Sensations Escort Services Ch. 07

Kat said in an astonished tone, "You fucked his father and his stepmother. What a family! What a boyfriend! I want to go up to Boston on one of your trips so I can join in."

Edie laughed, "Me too. That sounded like such a fun weekend - romantic and sex filled. I assume you made a good impression on his parents."

Amber laughed, "His father told me I was the best fuck he'd ever had. He is a very lovable older man with a great sense of humor." She paused and said, "But I haven't told you the best part."

"What? Go on."

"Kir, Mike's stepmother, was and still is an escort - a high priced call girl."

"OMG. Does Mike's father know?"

"He not only knows, he encourages her ... just the way Mike encourages me."

"No shit!"

Amber elaborated, "Kir said she'd be glad to talk to us anytime about her perspective on being a call girl and escort. She's tied in with eight other women and a gay guy in their service, so she's had someone to share with and get ideas from. We talked some and she seemed impressed with what we've set up, particularly how we're using the Internet and social pages."

"Are you flying back up there on Friday?"

"Yes. I get picked up here at two-thirty. I'll be on the ground outside Boston about six, and with Mike before seven on Friday evening."

The girls talked and compared notes for another hour before Kat finally announced, "Amber, I don't want to take any thunder away from what's happening in your life, but I got a call from Brad - Mike's buddy. He's bought me a ticket to New Orleans for the weekend. We're meeting up and going to have some fun."

"Kat, that's great. It's been as long since you saw him, as it was for Mike and me. Are you excited?"

"Yeah, I am. I'm nervous inside. I like Brad ... a lot, so this will be an extra-special weekend for me. So special that I don't think I'm going to raise the subject of money or pay or anything."

Amber just grinned at her roommate. She was wise enough to know the signs of a budding romance, even one that had been on the back shelf for months.

Friday, after a limousine ride and a jet ride from St. Pete airport to just outside Boston, Amber found herself getting into another stretch limousine.

Inside was another pretty woman who greeted Amber, "Hi, I'm Margo - Mike's assistant. He asked me to greet you and get you settled in his apartment."

"Hi Margo. Where's Mike - wrapped up in some deal?"

"Precisely, except the 'deal' was in Moscow. He'd hoped to get away right at five o'clock their time, but the Ruskies insisted he go to a long dinner with them to celebrate the deal. If he'd gotten away at five, he might have been here now, but as it is, he won't appear until tomorrow morning. So, sorry to say, but I'm your entertainment and dinner date for the evening."

"You should have called. Not to insult you, but I wouldn't have gotten all psyched up about seeing Mike right off the airplane."

Margo laughed, "I wanted to, but Mike told me to get you here so you were here for him when he arrived. He did extend his apologies."

As they talked the limousine whisked them into downtown Boston and to Mike's apartment. Margo gave a little travelogue about the sights and towns they passed on the way in, although none of them rated high on the scenery scale.

At Mike's building, Margo led the way in, helping with one of Amber's bags after the chauffeur got them to the lobby.

Amber noted that the doorman/concierge greeted Margo by name, and they exchanged a friendly greeting.

After they were in the elevator, Amber asked, "I take it that you are here often?"

Margo blushed, "I was for a while, but not so much these days. Our arrangement changed so Mike's in the office more."

Amber registered that information, but felt there was something more there.

After getting everything into the apartment and put in the right places, Margo said, "Can I get you a Chardonnay? I believe that's you drink of choice."

"Yes, please, and you're correct. How did you know?"

"I pulled a few facts about you from Mike so I could be a good hostess."

Amber twisted a strand of her hair in a nervous gesture. The gesture belied several other questions Amber wanted to ask. Finally, the most important of the lot broke through; "Margo, are you and Mike an item? Am I on your turf?"

Margo's head spun to look at Amber's blunt question so rapidly her neck made a snapping sound. She studied Amber through an awkward silence and then answered slowly. "I'll be honest with you. Yes, we were an item - the emphasis is on the past tense. Are you on my turf? Well, sort of. I still care a lot about Mike and I don't want to see him get hurt, plus I'm his all-purpose assistant, and my job is to make his life easy, smooth, serene, and comfortable."

Amber absorbed the words, "Thank you. I don't want to be a problem to you and certainly not Mike."

Margo took a seat opposite Amber. Beside them a floor-to-ceiling window looked out at the other Boston skyscrapers. Margo said, "I'd just joined the company when Mike started divorce proceedings and had started to work on the overseas business deals. I was fresh out of the Wharton with a newly minted MBA; by the way congratulations for pursuing that degree. I understand what you're going through."

After a sip of wine she continued. Amber was smart enough to remain mute except to nod encouragingly for Margo to continue. "Mike and I flirted, and the flirtations became something more physical. I developed some deep feelings for Mike, but, over time, it turned out that I didn't spark his interest in me the same way he did for me."

"I'm sorry," Amber said in a sincere tone.

Marge chuckled, "Unrequited love. I became an expert at it. We cut a deal. I promised to fall out of love with him, but we'd still be fuck buddies available for booty calls."

"Wasn't that hard to do?"

"The question more appropriately is 'Isn't that hard to do?' and the answer is yes. I still have a soft spot for Mike, and I know he has one for me."

"So, I'm an interloper."

Margo shook her head. "No, not really. Mike had been looking for someone that sparked him in just the right way. You came along, and 'Presto!' he's in love - you have the magic chemistry."

Amber shuddered inside, "How much do you know about me? How much did Mike tell you?" She prepared herself to be judged.

Margo said, "I know you're a high-priced call girl, and that doesn't bother me. In fact, I wish I'd been bold enough to take that route. Instead I ended up with $35,000 in student loans. Thanks to Mike, those are all paid. He's very generous."

Amber couldn't think of anything to say.

Margo filled the silence, "Look, Amber. Yes, I know about you, but so what? This is the happiest I've ever seen Mike, thus you have my vote of confidence. I'm willing to reach out and be a friend - a close friend - and I hope you're willing to accept me on that basis. If you see me as a threat, I'll willingly fade into the background and breakoff all contact with Mike other than what the office demands."

Amber stood and walked across the short space to the sofa and sat next to Margo. She put her arms around her and kissed her on the lips. "Margo, I don't want to shut you out of Mike's life. I don't want to rob you of that pleasure in your life, and believe me I know what a pleasure Mike can be."

Amber thought for a moment, "I guess it comes with the territory of being an escort, but I'm willing to share. Perhaps you know my roommate Kat and I have shared Mike and Brad. Brad and Kat are off this weekend in New Orleans on a date. Sharing comes naturally to me, especially with the man who took my virginity. I want him to be happy."

Margo looked surprised. "Mike was your first?"

"Yeah, I got all the way to my junior year in college before I finally broke the ice with him. I'd been a simple girl without much chutzpah. Kat and my other roommate Edie talked me into putting my virginity up on the auction block when we were starting the escort service. I caved in, and Mike turned out to be the man. That was about two-plus years ago."

"Well, he never told me that. Thank you for sharing." After a few seconds of silence, Margo turned her infatuating blue eyes on Amber. "Would you do me a favor, Amber? Would you kiss me again, I liked that."

Without another word, Amber leaned in, closed her eyes, and gave Margo a very tender and loving kiss - the kind that imparts a lot of subtle passion and tenderness; the kind that makes a girl's pussy drip in anticipation of much more loving.

Margo hummed in deep satisfaction partway through the kiss, and that's when each of them extended their tongues into the other's mouth. More kisses and French kisses followed without further words.

"Oh, Amber, I can see why Mike loves you. You're so passionate and adorable. You're a hot little pixie, and you make me want to do all sorts of things with you."

"Then why don't you?" If we're going to be close friends, let's be the kind of close friends that enjoy being physical with each other."

"Amber I'd like that, I think. I've never been physical with another woman, and what will Mike think?"

Amber smiled as she pecked at Margo's lips. "Allow me to show you the finer points of making love with another woman, and as for Mike, why don't we surprise him in his bed when he gets back from Russia and we can find out what he thinks. My guess is that he'll be turned on beyond anything you can imagine."

Margo said, "I trust your judgment on this. Mike does like some little kinky stuff. My sexual experience is pretty limited compared to yours."

Amber leaned over and undid two buttons on Margo's blouse revealing a flawless chest and the edge of her bra. As she did she said, "Did you and Mike ever share with someone else?"

"Never." Margo reached over and stroked Amber's mid-section, obviously encouraging her to continue her slow seduction. "I was too scared to try anything like that. I never said anything, but I think Mike just knew."

Amber said, "Well, Mike and I are going to expand your horizons this weekend, if you're willing, plus let me assure you that a threesome with you and two guys is also fabulous, and a foursome with another couple where everyone switches around is even more mind blowing."

Margo said, "I'd be scared."

Amber said, "Of what? Modesty? Performance? Ability to deliver pleasure? The first two aren't worth thinking about, and your presence is guaranteed to deliver pleasure."

Amber paused, "About Mike and his kinkiness; I know one of the reasons he likes me is because of my escort experience - as limited as it has been. I've told him repeatedly that I'll stop, but he keeps urging me to continue but tell him about my escapades, some of which are pretty boring, unoriginal, and repetitive."

After a kiss from Amber, Margo said, "Yes, but you're so experienced. I mean in my whole life I've only had sex with five men." She moved her hand up and stroked the underside of Amber's breasts with one finger.

When Margo's blouse was unbuttoned, Amber gently nudged the piece of clothing from her shoulders. Margo shed the blouse, leaving her upper body clad in a lacy but functional bra.

Margo said, "I'm not very well-endowed. I'm only a B-cup, but they're sensitive."

Amber kissed along Margo's neck and behind one ear. She whispered, "Sensitive is good." Her kisses meandered down the expanse of Margo's now available chest. With one hand, she unlatched the bra and helped Margo shed the apparel so her chest was bared. Marge hummed in anticipation.

Amber whispered, "You have beautiful breasts. They're firm, with large areolas, and cute little nipples that are so suckable. Let me show you."

On that note, Amber lowered her head to Margo's left breast and used her tongue to encircle the areola in a spiral leading inward to the erect nipple. As she sucked and bit gently on the nipple, Margo put her head back and moaned, "Oh, God, Amber. I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me ... and it feels soooooo good."

As Amber sucked on Margo's breasts, she also reached beside Margo and undid the button and zipper holding up her skirt. Seated the skirt remained in place, but that wasn't what Margo wanted. She hiked up her body, and pulled the skirt off past her hips, and then urged Amber to remove the clothing. After those few seconds, Margo sat in only a modest pair of women's briefs - not too sexy or exciting. As Margo's body came into view, Amber shed her own clothing.

"Margo," Amber whispered, "Do you want me to make love to you? I want to do that, but only if you want me to."

Margo hissed out, "Yes, but ... I'm afraid I'll be inadequate in some way. I've never been with a woman before, and ... well, I don't ..."

Amber kissed Margo. "Do you know what brings you pleasure? Where to put your own fingers on your own body?"

Margo looked at Amber with big eyes and nodded.

"Then just put your fingers in the same places on me, and I'll be doing the same to you too - that's how women make love. It's really quite simple. If you want, you can use your mouth and tongue, or even your toes."

Margo said embarrassed, "I haven't shaved ... down there."

"I love pubic hair. It holds in all the luscious flavor of your beauty."

Amber sat up and disrobed. In seconds, she was nude. In a few more seconds, she had coaxed the undies from Margo's body, watching Margo blush a scarlet color as she did.

Amber slithered onto the floor in front of Margo, gently pried Margo's legs apart, and kissed up each thigh stopping just short of the thick mop of pubic hair. When she thought Margo might have relaxed a little from the kisses, she dove into the mat of hair with her tongue extended and with an extended finger at the ready.

Margo moaned so loud she thought the doorman on the ground floor might have heard her. Amber's middle finger penetrated Margo's quim, and her mouth latched onto the rest of her cunt and clit with her tongue moving at Mach One.

"Oh, God. Amber ... that's amazing ... you're ... going ... to ... make ... me ... cum."

Margo's back arched up off of the sofa, higher and higher until only her feet on the floor and her shoulders against the back cushions supported her body. Her mid-section, her pussy, pushed into Amber's mouth. Margo's own hands held her breasts and pinched her own nipples in a hard gesture of self-inflicted passion.

Margo came with a long groan of pleasure, and pulses of pleasure in her pussy that Amber could feel around the three fingers she now had inside her new friend. Amber slowed her onslaught as the beautiful sensations washed over Margo.

Margo's eyes soon blinked open. "Amber, ... I think I love you."

The pair laughed, but Amber knew how feminine orgasms triggered the release of chemicals in the female body that did just that - stimulated romantic feelings.

Margo tentatively said, "Can I bring you pleasure? Help me to know what to do." She sat up and kissed Amber with rare passion. Margo leaned in a suckled on Amber's right breast, slowly adapting her sucking to accommodate the areola and the nipple. Her hand sought out Amber's pussy, stroked the heart of pubic hair there, and then started to slide a finger up and down the moist slit.

Amber kissed back with great fervor. She whispered, "Put a couple of fingers inside me. Finger me. Even more, or your whole hand."

Margo tried two fingers, getting them deep inside Amber. Eventually, after moving them around a lot, she said, "I don't know what you mean by my whole hand in there."

Amber said, "Let me show you."

The pair quickly reversed positions, and Amber took her right hand and gradually worked up from one to four fingers fucking Margo's cunt. She tucked her thumb into her palm and slowly pushed even harder in Margo's body, the fluids lubricating the way. Suddenly, Amber's entire hand slid into Margo's cunt.

Margo gasped, "Oh, my God. Amber ... Oh ... that feels ..." She closed her eyes to savor the sensations.

Margo started to gasp for breath, and then panted, and then took huge gulps of air as the pleasures from each move Amber made washed over her. "Oh, Amber, you're doing it to me again ... only this is much more intense."

Amber twisted and turned her hand, spreading and tucking her fingers together inside her love cavity. Amber raked her knuckles across Margo's G-spot, and then extended her fingertips to touch the area around her cervix where she knew to look for Margo's A-spot.

Margo's back arched again. Amber leaned in and bit hard on one of Margo's nipples. That was all it took. Margo's body exploded into a high array of fireworks lighting up the night sky. This time she screamed her pleasure and proclaimed her love for Amber and for what she was doing and what she represented. Amber kissed her hard, driving her tongue deep into Margo's mouth.

As the afterglow swept over Margo, she blinked open her eyes. "You are truly amazing. You're an orgasm machine, and I am at your mercy. I never want to leave your presence."

Amber whispered, "You try it on me now."

Amber lay back and allowed Margo to pleasure her. Part of the pleasure was the tentative moves of an inexperienced amateur, the exploratory steps to try to find how to work Amber over, and the cautious use of mouth and tongue on her slit and clit. Amber eventually faked a small orgasm, and pulled Margo up to her for more kisses.

Margo said, "I want to please you so. You did such wonderful things to me. I want to do them to you too." Margo sounded like an eager child.

Amber chuckled, "Maybe I'll let you try again after dinner, unless I get to you first."

Margo joined in the laugh, "Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to take you to dinner. I sort of lost track of dinner, the time, Mike's instructions, and everything else in my life." She sat up slowly, "Can I take you to a nice restaurant?"

Amber kissed Margo, "I'd be delighted to be your date, under one condition."

"What's that?"

"Neither of us wears any underwear."

Slowly Margo said, "Ooookay. Why is that?"

"I want you to feel sexy ... to feel that every eye in the place is on either your tits or your pussy. I want you to drip girl juice because you get so aroused, and I want you to emit your sexual odor so you attract men and women left and right. I want you to feel like you want to exhibit your body to everyone, because an expert has just fucked you, and you want to tell the world about your orgasms. That's why."

Margo nodded, and started to slide into her skirt again, this time leaving the functional underwear lying on the sofa.

* * * * *

Mike got back to his condo at seven-thirty on Saturday morning. He dropped his suitcase in the living room, threw his jacket aside, kicked off his shoes, and tiptoed into the bedroom expecting to see Amber asleep in his bed.

Instead, Mike saw two naked females in the bed with Margo's larger body wrapped around Amber's small form. The sheets were askew and the room smelled of sex - female sex, and lots of it.

Mike smiled as he stripped his clothing away. He wondered who had seduced whom, or whether it had been a mutual exercise in pleasure. He hadn't been with Margo in months, but here she was in all her robust and naked splendor - a beautiful butterfly. And Amber, sleeping so gently and peacefully; so loveable and so beautiful Mike's heart ached with love.

Mike spooned in behind Margo, slowly allowing his body to wrap around hers. She didn't wake up just then but accepted the other body as normal and non-threatening. She sighed and returned to her deeper sleep. Mike dozed.

"MIKE!"

Mike's eyes blinked open. Amber sat on her haunches looking at him spooned in behind Margo. Margo woke up too, and rolled into Mike's arms.

"Hello, girls. I trust you had a lovely evening."

Margo leaned up and kissed Mike almost automatically, "Yes, I had one of the best and most memorable nights in my life, and I bet you knew it would happen too."