My first experience in the escort business came about a couple of weeks ago.

I was in a pinch (actually desperate is a better description) and needed to get some money quickly.

I contemplated long and hard before finally committing myself to accepting the message that was on the swinging website that would forever change my life, I knew I had to do it.

I replied to the gentleman who was suggesting that I should let him fuck me for money that this would be a once off and only because I was desperate, I have nothing against escorts but it’s not a line of work I wanted to get into.

He is a bit of a deviant and wanted to fuck me in a public place but surreptitiously, you know the kind of fantasy, in a service station where someone might pop in at any stage.(Although being the night attendant at one of these meant nobody would actually burst in after the place was locked up for the evening).

I finished sending my reply and knew that there was nothing else I could do but wait and see the outcome of the meeting. I knew I had crossed over already and that my life as one of Auckland’s escorts

So a couple of hours later I was waiting for the last customer to leave the service station that this bloke worked at and for him to lock the doors. Our  hookup would be down the back where if someone did peek in they would notice something happening but couldn’t really see much. I felt vulnerable, nervous and to be honest, excited (I was actually very wet).

The guy gave me a drink after he had locked up which obviously had a bit of vodka in it explaining that it might help both our nerves. We hatted a bit and the more we chatted, the more at ease I became (the alcohol probably helped as well).

We agreed that this would be a one-time only event without any further obligation from either side. Depending on how I felt about the experience afterward, I could call him back and we would go from there.

The man lead me to the back of the shop where he started to kiss me against the fridge doors.

As he kissed me his hands started to roam up and down my side, gently stroking my flanks which I always find incredibly arousing.

As his hands moved over my body the guy made sure he felt as much of me as he could and I’m glad he did because I was really starting to get turned on.

I had read that many escorts loved their job and as this guy worked his magic on me I could see why, it certainly helped that he was quite well toned and rather good looking.

As he kissed me he started to slide my dress up my thighs until he had the skirt bunched up around my waist, I hadn’t worn any panties and so my naked pussy was now on show.

I could feel his rock hard cock bulging beneath his pants, and I gave him a seductive smile as I opened my thighs wide, giving him a better view. He grasped my hips, taking the opportunity to enjoy the sight of my wet pussy.

I’ve been with real escorts before he said but I’m positive none of them got as wet as you are as fast as you have he said.

I blushed and said that it was probably something to do with the fear and excitement all rolled into one.

Let me see your tits he said and promptly slipped the straps over my shoulders.

Nice tits he said as he ogled my very hard nipples and soft breasts.

He let his mouth cover one of my nipples and started to suck…this was the end for me, licking my nipples has always been such a massive turn-on for me and sometimes I can even cum just having my nipples licked, so once his talented tongue started twirling my nipple I started to shudder and felt an orgasm building.

Oh god I thought, not only am I one of those escorts that fucks people in public I’m one who enjoys being fucked for money.

The guy was working really hard on my breasts now and his fingers had made there way across my flat tummy towards my pussy where the guy then explored my swollen folds as he switched to my other breast. I was so wet that we could both hear the slurping sound of his fingers caressing me. The guy then nearly made me come as he began slipping one finger deep inside me.

The guy released my nipple and watched my face as he stroked my hot little pussy. His thumb raked across my clit, and he slipped another finger in beside the first. I moaned and rocked my hips against his hand, my eyes closed in concentration and I didn’t notice the guy unbutton his jeans and push them down with his other hand,

Not that I had noticed of course, as I was too wrapped up with the feeling of him to be aware of anything else. In a swift, firm motion, he grabbed me tightly by the waist, his fingers caressing my supple body. Without any effort he lifted me back towards him and onto his hard cock, its length running between my legs and the tip resting against my clit.

His hard-on was quivering at the threshold of my pussy before I even noticed what position he was in. He kept his gaze on me as he pressed into me, the hardness and heat of his dick slipping in easily. My eyes flashed open as I realised what was happening and I opened my mouth to object , to say that this shouldn’t be happening, but I was so wet he was up to his balls in one swift stroke, I gasped as I felt his huge cock stretch me open then my orgasm hit.

He felt my pussy tense with the orgasm, and as I came he squeezed himself deep inside me, sensing his own approaching orgasm.

He thrust up into me only a hand full of times as my pussy clenched his cock during my orgasm and then I felt his cum squirting into me, filling my pussy with hot, sticky liquid. I reached down with my hands to grab his bum, forcing him deeper into me. The feeling of his skin against my own made me feel so, so horny that I didn’t want the moment to stop.

Oh my god I thought, if this is what happens for all escorts I’d be one right away but I knew that this isn’t the case usually and so I vowed to never do it again, I also realised how stupid I was to have unprotected sex with a stranger and even worse I hadn’t been paid. Thank fully I did get paid and I was able to get my self out of that little financial issue I had been in.

Get Ready for the latest story about my adventures with online dating.

I meet a lovely guy who promises me a night of cuddles.

Can we resist each other and just cuddle?

Come back soon and check out what happens.

Silvie studied the covers of the two modern romances she held, totally oblivious to what else was going on around her in the bookstore. She frowned with indecision, trying to decide which of the books she was going to buy. One of them had the steamiest picture she had seen on a romance novel, with the heroine’s breast thrust up impudently, and the hero’s hand poised at her neckline, ready to expose her succulent flesh. Silvie’s pussy was getting wet just looking at the picture.

However, the other book had a more promising storyline. A young virgin, living on a remote island meets an American surfer while he is on holiday…how could Silvie resist a teaser like that? She felt the telltale tightening in the pit of her belly at the thought of being seduced by a sexy, powerful man, and she released a shaky breath. Decisions, decisions…

“Find anything you like there Silvie?”

Silvie jumped from the unexpected interruption, but even more from the husky tenor of the voice that had whispered the question in her ear. She dropped one of the books as she whirled to face Mr. Jones, her former high school English teacher. Her face flamed.

“Mr. Jones! What a surprise to see you here.” She pasted a bright smile on her face.

The twinkle in his eyes and the smile that flirted with the corners of his mouth told her that he knew she was embarrassed. He knelt to retrieve the book she had dropped, and he couldn’t resist surreptitiously scanning her legs. She was wearing a short skirt that came to mid thigh, and her exposed ankles, calves, knees and lower thighs were curvy perfection. In his mind’s eye, he pictured those legs wrapped around his waist while he plundered her tight pussy…he was getting hard just thinking about it. He forced his thoughts back to the present as he stood up to hand her the book.

Silvie’s blush burned even brighter as Mr. Jones studied the cover of the book she had dropped. It was the book with the erotic picture, and Silvie wanted to melt into the floor. She had had a crush on Mr. Jones all through high school, and even three years later, she still fantasized about him. More often than not, it was him she thought about while she stroked herself to climax in her lonely apartment.

Silvie hadn’t been the only girl in her high school to have a crush on him. Most of the girls in her school had drooled over Mr. Jones, with his tight fitting jeans that lovingly hugged a perfect butt. Every time he turned his back to write on the blackboard, the girls in his class would crane their necks to get a better look. They had nicknamed him Mr. Ass.

Of course, his perfect ass was part of a totally appealing package. At the age of twenty five, he had been the youngest teacher in their school. His body was lean and muscular, and he had the most startling sky blue eyes. His hair was tawny gold and just a bit too long for a proper teacher. The ends curled over the collar of his shirt, and Silvie had often fantasized about running her fingers through those wavy locks at his nape.

Mr. Jones raised an amused brow as he handed the book back to her. His grin was the epitome of sexy. “Interesting read you’ve chosen Silvie. I see I wasn’t able to inspire a burning love of literature in you.”

His tone was clearly teasing, and Silvie found herself returning his smile. He had no idea that he had inspired lots of burning love in her, just not for literature! She looked up at him with a shrug.

“Well, you know, it’s good to be interested in a variety of genres. Shakespeare and Thoreau are fine and good for an afternoon’s entertainment, but they’re not the greatest choices for bedtime companions.”

Mr. Jones considered her statement, his cock twitching at the thought of her needing a bedtime companion. A woman like her shouldn’t have to go to bed with a book. He had been attracted to her since she had been a sophomore in his class, but he had never acted on his inappropriate urges. He hadn’t forgotten her since though, and he had always wondered what had become of his sexiest student.

Seeing her now, at the age of twenty one, he thought she looked sexier than ever. Her dark blonde hair was gathered into a casual knot and held with a clip, and her brown eyes were definitely the bedroom variety. Her full lips by themselves were enough to inspire naughty fantasies, not to mention those perfect, pert breasts filling out her t-shirt…he had to get a grip on his imagination, or he was going to embarrass himself.

“I was just about to grab some lunch. Would you like to join me Silvie?” He found himself holding his breath for her answer.

Silvie’s smile widened as she looked up at him. “I would love to Mr. Jones.”

He laughed with pleasure. “You know, I’m not your teacher anymore. You can call me John if you like.”

Silvie nodded. “Okay John. Lead the way.” Silvie set both novels on the shelf and turned to walk away.

“I thought you were going to buy one of those books,” John said.

“I changed my mind,” Silvie said with a shrug. She didn’t mention that seeing him had provided her with enough bedtime fantasy material to last months. She wouldn’t need a romance novel for a while!

They walked to a nearby Greek café, chatting about the events of the past three years since they had seen each other. They were both a bit surprised to realize that they were completely at ease in each other’s company. Over a lunch of calamari, salad and wine, Silvie told him about her adventures in university, and John asked lots of questions, obviously interested.

“So I only have one more semester to go before I graduate. Then, I will have to find a great job so I can pay off my student loan!”

John raised his wineglass to salute her, and there was a twinkle in his eye. “Ah, here’s to student loans!” They both drank, and he set his glass down. “Don’t worry too much about it. I know from personal experience that you pay it off sooner than you expect. Especially once you get a job as a computer programmer. They make good money.”

“I hope so,” Silvie laughed. “I’m counting on all my hard work to pay off. What about you? Are you still teaching at Gordon High?”

“No, I stopped teaching about two years ago,” John replied. He was distracted as he watched a piece of calamari disappear into her luscious mouth…he suddenly realized she had said something. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked what you are doing now,” Silvie repeated, briefly wondering about the dreamy look on his face.

“Well, I’ve had a few books published, and now I’m a full time author.”

“No way! Really?” Silvie’s enthusiasm was flattering.

John laughed and nodded. “Yeah. I really like it, being able to work on my own schedule, no commute, no school board politics to deal with.”

“That is so cool!” Silvie said with a smile. “What kind of books do you write?”

John looked down at his plate. A wicked grin was threatening, but he tried hard to keep a straight face. He was not entirely successful as he met her eye. “I write romance novels.”

Silvie choked on her salad and grabbed her glass of water. It was several moments before her sputtering subsided and she met his amused stare. “You’re joking right?”

“No really, I’m serious. I write under the pen name of Jack Jonson. Maybe you’ve seen some of my books?”

Silvie could only give a weak nod as she reeled from shock. She had not only seen his books, she had every one of them at home beside her bed. He was, in fact, her favorite author, although Silvie had always thought he was a she. Her mind raced, as she realized that all his books had a theme of a strong, sexy man who couldn’t resist the lure of a younger woman. Of course, the characters always ended up having hot, steamy sex. Not surprisingly, her favorite of his books was about a teacher who seduced one of his students…a young, pretty blonde with brown eyes.

Silvie could feel her pussy soaking her panties, and she shifted on her chair. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here having lunch with my favorite author. I’ve read every one of your books.”

John’s cheeks flushed with surprised pleasure. “I’m flattered.”

“How do you come up with your inspiration?” Silvie asked.

She placed another bite of calamari on her tongue, licking her upper lip to remove a bit of the sauce. She noticed that his eyes watched the golden morsel disappear before he responded.

John gave a casual shrug as he answered. “Oh, from different things that I’ve experienced or fantasized about. I think it’s best to write about things you know.”

“That makes sense,” Silvie replied. “Are you working on another novel now? I would love to read an excerpt.”

John laughed. “As a matter of fact, I am. If you’re seriously interested, I’ll give you my number and you can drop by sometime when you have time.”

Oh, she was interested all right! That was the understatement of the year.

“How about today? I’m free for the rest of the day, if you’ve got time to show me your stuff.”

“Alright,” John murmured.

He could feel his pulse beginning to race at the thought of having Silvie in his house. He definitely wanted to show her his stuff, but he wasn’t thinking about his writing. If she only knew how many times he had dreamed about having sex with her, she would be shocked. It was a challenge to stay focused on the conversation as they finished their meal, but he managed.

Stay Tuned for the next chapter when John shows Silvie more than just his studio.