, she's carrying his baby and moved in with him. My guess is in the next five years they would have spawned a litter of brats worth envying."

She dropped her glass and laughed; I joined her in it as well.

"No kids with her?"

"None. I wanted, but she kept telling me she wasn't ready." My voice turned sullen. "I guess now she's now found the right guy."

She didn't reply to this, and I was glad that she didn't talking about my ex often got me in a foul mood. It wasn't just the fact that she'd been sleeping around all that time and I only got to found out about it when it had been ongoing for over a month, but that she'd caught herself pregnant once while he'd been banging his way into her. She'd tried to pass it off as mine but from the onset I knew it wasn't. Mary and I hadn't had sex prior to almost three months, and even then it had been a real grievance just to achieve an erection with her. A blood test had been done, and voila! -- the child wasn't mine. The good thing was I'd come up on top in the divorce proceedings ... but in the end, I'd lost out on a chance of becoming a father. In the end, that's the pain that counts.

"So what else would you want us to do?" Shawna's voice broke his reverie.

"Pardon?"

"You told me to meet you at this bar, which I did. You've bought me drink, and humoured me a bit about yourself, but the clock's still ticking and either we go out and do something or it's going to be nightie-night."

"I don't know ... what else can we do?"

She gave him a queer look. "You haven't done this before, have you?"

"You mean call up an escort service? No, I haven't."

"I thought so. Where are you staying?"

"The Silver Spring, up on 3rd street. We can go there if you like."

"I think that would be nice."

I pushed my glasses up my nose, settled the bill and then we got up and left the joint.

The Silver Spring hotel stood as a cynosure of modern glass and steel in the heart of the city. I had arrived here two nights ago for a conference meeting which was scheduled to take place the following morning; feeling too lonely, and being all to myself, I'd gotten the tip about the escort service from the concierge and had promptly made the call half an hour later.

The taxi disposed us at the hotel's front doorstep and from there we made our way past its revolving doors, into the elevator and up we went to the floor where my room was situated.

Inside, she took off her jacket and went and stood by the tall glass windows with a panoramic view of the city's dynamic bright lights.

"I always love seeing the city at night, especially from views such as this," she said with her back facing him. "There's always something hypnotic and erotic about it; it gets me off every time."

I knew not what to say, but figured I should start from where I could. "Would you like something to drink?"

She turned to face me. "Are you planning on getting me drunk, Anthony?"

"No."

"Good. Now why don't you stop trying to please me and let me be the one to do that. Come here."

I approached her; my nostrils flared as I breathed in her sweet-smelling perfume as I came and stood before her. She wrapped her arms around my shoulder and kissed me; I immediately responded, wrapping my arms around her as well. Then she stopped and inquired where the bedroom was. I pointed its direction and she led me towards it.

"Go sit on the bed," she said.

I did just that, sitting like a schoolboy with both hands clasped between my legs like I a confessional. Shawna began dancing before me. Her hands cut the air in swirls around her head as her legs and hips moved her body this way and that before my eyes. She showed me her rump, shook it either way, and then slid to the floor, gyrating her body into a sensuous display. It was so very erotic, so very mesmerising, I could feel myself growing hard just from watching her. She took her clothes off slowly while still keeping up her dance, till finally except for her bra and panties she stood naked before me. She took my hand and pulled me to my feet and began to grind her hip against mine, touching on my erection; our eyes never left each other. My hands went behind her and grabbed a fistful of her ass, feeling it move either way with her dancing.

At that moment I wanted her badly; I couldn't have cared if even the building had decided on that very moment to catch fire -- I wanted to have her, and the reflection in her lovely green eyes told me the same.

Our lips clashed into a kiss. Our hands fought for supremacy over our bodies; her hands ripped my shirt open while mind applied the same to hers. We were like two warriors attacking each other in sexual combat. I swept her off her feet and whisked her to the bedroom.

I savagely dumped her on the bed; she landed with a grunt and then pulled me like a forceful magnet towards her. She was a dominant creature. She pushed me to be on my back, undid my belt buckle and reached inside for my stiff cock. Her tongue licked around the head for a second before swallowing me entirely. I lay there like a corpse, too stiff to even move while she went ahead consuming me, doing things to me with her mouth and tongue that no other women prior to her had even done to me. It was a revelation as she pushed my legs wide aside and went for my balls, sucking on them one after the other. I couldn't help but cum not too long after, and to my utter amazement, she licked me off entirely.

It took a while before I could regain my erection; Shawna seemed to have all the patience with me as she went on stroking me till I felt myself become hard once again. Then she brought herself forward and straddled me, stroked my now wet cock and first rubbed it against her pussy walls before planting it inside of her.

"Uuhhh ...yes," she moaned and without prep, began rocking her hips against my limp form. I reached my hands and grasped her breasts. She had pointy breasts and her nipples felt like the ends of a butter knife.

"Go on," she gasped, "squeeze my nipples."

I did just that. This seemed to excite her as she produced a mewling sort of cry and I noticed her hips had increased their tempo of bouncing and rocking on my cock. My hands left her breasts and travelled to her back, feeling over her round butt.

"Spank me ... go on, spank me now!"

Again I did as she commanded and gave her ass a bit of tap, but she was unsatisfied.

"Harder," she cried out. "Come on, spank me harder!"

I dug myself into the work at hand and applied more force to her butt, making her cry out and beg for more at the same time increase her bouncing. I decided not to be outdone, pulled her towards me and turned both of us over for me now to be on top. I don't think she was that happy about it, but at that moment I didn't care as I too began slamming my cock well and hard and deep into her. Her legs locked over my back, and I felt her fingers claw at my shoulders, but the pain was no bother to me then. The sound of her cries drove me half insane ... pushing me over the edge, and all that ran through my mind was to give her as much fucking as I could.

I don't recall for how long I kept pounding that pussy, nor was I even aware of when she began yelling that she was about to cum. I was an animal and couldn't care less -- I went on fucking that pussy like I was going to tear it up.

When I came eventually, it was like a shot of thunder and I slumped upon Shawna's body, all spent up.

Moments later as we lay beside each other, our hands interlocked.

"Thank you," I whispered to her.

"We aim to please," she whispered back and then drew closer and kissed me.

The following morning I woke up with a head-splitting headache and found her side of the bed was empty. There was a note lying on her pillow. I picked it up and smiled. A phone number was scribbled above the short and simple words.

"Call me later.

Shawna"

I most definitely will, I thought to myself, still smiling. But first things first, I need a shower ... followed by a couple of aspirins.