Diane: A Shiny Awakening Pt. 02

She just wanted to take her white-hot desire further, she'd never felt so horny and salacious. Thinking through her options, right now they were pretty thin. Lisa was still away on holiday so she couldn't even get in touch with her. Lisa was outrageous and would have given her some ideas. She would have got drunk with her and coaxed her into doing something reckless. The more she thought about Lisa, and her disregard for formality, the more she wanted to be like her. Maybe she actually wanted Lisa.

Suddenly feeling very alone Diane slumped back into the sofa. Her phone pinged, a text message from Lisa.

"Fuck, Ibiza is crazy, off my head here! Had a stranger wearing a spandex body suit shove his tongue down my throat on the dancefloor- hot and pretty nasty! And to top it all his partner just grabbed my pussy"

"Wish you were here"

Diane smiled to herself - that was so like her friend, lucky her, off her head in some steamy club. Perhaps meeting someone else or doing something crazy would be just what she needed to spice things up in her life? Maybe Lisa could suggest some exciting new experiences to hunt out.

She quickly typed out a response: "Hey you, your message made me miss you even more!"

"Bored out of my mind and want some spice in my life, but can't be bothered to go out tonight, would do if you were around...."

Lisa was most probably drunk, as her next message was outrageous, true Lisa style....

"Poor thing, get drunk, and hire an escort, hahaha....push the boat out and get a female!"

"Sorry, that was in poor taste, at least have a drink and I promise I'll take you out the minute I get back this Thursday, assume Mark is away again? Xxxxxxx"

Realising that Lisa was trying to cheer her up, Diane smiled and opened another bottle of wine. She may as well have a nice drink or two - it could make things interesting if nothing else did in the foreseeable future. Suddenly she was conscious of how lonely she felt. She continued sipping from her glass, feeling the wine lift her spirits and loosen her up. She did need to do something as otherwise she'd end up old and bitter, never having explored her more intimate thoughts and desires. The wine was chilled and exquisite, they had the money to keep a great cellar. She had another glass, feeling light headed and a bit reckless. She thought back to her exquisite masturbation session earlier and contemplated the fact that there was a whole world open to her, if she just let herself go a little, let her guard down a bit and embraced her thoughts and desires more.

She got up, looked at herself in the mirror, deciding that doing something provocative would give her a boost of confidence and cheer her up no end. She poured herself a long strong gin and tonic and took her laptop to the coffee table by the sofa.

Acting on a whim after thinking about Lisa's joke in her message, she typed local female escorts into the search engine and immediately found a number of sites for agencies, with pictures of stunning women - all pert or large silicone breasts, toned figures, long legs. It was like scrolling through page after page of catwalk or kinky models come to life. She was only having a bit of fun while having a drink after all, so no harm she thought. She had entered into a corner of the internet and a lifestyle that she only vaguely knew existed but was fascinated by, and, to be fair, was quite turned on by too.

She wondered if any of these ladies were available right now...it would cost her dearly but she didn't care - men paid for it any way they could get it - so why shouldn't she? Would be once only and nobody would know.

"Don't be stupid" she told herself. "What are you thinking?"

But, like an insect bite that once scratched one can't leave alone, she felt a persistent yearning for sexual exploration, for being with another woman, a sense of warmth and longing building up in her. In short she was feeling incredibly horny, and, the more she tried to dampen any thoughts, the more they welled up in her head, not helped by her inhibitions being lowered by the drinks she'd had.

Thoughts of kissing a woman, something completely outlandish to her just hours ago, seemed perfectly normal to her now and she relished the idea, her imagination running riot and getting steamier as she reflected on how it would feel. She'd never touched another woman's breasts before and tried to imagine the sensation of feeling hardened nipples and the weight of sumptuous boobs in her hands. Involuntarily reaching to her own ample chest, she felt her own nipples, pert and erect under her blouse, "that would be so luscious, to have someone else's in my hand, to kiss and caress" Was this the wine talking or had she deep down always secretly wanted to do this?

She browsed the photos on one of the escort agency sites, looking at each one in detail. There were blondes and brunettes with glossy hair streaming down their nude bodies or partying girls showing off pouting lips in a variety of provocative outfits...All tempting her to take that step into unknown territory for once. Suddenly she felt bold - "what harm could it do after all?" she tried to convince herself.

She spent the next hour browsing different sites, until she found an upmarket one, tucked away right down in the search engine listings, almost as if it purposely wanted to be discreet. She found one lady who caught her eye immediately, Lady Theresa.

The picture looked real, a pretty middle aged blonde wearing a tight shiny black dress and she had quite large breasts - Diane never thought that despite being busty herself, it turned her on to see larger ones, oh how she'd love to feel the weight and dimensions of such glorious breasts such as these. This particular escort was mature and experienced too - perfect for someone who hadn't been with anyone in years, except Mark, which in her mind right now didn't count. This escort specialised in latex play, Diane couldn't quite work out what it meant but was sure she would like to find out.

The agency was discreet as she had already ascertained, but would come at a cost; 300 per hour which seemed steep but, hey, things weren't going to be cheap so why not splurge? It would be a one off experience, she rationalized. She put aside the laptop and after another sip of her drink contemplated if this was something she really wanted to do? "Oh heck why not!" she thought, as it suddenly seemed like an exhilarating idea. Yeah, maybe tonight should be the night to live out a small part of her wildest dreams. She had been bored for too long now and just wanted an escape from her current lonely existence. She typed in a message to the agency, giving her details, to get back if Lady Theresa was free tonight. She didn't know what possessed her to do this, maybe it was the wine or just the need for excitement.

The escort agency was very professional and efficient; within 10 minutes she received a message back, yes Lady Theresa was free and could be at her house in around 30 minutes.

Diane, without hesitating, paid the fee with her card to confirm the booking and nervously sat down. She needed to compose herself. She made a strong coffee and thought about what she should wear, "Does one dress up for an escort?" she giggled. Feeling a heightened sexual tension in her mind, she quickly decided to wear what she'd worn earlier in the day. A certain continuity, but this time to have someone else caress her in her satin ensemble. To add to the satin lingerie, she remembered she had a stunning silk cocktail dress by a well-known London designer.

Pulling the dress out of the closet, its protective wrapper taken off, Diane ran it through her hands and rubbed against her body. "Silk is sooo seductive" she thought, undressing and laying all her garments on the bed. Slowly, taking her time to enjoy the sensation of the satin against her skin, she dressed in each piece, her ensemble complete as she zipped up the back of her dress, her profile in the mirror seductive and sultry.

A sleek, discreet black car pulled up in her drive as she made her way downstairs from the bedroom. She nervously smoothed out her dress, took a last gulp of wine for courage and waited by the front door. The driver had already driven off into the night so she was on her own with whoever had arrived, presumably Lady Theresa. It gave an edge to this adventure; if it were just another date or hook up at least there would be someone else involved to share any nerves with. No turning back now though - excitement bubbled in her stomach like butterflies trying escape from tight confines - could she do this?

Her heart raced as the doorbell rang, and she hesitated in answering. She wondered if it was too late to change her mind, but then her curiosity got the better of her. She steeled herself and opened the door, standing almost toe to toe with the woman on her doorstep.

The woman was tall, with flowing blonde straight hair that fell to her shoulders. She was dressed in a long trench coat, Diane excitedly musing what was underneath, Lady Theresa was here, she was holding a large elegant black leather handbag which Diane could imagine might contain some treats.

Her eyes were a seductive grey colour and her lips were painted a tantalising shade of red, glossy and full. She introduced herself as Theresa and smiled sweetly. Diane invited her in, and as Theresa walked past her, she could smell her sweet fragrance. Diane felt her heart race even more than before, and she took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. Theresa moved around the room, taking in the decor and the furniture. She stood near the bookshelf, scanning the titles on the spines of the books.

Diane noticed the slight tremor in her hands and the hesitation in her voice as she spoke.

"Would you like something to drink," Diane said. She was a bit in the dark about the etiquette of a meet with an escort and wondered what the next steps were. Theresa nodded, "Yes, I'd like that, a glass of wine if you have it, please."

Diane walked over to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of white wine and two glasses, noticing Theresa's gaze following her, taking in her attire. She poured the wine and handed a glass to Diane. They both sipped in silence as they looked at each other, taking in the room, the other's appearance, trying to gauge their comfort level.

Theresa cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence. "Tell me a little bit about yourself, Diane."

Diane took a deep breath, feeling nervous but also excited. "Well, I'm totally new to this, and to be honest, quite nervous."

She had never done anything like this before and wasn't sure what to expect from the evening. She hadn't been curious about women before and, prior to the last day or so, hadn't even fantasized about exploring that side of herself, but now she was acting on it.

She looked at Theresa, taking in her appearance. She was a beautiful woman, with a sleek body and stunning features. She had a natural elegance about her, and even dressed in the trench coat, she oozed confidence and charm. The way her lips curved into a seductive smile, and the way her eyes sparkled with mischief made Diane's heart race with excitement. Theresa walked towards her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Diane felt a rush of electricity go through her body, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. Theresa's touch was warm and soft, and it sent shivers down her spine.

She leaned in closer to Diane, and whispered in her ear "I can see that you're nervous, but don't worry, I'm here to help you relax and enjoy yourself. Is there anything specific you're interested in trying?" Theresa asked in a soft voice.

Diane's heart rate quickened at the thought of trying new things. "Well, I've never been with a woman before," she admitted, feeling embarrassed.

Theresa's smile widened. "That's perfectly normal. Don't worry, I can help you explore your desires and make some fantasies a reality. To be honest, I'm usually with men in this role, so having you here is a very pleasant surprise."

Theresa leaned in closer to her, and whispered softly again in her ear, "It's okay, I'm here to guide you and make sure you have an amazing experience. Whatever it is that you want to try, we will make it happen together. My only ground rule is, like many in our trade, I don't kiss on the mouth, especially not on our first meet"

Diane was a bit disappointed to hear this, as kissing, tongues deep, was something she'd been looking forward to,

"Do you have any specific fantasies that you would like to try out tonight?" Theresa asked with a gentle smile on her lips.

Diane's mind went blank as she tried to come up with something that she wouldn't instantly regret. She looked at Theresa, her eyes locked with hers, and it felt as though she was willing to take her wherever her imagination could take her.

"I don't know what to say, I've never done this before," Diane replied in a low voice, her heart racing. "Your profile mentions latex play, what is that about?" she almost whispered. Diane felt her cheeks flush, and she couldn't help but feel more than a little aroused by the thought of exploring her thing for shiny material with Theresa. She sensed a rush of courage surge through her, and uttered "Latex play sounds very erotic."

"Well, it seems you are in luck." Theresa slowly and seductively undid the belt of the trench coat, the coat half open, revealing a shiny, luscious vista of her latex-clad breasts, large and round in a black rubber top with ruffles picking out her cleavage, a corset peeking out and a tiny short frilly skirt, her shapely legs were seductively wrapped in tight latex leggings, enhancing her hips, crotch and calves, all in sleek black.

Diane's eyes almost bulged out of her head, an involuntary gasp emanating from her. She had never seen anything so erotic before in her life. Simply blown away, her eyes greedily took in Theresa's form, still hiding a little under the coat.

"Like what you see?" Theresa drawled salaciously. She slipped off the coat, dropping it to the floor. "Come closer".