The Yellow Pages Girl Pt. 04

The Yellow Pages Girl -- Chapter 4

* Please bear in mind, this is a work of fiction, which is played out in another universe, where STIs and other infections don't exist. So please overlook the absence of condoms and other healthy sex practices. *

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As Gemma and I snuggled up in bed, my pussy was still tingling after all the fun we had had with sexy little Hanna.

"You know," I murmured, as I gently stroked her back, "I wish we were staying here another night. There are lots of things I'd still like to try with her... it was like we had the starter and the main, but no dessert!"

"I know what you mean," Gemma sleepily replied. "But I guess you'll just have to make do with little old me... until we can plan a return visit, eh?"

"That's just fine by me," I whispered, giving her a long kiss on her lips; when her lips parted, I danced my tongue into her mouth, eliciting a gentle sigh.

"I'm still wet," I whispered to her, taking her fingers and guiding them between my legs and into my moisture-laden slit.

Gemma's fingers traced a line down between my puffy lips and dipped into my hole, where I could feel my wetness pooling.

"Ooh, someone's still very turned on," Gemma whispered.

"Oh my god, I know. The whole evening's been such a turn-on... so erotic," I murmured.

"Which bit did you like best?" Gemma asked, as she slid a couple of fingers inside me, brushing my g-spot.

"Oh, all of it... discovering she wanted us, as much as we did her... finding out she wasn't wearing any knickers. And I loved licking her dainty little puss... she tasted lovely!

"And I loved watching you licking her. I so enjoyed seeing how you pleased her, the way you do me.

"But probably the most erotic thing of all, was when she put her whole hand inside you. I couldn't believe what I was seeing... she had her arm in almost to her elbow at one point!"

"Mmm, that was amazing," Gemma agreed. "I felt so utterly filled... I don't think any cock could compete with that!"

Gemma's fingers were getting busier between my legs, her fingers thrusting in deeper.

"How many fingers do you think you could get in me, Gem? I'd love to feel the whole of your hand inside me... and I'd love to do the same thing to you..."

She was working me up into a proper state, and it wasn't just the physical sensations. I reached out and squeezed one of her bountiful breasts and rolled the nipple.

"Only one way to find out, I suppose," she said, rolling onto her side to face me. I raised my knees and spread my legs to open my pelvis wide.

A third finger went in easily. Gemma worked them in and for a while, twisting and turning all the while. Then she added her little finger... I loved the way she was opening me up as she pushed them all the way in, making me wetter all the while.

I took her other hand and studied it. "You know Gem, your hand isn't much wider across your knuckles. Try pushing it in without the thumb! I'll tell you to stop if it hurts..."

Gemma needed no more encouragement and started applying a steady pressure. There was no discomfort, but the ring of muscle round my hole was unyielding.

She eased her fingers out of me and hopped out of bed. She returned a moment later with our bottle of water-based lube. She spread a whole lot onto her hand, then applied another lot all over, and inside my puss. I jumped a bit at first, because it felt cold, but then just wonderfully slippery, as she slid her four fingers back in again.

"Oh, god that's good," I moaned, as she pushed them in and out more forcefully. Then she gave one harder push, and suddenly, there was a sharp stab as my cunt hole gave way and her hand went inside!

"Oh fuck, just leave it there a minute," I pleaded, holding onto her wrist. "Don't move!" I needed my stretched pussy to get used to the intrusion. After a few moments, I was able to relax and Gemma started to gently move her fingers around a little; her thumb rubbing delightfully on my clit.

"Oh yeah, just keep doing that for a while. That's beginning to feel really good," I assured her.

"Not hurting you?" she asked, concerned.

"No, it's lovely... just keep doing that, then when you think I'm ready, go for it." I shifted my hips a bit, to help with the angle, which made her invasion more comfortable. Soon, her hand was sliding in and out, right up to where her thumb joined. She picked up the pace and was soon giving my cunt a proper pounding, reaming all four fingers deep inside me.

Then she stopped and almost withdrew them, pausing only to squirt more lube onto her hand. Then she tucked her thumb in beside her fingers and pushed her hand into me. As she pressed, I could feel my opening as tight as a bowstring, unrelenting. Gemma kept the pressure on... I exhaled slowly, and suddenly, the widest part of her hand shot past it -- and her whole hand was inside me!

"Oh, my fucking hell, Gem!" I looked down between my legs... all I could see was Gemma's wrist and forearm sticking out of my cunt. We'd done it! I felt so unbelievably stuffed full. It was almost like having a baby in reverse.

Once her hand had gone past the opening, it was just her wrist there, feeling like a massive, thick cock. But cocks don't have fingertips -- and Gemma was using hers to explore my insides, stroking my cervix and vaginal walls. So many new sensations!

Once I'd got a bit more used to the massive intrusion, Gemma started to gently rock her hand back and forth, until it was almost coming out, then back in again. As she pulled out each time, there was an exquisite twinge of pain as her hand threatened to stretch my cunt hole again, then it was back into my depths. My fingers went to my clit. I needed to come so badly...

Gemma pumped her hand in and out quicker and quicker now. My rubbing was frenzied as I got close; my hips were humping against her hand. Then suddenly, I peaked, jolts of electricity sparking between my clit, my cunt, my nipples and radiated out all over my body. My legs were shaking, and my toes curled as an almost-painful orgasm tore through me.

For what seemed like minutes, I was hardly able to breathe, let alone speak. Finally, when my pulse rate and breathing returned to somewhere near normal, I opened my eyes and smiled weakly at Gem.

"Oh, Gemma. That was just about mind-blowing!" She smiled back. Of course, she knew what it felt like.

I took hold of her wrist and pushed it away a little, to urge her to pull out. I was a little scared that my puss would contract around it, and it would be stuck there forever. But surprisingly, her hand popped out far more easily than it went in. I suddenly felt very empty inside.

"I think my pussy needs kissing better now," I murmured, with a slight grin. Gemma smiled and lowered her head between my legs. The soft lapping of her tongue was like a soothing balm. I had no desire or need to come again, so just enjoyed her sensual ministrations, while I stroked her hair to show my appreciation.

After a while, she snuggled up beside me and switched off the light. We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

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The next morning, Thursday, it was back into our normal routine of up early, breakfast and pack, ready for another trip out on the road, with a series of customer visits. The morning went well, with a couple of good orders secured, then we found ourselves with a couple of hours to spare around lunchtime.

The weather was pleasantly warm, so we parked in a lovely old market town and had a wander round, taking a light lunch in a deli restaurant. Afterwards, we strolled along the high street, gazing into the shop windows, admiring the clothes and other things displayed. Passing a butcher's and seeing all the delicious-looking meat on display, I suddenly felt a bit homesick.

"You know something, Gem? This might sound silly, but I'm beginning to miss having a home. You know... cooking my own food, doing washing and all that. It's great having a lovely meal put in front of us every night, but I miss the whole thing about buying food, preparing it and clearing up afterwards. D'you know what I mean?"

She put an arm round me and gave me a hug as we walked. "Yeah, I get what you mean. But seriously, if you keep scoring business the way you are, you'll soon be able to afford a place of your own again!"

Her comment made me feel better. Then after thinking for a few moments, she added, "I've an idea. We've both got holiday owing... how about we rent a cottage somewhere for a week? We could do all that stuff, and have some quality time together... What do you think?"

I instantly brightened up at that thought. "Wow, great idea, Gem. Somewhere secluded! Maybe one with a hot tub? That would be real fun, wouldn't it?" I grinned at her. The prospect of having Gemma to myself for a whole week, with no work, sounded very appealing indeed.

"OK, let's do it. We'll find out what's available and I'll get the time off booked."

On our way back to the car, I felt a familiar tingle in my pussy, as I daydreamed about the idea of the two us, naked in a bubbling jacuzzi...

After our afternoon meetings, we headed for our accommodation for the night -- which happened to be a lovely old coaching inn, with lots of beams and a welcoming log fire in the bar. After we checked in, we made our way to our room, which was an absolute delight, complete with antique furniture and even a four-poster bed.

"Shame I haven't got any rope in my suitcase," joked Gemma, nodding toward the bed. "I could have had some fun, tying you up!"

I must have looked slightly askance, as Gemma felt the need to explain... "It can be very erotic, you know... a feeling of helplessness, being at the whim of another person... especially blindfolded. Obviously, you need to be able to really trust them, but it can really heighten sensations. We should try it sometime," she added, with a wink.

Exploring the bathroom, we found it as old-fashioned as the room, with a massive cast iron bath, easily big enough for two people. There was a lovely selection of boutique toiletries: bath foam, shampoo, moisturiser and so on. I put the plug in and cranked the hot tap open, figuring that it would take some time to fill the monster bath.

"Good grief!" exclaimed Gemma. "I reckon we'd have time to go and get a drink in the bar while that's filling!"

I poured the whole bottle of bubble bath into the cascading water, then suggested, "You keep an eye on this, and I'll go and get us a drink. White wine?"

"Yay, that would be lovely," said Gemma, her eyes sparkling. "Then we can have a luxurious soak together before dinner," she added, kissing me on the lips.

I walked back down the creaking staircase to the bar, which was attended by an attractive thirty-something woman with dirty blonde hair. Her wedding ring told me she was unlikely to be another Hanna, but it did strike me that I was on the verge of becoming something of a predator... on the lookout for new challenges all the while. It also struck me as curious that my focus seemed to be mainly on women. Gemma had certainly had an incredible effect on me. She had changed my life and sexual outlook forever. So much had changed in so little time!

By the time I got back to the room, Gemma had stripped off, had her hair tied back and was about to step into the steaming bath, which by now had a small mountain of foam obscuring the water. Although I had seen her naked numerous times, I had never become complacent about her body. Her breasts were nothing short of magnificent; she could easily have auditioned for Page 3. I handed her a glass of wine and giggled. "I think I may have overdone it slightly with the bubble bath!"

Gemma laughed and said, "Come on, get undressed and get in here with me," as she stepped into the bath; she and her sublime tits almost disappeared under the blanket of foam. Moments later, I was naked too, sliding through the cool layer of foam, into the deliciously warm, silky water, my body in sensual contact with Gemma's. I moved behind her, so she was sitting back against me, in between my legs. I was perfectly positioned to cup her gorgeous breasts and massage her nipples as we relaxed. She lay her head back on my chest and stroked my legs, sighing in contentment.

"This is one of those moments I really want to never end," she murmured, reaching for her wine. I had to agree; life was really looking up from the sexless, lonely situation I was in previously. It felt good.

But before long, the cast iron had sucked the heat away and the water was starting to cool, so we clambered out, helped each other to dry, then pulled on some casual clothes, before going down to dinner.

For a country inn, they had a great menu, with a focus on seafood. I chose the scallops; Gemma had the Sea Bass -- both were very good and made a pleasant change from the usual steak offerings.

"I had a text," announced Gemma.

"And?" I asked.

"From... 'the site'," she said, quietly, after checking no-one could overhear. "Someone has made a booking request, so I need to log in to find out what they want."

I felt my heart sink slightly. My cosy bubble was suddenly burst, like the warm bath water suddenly turning cold. Even though I now knew all about Gemma's extra-curricular activities, I still felt like I was about to be side-lined while she went off and screwed somebody else. For money. We spent a few minutes in awkward silence, finally broken by Gemma.

"Come on, Char... all those pictures... you didn't just take them for fun! They are there to attract people. You know the score. Please don't have a downer on me!"

I think it was at that moment that I realised I really did have feelings for the wonderful, vibrant, attractive woman sitting opposite me. Somehow, we needed to work round this, if I was to avoid a proper jealous fit.

"Sorry Gem. I can't help feeling a bit jealous if you go off and screw some guy. Sharing Hanna was something we did together... we both chose to do that, to seduce her. I'm just struggling with this a little bit. I do really, feel such a connection with you," I said, placing my hand on top of hers and looking deep into her velvety eyes. Was this... love... I was feeling?

Gemma gently placed her other hand on top of mine. "Why don't we just find out what this is about? It might be nothing of interest. There are lots of reasons why it might not happen, so let's not jump the gun, eh?"

I could hardly agree, but I nodded silently and we left our table, then made our way back up the stairs to our room. Once we were there, Gemma plugged the laptop in and went through the now familiar routine of logging in to the escort site.

She studied the message for a few moments, then turned to me.

"It's not a guy... Well, it is a guy, but there's a woman as well. A married couple. And they are asking if I can suggest a female friend to play as well. They want a booking for tomorrow night!"

The revelations hit me like a rush of mini hammer blows. Not just Gemma, maybe me as well! Not just a guy, or two guys, but a man and a woman! Cock and pussy on offer! I suddenly had a fanny flutter as I thought about having a stiff dick inside me again and my mindset altered to one of curious excitement. Three pussies and one cock in the room could make for lots of possibilities...

"Any more information? Any idea how old they are?" I asked, trying not to sound overly interested.

"Not yet, but I can ask," she said. "Would you, maybe, be up for it? It could be fun and might do your bank balance a bit of good," she added.

"Find out what you can," I suggested. Gemma started typing hurriedly, then posted the message.

"Now we wait," she said. "Would you mind getting us another drink while we wait to see what they say? G and T for me please. A large one."

I nodded and went off back down to the bar, my mind spinning. Was I seriously going to embark on a new career... having sex with strangers for money? Basically, become a... prostitute? But at the same time, I admitted to myself, I was intrigued. What was the harm in it? After all, I liked sex. A lot. And besides, the money would come in handy...

My brain was still mulling over all these thoughts as I made my way back to the room, an ice-cold gin in each hand. As soon as I entered the room, Gemma spun round and excitedly told me the news.

"They've come back to me! This couple -- he's 40, she's 37. Sound quite well to do, celebrating their anniversary tomorrow and want to live out a fantasy. He's straight, she's bi-curious. They want one woman but would be much happier with two -- and they want to book for two hours at double my normal rate for the two of us! We would have to go to their hotel, so we charge extra for the travelling... which is quite funny, as it's a company car with a fuel card!" She burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join in, as I handed her the drink.

My resolve crumbled. "Oh, fuck it, let's do it! It'll be an adventure! Just confirm it with them before I change my mind," I blurted. Gemma returned to the keyboard and tapped away, while I took a long pull at my drink.

"They want extras, too," she announced.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, photos for starters. 'A' levels, bareback, rimming. The whole works. Oh, and we should bring our toys."

"Whoa, hang on. I'm not sure about having our photos taken. They could end up being seen by people at work! And what the hell do they want to know about our education for?"

Gemma stared at me, looking slightly dumbfounded, then burst out laughing. "Oh Char, you can be so delightfully naïve. 'A' levels just means anal sex. I'll take care of that... I quite enjoy getting fucked up the arse sometimes. But it'll cost him extra.

"And as far as the photos go, I'll insist we use our digital camera. That way, we can just copy the ones we're happy with, with no faces showing, onto another memory card for them. And we get to keep the whole set!

"Their real fantasy is to have the wife making out with another woman. Most of the time, he'll probably want to just watch, then stick his dick into any convenient hole to finish off. I've seen that before."

"All sounds good," I replied. "I'm beginning to quite look forward to this now!"

Gemma pondered for a moment, then turned back to the laptop. "Given that they're staying in a swanky hotel, and they're obviously pushing the boat out for this, they can afford it. I'm going to charge them a pile of money for this. In return, they'll getting two gorgeous twenty-something year-old bisexual girls, with no holes barred, attending to their every whim."

"No way is he fucking my arse!" I insisted.

"That's OK, I'll make that clear," she assured me.

After typing for a couple of minutes, she closed the session and shut the laptop, then held her arms open in invitation. "Come here, girlfriend. Give me a hug!"

I crossed the room and fell into her embrace, welcoming the comfort of her soft body against mine. Very soon, we were removing each other's clothes and clambered into that big, comfortable four-poster bed. Then we tenderly caressed and stroked each other's bare flesh, until we fell asleep, holding together in a warm, downy cocoon.

I woke with a start the next morning, with a dawning of recollection of what had happened the night before. Shaking off the perception that it must have been a dream, reality filtered into my muzzy brain... Oh god, we really had agreed to go and have sex with an unknown couple this evening. And we were going to be paid for our services!

Shaking my head to try and dispel sleep, I climbed out of bed, used the bathroom and put the kettle on. I needed coffee! Setting down a cup on the bedside table, I stroked Gemma's hair until her eyelids fluttered open. "G'morning, girlfriend," she mumbled. A smile crossed her face. I leant down to kiss her lips, and in that moment, I knew. I had completely fallen for her. I gently stroked her hair from her face, ran my fingers down her cheek... the face I now knew I loved.