The receptionist barely spares Emily a second glance when she checks into the swish city centre hotel. That’s the thing about being an older woman, no one notices you. Certainly not people under thirty, even if they aren’t staring at their phone, you’re just part of the furniture. Nice room, Emily notes appreciatively, with a view of the city, not that she expects to be looking out of the window. She retrieves a list from her handbag, instead of the usual shopping items its contents are mildly shocking. Well, only to some, but Emily has led a somewhat sheltered life.A stab of anxiety, last-minute nerves? It took a lot of effort to arrange this liaison. Exhaustive online research, deliberating over who to choose, even creating a spreadsheet to compare their strengths and weakness. This encounter hasn’t come cheap, but the insurance policy had paid out a substantial settlement and when did she ever spend much on herself? Emily looks at her watch, too late to back out, and anyway, she’s experiencing a thrill of excitement not felt since her early twenties. A G suddenly aware she’s mutely staring at him.”I’m so sorry, you must be Conor.””Indeed,” somewhat incongruously given the intended purpose of the visit, he proffers a handshake in old-fashioned greeting, “May I come in?””Yes, of course.” Flustered, Emily ushers him into the room. Taller than her and well-presented in an open-neck white shirt and dark suit. Quietly confident, personable, and polite; quite the package.Conor favours Emily with a smile, flawless white teeth contrasting with his coffee-coloured skin. She could have chosen someone her own age, but instead opted for a younger man; perhaps making up for lost opportunities. “Emily Drew?” Conor enquires, raising an eyebrow, implicitly indicating Demetevler Escort he knows it’s an alias.”Yes,” she blushes despite herself. Get a grip woman, in another world you’re in charge. Managing staff, and controlling budgets, which reminds her. “Did you get the, um…?””The money is in my account, thank you.” He sits in a chair and gestures for her to occupy the one adjacent. I’m glad someone else is taking charge, thinks Emily, feeling exposed in her lingerie, perching on the edge of the seat hands tightly clasped in her lap, knees and feet together, like a convent novice. That last word is particularly apposite to the story of Emily entering this hitherto unexplored realm, thus far only imagined, out of her depth. “What can I do for you?” The handsome stranger’s enquiry is solicitous and professional. Emily warily hands Conor the list. How can he possibly appear so relaxed and calm? He nods and raises an eyebrow. “I can certainly fulfil such modest requests,” Conor smiles reassuringly. “Would you like to begin now? I’m exclusively yours for the duration, Emily. To enact your fantasies, ensure you feel safe and keep your secrets.” “Could you take your shirt off, please?” Emily speaks hesitantly, finally accepting this is happening. She’s hired a sex worker and he’s here, doing her bidding.”Sure,” without a trace of embarrassment, Conor complies. Six-pack abs, muscular pecs and biceps; not, thankfully, a steroid fuelled, bodybuilder physique; more akin to a classical sculpture. Oh, to be so at ease with one’s body. “Wow,” Emily is at a loss for words.”Thank you.” Conor takes her compliment gracefully; gently pulls her towards him, smooth skin warm and smelling faintly of cocoa butter. Immediately moist between her thighs, Demetevler Escort Bayan Emily’s nipples harden. She’s never previously been this close to someone of colour. Holds impeccable liberal views on equality yet doesn’t know anyone who isn’t white in the very ordinary country town she inhabits, an hour’s train journey from this hotel. Conor kisses her lingeringly, tongue questing between her lips. She surprises herself by responding with unabashed passion. “Feels like I’m dreaming,” Emily is entranced, “I’m so turned on, for the first time in many years. My late husband…””You don’t have to reveal any personal details,” murmurs Conor, guessing Emily inevitably will, his job so often involves customers confiding intimate secrets they’ve not told another living soul.”Half a lifetime together, lovely man, we shared so many interests and two wonderful children, but in the bedroom…””Underwhelming?””Lights out, him on top, minimal foreplay, wham, bam, blink and you’d miss it, roll over and off to sleep.””You didn’t try to…””Liven things up? Yes. The usual, stockings, music, candlelight, he simply didn’t get it. Hence the list – we never did any of that.” That last revelation dents Conor’s consummately professional inability to be shocked.”Surprised is an understatement, this is vanilla stuff, no bondage, no roleplay…””Partly my fault I suppose,” Emily continues, shamefaced, “I should have persisted but felt rejected. He wouldn’t let me go down on him, ‘too subservient’. Wouldn’t give me oral either, ‘unhygienic’, thanks very much! Didn’t think to ask what I wanted. I’ve never gone on top or done it doggy style, no knee tremblers in the park or sex on the kitchen table. Sorry, this isn’t meant to be a pity party, Escort Demetevler I just feel stupid, at my age with less sexual experience than many teenagers. Only had two lovers in my entire life; the one before I married was just a student fling to relinquish my virginity.” “Emily,” Conor takes her hands. “We can complete your wish list and more. Take it easy, let me lead, and don’t beat yourself up for something for which you’re blameless.””I’m not too old?””What’s old? I have a regular customer of seventy-two who is still hot to trot. You’re in your prime, desirable and attractive.” Emily would like to believe him but is sceptical; default expectations pre-set to disappointment.”What precisely about me is attractive?”Conor proves equal to the moment, “Elegant neck,” he softly traces it with his lips. “Beautiful bottom,” Conor cups her buttocks in his hands. “Blue eyes I could happily lose myself in.””Careful, tiger,” she cautions, “don’t stretch credulity.””I’m not,” he responds, sincerely. “All of my customers have something unique and special about them and you’re no exception. Let’s get started. How about I pay some literal lip service to your pussy, then, if you still want to, you can go down on me?” No one has desired Emily for a very long time, she feels weak at the knees.”Yes please, but there’s one more thing.””Go for it.””I haven’t had an orgasm with anyone since my honeymoon.”Caught off guard, Conor blinks at this shocking revelation.”Then we’ve work to do, Ms Jones.” He guides Emily onto the large bed, and carefully pulls her knickers down, all the while maintaining eye contact, Emily meekly raises her bottom to assist them past her delectable derriere. Kneeling, Conor spreads her thighs wide, exposing Emily’s pussy; she’s breathing quickly, the tops of her breasts flushed pink, at once scared and excited. Setting to work, he teases her vulva with his tongue, probing gently between swollen labia, lapping and probing, sucking on her clitoris. From Emily’s perspective, pure bliss, the resultant arousal almost too much to ensure.