14 comments/ 72102 views/ 7 favorites A Fine Looking Man By: Bazzza Even as a child I was told that I was good looking boy and would have to fight off all the girls when I got older. I can remember pulling ugly faces at the thought of having anything to do with them; having a younger and an older sister sort of told me that girls were more trouble than they were worth. At the age of eleven or twelve, I could feel girl's inquisitive eyes upon me, and shivered at the thought of holding hands with one as some of the boys I knew did. By the time I hit fourteen my thoughts on the matter had somewhat changed, and it was my eyes that were doing the wandering, although I was too shy to do anything about it. At sixteen, I'd grown to a gangly six feet tall, my dark hair was fashionably long, and my doting sisters trained me in the art of dressing to look good, nothing flash, just jeans and tee shirts. The sun and the close beaches kept me bronzed, fit and entertained. And was then the girls came a flocking, or maybe it was just that I was ready to take notice of them. I shouldn't go too much further with story without telling you about my family life. I was christened Andrew Napier, but everyone called me Andy. My mum and dad were absolutely the best parents in the world, they loved each other and never fought, well not when we were around anyway. My mother, a slim beautiful and graceful brunette owned a heart of gold. We children were pampered without being spoilt, and were taught all the things that would hold us in good stead for the future. My Dad was an absolute pillar of strength, strong, handsome; hard working and with a sense of humour that would have us frequently in stitches. Probably the most important things we learnt was respect, for ourselves and others around us, and to treat others how we would like to be treated ourselves. My dad was always polite and considerate around the opposite sex, and the same values were handed down to me. So when I started the inevitable dating, I in turn treated girls with some respect which I think kind of surprised them. I didn't do the usual rowdy showing off things that boys normally did, and that along with my good looks stood me in very good stead with the girls. I won't bore you with all the sordid details of loosing the virginity thing, except to say that it was a very inept performance on my part, but I got the hang of it pretty quickly. My parents taught me and my sisters that sex was a very special thing that loving couples did. When we were young, we never opened my parents closed bedroom door, for we were told that scary things went on in there. As we got older, we obeyed the same rules but smirked knowingly at what was going on, we just thought it was disgusting that old people still did it. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that my girlfriends were treated well, and I never took the sex thing for granted, even though I really, really liked doing it. My Dad was an electrician, and when I left school took me under his formidable wing as his apprentice. We worked well together with lots of laughs and tom foolery went on along with some very hard work. On my twenty fifth birthday; he told me he was retiring early and the business was mine, although he did help me on some of the larger jobs I couldn't manage alone. Those years would be some of the best in my life; for I was young, fit and motivated with money to burn. Not that I actually did burn money, for being frugal and saving for those rainy days was another thing instilled in me by my parents. I dated countless girls over those years, but as I got older, began looking for something more. I began to want a relationship that something more than sex and going out to have a good time. But it wasn't until I first laid eyes Danielle that I thought I'd found that person. The problem was, after our first date, she didn't want any part of me. We first met at a friend's party, I'll never forget the moment she walked through the door, the poise and confidence and her big smile. She was tall with long fair wavy hair, her figure full of succulent curves. Her jeans tight enough to show the definition of her strong long legs. Eventually, our eyes met and held for a few seconds before she turned away. But from time to time that night, her eyes found mine, and we were eventually drawn to each other. We talked a lot that night over the boisterous noise of the party, and while we socialised with friends, it was with each other that we were most interested. We parted that night full of enthusiasm after swapping phone numbers, and then met a couple of nights later over drinks. As far as I was concerned, our first date was full of promise, but my request of a second was politely declined. I was kind of surprised at her response, not at the put down, but because I was sure that she liked me as I did her. I rang Danielle a few times afterwards, we talked and she finally agreed to meet me at a cafe. After awhile, I conjured up the bravery to ask her why she didn't want to see me. Danielle confirmed that she indeed found me appealing, but didn't want to have to compete to have me, nor did she want to share me. I asked for an explanation, and this is how she put it, bluntly and directly. She'd noticed how other girls looked at me and sometime flirted. My reputation was that while I was an okay guy to date, I played the field. I was further advised in no uncertain terms, that she gave herself body and soul to her man, and expected no less in return, and I was supposedly a bad risk. I let Danielle speak freely and without interruption before giving her my view of the world. I told her that I was enchanted by her from the first moment I laid eyes on her. After confessing that I had played the field, but I hadn't really found anyone that I loved enough to settle down with. I assured her that I could indeed be faithful, and all I wanted was a chance to prove myself worthy of her attentions. I then felt her eyes exploring mine for proof of sincerity before giving me a little smile. It must have been enough, for Danielle agreed to date me, and I was the happiest man in the world. We did all the usual things that new couples did, walks on the beaches, movies and dined out. At no time did I attempt to lead her to my bed, but at no time was it far from my mind. We just settled for holding hands and the odd goodnight kiss, for I was definitely on my best behaviour. I'll never forget the first time we made love. Danielle arrived at my apartment on a Saturday morning; I'd worked late the night before and was too tired to get together. We were sitting in the lounge on a large couch; it was positioned to catch the warm late morning sun. Our lips met and we snuggled close as our embrace became more passionate as our tongues played. With her arms around my neck, I let my hands wander over her dress caressing her gently. Eventually, my hands slipped to her breasts, and Danielle's deep sighs and little whimpers told me it was okay. Her breasts were soon free from her dress and bra, and her nipples gently suckled as my hand stole under her dress. She turned slightly to allow her legs to part, and my hand was soon stroking her smooth thighs and brief panties. I was allowed to play unhindered for a short time before Danielle lifted her dress and pushed her panties downwards. I got my first glimpse of her lovely thighs and the trimmed triangle of where they met. My fingers were soon between those submissive thighs and the warmth of her lips. Between our kisses, her hand found my belt and with practiced expertise released my cock from its constraints. Danielle pushed me away and positioned herself unashamedly on the couch with her thighs spread wide, her smile inviting me between them. I was quickly in position and guiding my cock between her luscious lips for the first time, with gently little strokes, I eased my way inside her. She looked up at me as I did so, and asked me to be good to her always, and I gave her that promise. I soon found out that sex with Danielle would come in two forms. Sometimes she would lie dreamily and submissively beneath me and let me ride her to my hearts content. Other times after socialising and drinking, she would then become the aggressor taking me anywhere at her whim; her love making and orgasms would be demanding, frantic and physical affairs leaving us both drained, but happily so. Away from the bedroom, Danielle was a wonderful girlfriend. She was good looking, intelligent and funny with a perpetual smile on her face. She was affectionate but not clingy, and I was proud to have her at my side. While she liked to go out and party, she was also quite content to laze around watching a movie or read a good book. She was also fiercely independent, and while she would often stay over at my apartment, she wouldn't give up her room at her sister's house where she lived before we met. It was like she wanted to have somewhere to bolt to if it didn't work out for us. But as the months flew past, Danielle and I settled into a comfortable and stable relationship. I had nothing to do with any other girls, and when we were out together I made sure that I gave her all the attention that she deserved, and it was reciprocated in every way. We'd been together for nearly a year when Danielle mentioned the travel thing. She'd always wanted to travel around Europe, and wanted to get it out of the way before settling down. When I explained that I couldn't just close my business down and go with her, Danielle became a little subdued over the whole thing. Over the following weeks, we discussed it and both came to the conclusion that she should go without me. Danielle managed to convince her sister Sharee to go with her and plans were then made. They booked a Contiki camping tour and then planned to work in London for a while. As the time for their departure neared, both Danielle and I feared for our future. As much as I desperately didn't want her to go, I cared too much for her to try and stop her. For her part, Danielle didn't want to lose me forever. As much as we hated not to, we made no promises to be faithful to each other, for we both knew it was too much to ask. But we did promise to keep in contact and see what the future would bring, and hopefully we would be together again. And on a wet Sunday evening, I kissed my lovely Danielle for the last time before she walked through the airport departure doors. I could never hope to explain how lost I was without Danielle in my life. It was like I had no reason to be on this earth. I missed her company, her scent and her laughter, her exquisite love making and her loving touches. I was lost and unhappy. I threw myself into my work to help me forget. But good friends can never be underestimated, and I was soon dragged out socialising and drinking. Over the following months, I found my ability to attract the opposite sex hadn't diminished and bedded many women. But when I woke up the next morning, it was not Danielle lying beside me, and my interest quickly waned no matter how beautiful they may have been. And when Danielle made her weekly call to me from some exotic part of the world, my despair would return. My life took an interesting turn when I met Larry. I got a job to rewire an area of his house that he was turning into an office, it wasn't exactly a big job, but a little difficult due to his request to hide all of the wiring so it couldn't be seen. Eventually we worked out how we could manage it, and I set about my tasks with my usual diligence. Over the two days I was there, we got to know each other and chatted amicably. When I asked what sort of business he was running, he surprised me by telling me he and his wife ran an upmarket escort agency. He laughed heartily at my reaction, and then told me a little about the good and bad things of the escort industry. Larry ran mostly ladies for men, two married couples who would cater for the group sex market; and then two males who catered for a small but steadily growing female clientele. Thinking Larry was joking, I laughed when he asked me if I'd be interested doing a bit of escort work. But he was serious, and told me that a good looking person such as myself would be in demand. I told him that I wasn't well enough endowed, and that I'd be a major disappointment once my trousers came off. He shrugged his shoulders and told me that most of his female clientele were more interested in good company and sex than a monster dick. At first I wasn't at all interested, but Larry eventually wore me down and my interest started to grow. It wasn't about the money, but more about the meeting of women for the sole purpose of taking them to bed. A couple of nights later, Larry and I got together over a few drinks and discussed the possibility of me doing a bit of escort work. While I can't remember everything he said, this is what stuck in my mind. Firstly, the women like to be treated as if they're on a date. A high proportion of the ladies will be married business women who like a little out of town attention. They like their escort to be well presented, and charming without being over the top. Most like to be wined and dined at a restaurant where they can judge the escort in the safety of the public as to whether they might want to go further or not. They want good intelligent conversation with a little humour and fun thrown in. The golden rule was that you never pried into their private lives, but what they freely offered to discuss was okay. Usually, you'll be invited to their hotel room, and this is where a male escort has to tread carefully. Any sexual connotations should instigated by the client, and I would have to be very careful that this was always the case. And if it was going to happen, I should always ask for their likes and dislikes to get an idea of any boundaries. A massage is a good way to start he told me, but some women think it's a waste of time and would rather get straight into the action. Unprotected oral sex is optional, but the risks are obvious. But intercourse is always with a condom, and there was to be no deviation from it, for everyone's wellbeing. After sex, most women like their escort to leave soon after, never assume that you're there for the night. Women can be funny like that, Larry explained. Sometimes, things can go a little awry, in those cases, just smile politely as you tell them goodbye and take your leave. The last thing he did was ask to see my hands. He then went on to tell me that women hate to be touched with dirty or rough hands, or with rough broken fingernails. He suggested a manicure before meeting a client. It was something that I'd never considered, but I knew he was a hundred percent right. A few days after that, Larry rang me to tell me that I had my first date. It was with Maria, a very nice lady who had used his services a few times before. I was to meet her at room 219 at the Ascot Hotel at eight pm, and that she would like to be taken out for a meal. Larry had taken the time to book a table at Ramsey's Restaurant, a short walk from the Ascot. That afternoon, I nervously drove to the hotel to familiarise myself with the layout, and then found the restaurant. The last thing I wanted to do was make myself look like an idiot by getting lost. Then taking Larry's advice; I got myself a manicure for the first time in my life. On the way home, I stopped off to buy condoms. I cannot ever remember being so nervous as I showered, shaved and dressed that night. I then examined myself critically in the mirror before eventually walking to my car. Ten minutes later with my heart pounding erratically, I knocked on the door of room 219 of the Ascot Hotel, and prayed it wasn't going to be Atilla the Hun who answered it. My prayers were soon answered as an attractive brunette answered the door, her warm smile putting my fears to bed as she invited me in. "Hi, I'm Maria, and I hope you're Andy." "Hi Maria, yep I'm Andy." We looked at each for a few seconds before Maria turned and picked up a leather handbag. "Let's eat, I'm starving." she said heading for the door. And with great professional precision, I guided Maria to Ramsey's and was soon seated at a table with a view of the city lights. My nervousness soon disappeared as our rapport grew, even though a wedding and a large engagement ring were on plain view. Maria was an attractive woman and probably more than a good few years older than I. Her curly hair was cut short, her face oval and pretty with big eyes. A pastel coloured lipstick matching her top adorned her full lips. She was a great deal shorter than me, but her curvy figure was conveyed through a pair of tight black trousers, and her breasts straining against her top. She was both friendly and funny, and our conversation turned many corners as we consumed our meals and made a large dent in two bottles of wine. "So Andy, have you been doing this sort of thing long?" she asked over dessert. "No, not long at all." I answered truthfully. "Mmmm, you're an attractive young man, and I'd very much like to take you back to the hotel and ravish your body." "I'd like that too." I laughed. "I like it slow and sensuous. I just love to be seduced. Can you do that?" she asked. "Most certainly." Maria retrieved her bag from the floor and stood up, "Well, we're wasting time here." A few minutes later, we were back in room 219. Maria placed her handbag on the floor and then kicked her shoes off before rubbing her hands through her hair. I watched as she crawled onto the bed and smiled up at me with her big eyes. I slid my jacket off and removed my shoes before joining her. We looked at each other for a few seconds, each wearing a big smile. "Hi." she whispered. "Hi." I replied before our lips met. Our first kiss was a little peck, just our lips touching before our tongues met. I could taste the sweetness her lipstick as the kiss became more passionate. Our heads lowered to the pillow as we embraced, and Maria's leg slipped over mine pulling me in tight. I could feel my cock harden in expectation of what was about to come, but I intended to play this slowly. For the next few minutes, I caressed Maria over her clothes but avoiding her breasts and between her thighs. But I could sense her arousal grow as I neared those special places. With our bodies so close together, Maria could no doubt feel my erect cock, and was soon rubbing herself against it. Her hands were soon unbuttoning my shirt and removing it, my nipples were then tweaked as we kissed. She moaned as I slid my fingers over her breasts and raised herself from the pillow to allow me to remove her top and bra. Maria's skin was smooth and pale, her large breasts full and heavy. I lowered my face into her cleavage and teased her breasts with little kisses while working towards her nipples. My hand slipped between her thighs and she pushed hard against my hand as I stroked her. I felt her hands drop to her belt, and then her zip being lowered. My hand slipped upwards and under her panties, but they were too tight for me to proceed far. Maria solved the problem by pushing both her trousers and panties downwards and kicking them off. My eyes and then my fingers were drawn to Maria's perfectly bald pussy; it was smooth under my touch, and between her thick lips, warm and wet. She sighed as I explored her clitoris and then slipped a finger inside her. Her hand was soon inside my trousers feeling for my erection, her hand stroking the shaft exploring its length and girth. Rolling to her knees, she took my trousers and forced them down over my ankles; then flung them with abandon across the room, my briefs followed a less than a second later. Maria grinned as her eyes fell upon my cock waving in the air; it was soon in her hand as she positioned her face over it. Her right hand slipped up the shaft so that the tip of the head was just protruding, and she then began rubbing the palm of her left hand over the eye of my cock. She chuckled as I squirmed under the almost unbearable sensation, and then lowered her mouth over my cock. A Fine Looking Man I lay back in unfathomable pleasure as Maria demonstrated her superb cock sucking skills, her lips and tongue working in unison with her hands. She sucked me to the brink of orgasm, and then dropped my cock from her mouth. "Where's the condoms?" she asked. "In my jacket pocket." Maria climbed from the bed, picked up my jacket and retuned a few seconds later with a condom packet. Moving into the 69 position, she slipped her leg over my face and lowered her pussy onto my nose. I laughed and ran my nose up and down her lips before sucking her clitoris into my mouth. With my hands caressing her thighs, I began suckle on her and got an appreciative groan in response. I felt her warm mouth on my cock, and we spent the next few minutes in giving and receiving pleasure. Maria then rolled off me, with her face close to my cock; she slipped the condom from its packet and stretched it over the head. Once completed, she then rolled it down the shaft ensuring it was secure around the base. She eased herself astride my body and with her right hand guided my cock between her lips; and in one slow push took me to the hilt. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, that's real nice." Maria whispered as she began to ride me. Her ride was fast and hard, the slapping of our bodies loud and clear. Her large breasts swung high and low with each stroke, and I took them in hand to avoid any injury to both of us. Maria laughed and lowered her body to mine, our lips met and our tongues played as we enjoyed ourselves. I was ridden well for several minutes before Maria slowed; her body now shiny with perspiration from her efforts. She sat up and grinned down at me, "You're a pretty good lay." "You're the one doing all the work." I replied. Her grin turned evil, "Yeah, but your turns a coming." Maria lifted herself from my cock and lay beside me. I looked down at my condom covered cock; it was a gooey mess from being inside her. Maria took it in hand and pulled me close. "Your turn on top." she urged. I eased myself between her thighs and watched as her hand reached diligently down and guided my cock inside her. She sighed as it slid deep, and then pushed upwards hard against me. "Fast and hard please." she whispered in my ear. Maria moaned as I began to slap hard into her, she raised one leg over my shoulder and wrapped the other behind my buttocks. It was like being pinned in a vice, and I couldn't have escaped even if I'd wanted to. With her arms around my neck, Maria urged me onwards, my every thrust was met by hers, and our bodies were soon pummelling each other. I don't know how long this went on for, but eventually we both began to tire and slow, and I had to admit defeat, Maria had nearly killed me. I rolled from her body and sat up. "There should be a law against people like you." I said cheekily. She grinned up at me unrepentantly while eagerly fingering her clitoris, "You ain't gonna give up on me are you?" "Hell no." I replied. "Wanna try doggie." "Nope, don't want you looking down at my fat arse." "It looks just fine to me." "Mmmmmm, such a nice boy. But still a liar." "I'm not lying, turn over so I can see it." "Nah, how about giving me a licking instead?" I positioned myself between Maria's open legs and lowered my face to her pussy. It was the first truly shaven pussy I'd licked, and I kinda liked it. It was warm and smooth, and I could attack it with the usual mouthful of hairs. Her large lips nearly covered my cheeks, and my mouth soon settled in a nice tormenting rhythm. Maria responded by gently rotating her pussy against my face, which was soon dripping with her juices. "Would you be offended if I used my vibrator?" she asked after a few minutes. "Nope, not at all." Maria rolled away from me, reached under the pillow and blanket, her hand came up with a small vibrator about three inches long with a curved tip. "My favourite travelling companion." she commented while turning it on. "Every woman should have one of these." I watched as Maria positioned two pillows under her lifting her buttocks high from the bed, and the vibrator was soon exploring her clit. "Put your cock in." she ordered. I knelt myself between her thighs and slipped my cock inside her, her raised buttocks just at the right height for penetration. I could feel the vibration of her toy through my cock as I slipped back and forth with long slow strokes. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, this is soooooooooo good. I'm gonna cum real soon." she whispered after awhile. From my elevated position, I watched with interest as my cock moved back and forth, Maria had now positioned her toy firmly on her clitoris. It wasn't long before she began to wriggle and then shudder. She was frowning with concentration as her pleasure intensified. "Don't take your cock out until I've finished." she moaned. A few seconds later, Maria stopped wriggling and braced herself, sighs and groans escaped her lips as little tremors flowed through her body. She moved upwards and away from my cock as her hand dropped the vibrator onto the bed between her open thighs. With her eyes closed, she lay serenely on the bed as her body slowly relaxed; her breathing deep and slow through barely smiling lips. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, that was worth waiting for." she murmured after awhile. I slipped the condom from my erect cock, for there was little chance of me finishing while wearing it. I was content to leave things as they were, and relieve myself when I got home; the main thing was that Maria was satisfied and content. Making myself comfortable on the bed, I watched in fascination as a woman I barely knew relaxed in her post orgasmic splendour. Her legs slightly apart with her shiny wet pussy on full display, her breasts flat against her body. Maria eventually opened her eyes and grinned up at me while patting the bed beside her. "Come here for a hug." she whispered with her right arm spread across the bed. I lay down beside her, and her arm pulled me in tight leaving her nipple close to my mouth, and she sighed as I did the inevitable. A few minutes later, I felt her hand slip over my cock and test its firmness. "What shall we do with this then?" "It's okay; you don't have to do anything." "After what you've just done for me, I can't let you go with this thing like it is. How about a handjob, I like doing those?" "Sure, that'd be great." I replied. Maria retrieved her handbag and after a quick rummage around, pulled out a tube of hand cream. Kneeling beside me, she took me into her mouth and sucked me for a few seconds before dribbling some cool cream over my cock, with her spare hand she rubbed it up and down the shaft before disposing of the tube. She then settled into a one handed rhythm with long slow stokes. "How do you like it?" she asked. "Up a bit further." Maria's hand slipped up the shaft so that her strokes were sliding over the head of my cock, the hand cream providing that warm slippery lubrication needed for a good handjob. "You've got a nice package here." Maria commented. "It's a good size without being too big, and you sure know how to use it." "Thanks." Maria's hand started to build up speed, her other hand stoking my balls and navel. I quickly felt the first stirrings of an orgasm and I sighed with pleasure. Maria smiled down at me with her big eyes. "You a squirter or a dribbler?" she asked. "Squirter." I then felt Maria's finger tips placing pressure on the under side of my cock as her hand moved up and down, it provided an unusual sensation which excited me further. "Watch out, here I cum." I soon groaned. Maria's spare hand slid over the top of my cock just as I fired, my cum bouncing off her palm and running down her knuckles and onto the base of my cock. She just kept pumping until there was no more to be had. "Yuk, yuk yuk." Maria murmured while trying to scoop all of my gooey mess in her hands, she then sprinted for the bathroom to wash them. She returned a few seconds later with a warm face cloth and began to wipe me clean. "I don't think I'll be washing my face with this." she laughed. "You a happy boy now?" "Absolutely, how about you?" I'm good. I've been well fucked by a nice young man, and I've had a nice big fat orgasm. What more could a woman want?" We sat around on the bed and talked for a while downing a cold beer. Maria was quite comfortable with her nudity and made no attempt to cover herself. She then politely suggested that she needed to sleep, and I wisely got dressed and got ready to leave. By the door, I got a long kiss goodbye, and a promise that I'd be seeing her again. The next day, Larry rang me asked if I could come over to his house sometime. I assumed that I'd mucked something up and I was in for a bit of an ear bashing, about what I wasn't sure. I arrived at his house close to six after finishing a job; he smiled and led me into his office. He tossed a beer from a small fridge and pointed towards a chair. "Sit down. Larry said. "So, how'd last night go? "Fine I think. I did just as you said, and Maria seemed to be happy when I left." Larry pulled the tab on his beer and took a sip, "Yeah, I heard that too. She told me that you were good in the sack and that she had a good time." I laughed, "I had a good time too; she's a nice real lady." "So, you wanna do some jobs for us?" "If they're anything like Maria, I'd love to." I offered. I then heard footsteps outside and then the door into the office open, and to my surprise, Maria walked in wearing jeans and a tee shirt. Larry looked at Maria and then back to me, "Andy this is my wife Maria, but I think you two have already met." I sat in stunned silence as Maria waked over to me and kissed me on the cheek, "Hi Andy, thanks for last night." Larry grinned at my reaction, "Relax Andy. Maria always puts the new guys through the ropes before letting them loose on our customers. It's just that we like to check that they behave themselves." "And you young man behaved just perfectly." Maria added. "I was treated like a princess before bed and in bed." I just sat back and smiled at the conspiracy. And so began my career as a male escort. I usually got one job a week, sometimes two. There's not so much demand for straight male escorts compared to women. But one or two was just fine. It was interesting meeting women who were willing to pay for sex, and I had no real bad experiences. None of the ladies were exactly beautiful, and some not particularly desirable, but I did my best to make them all happy. After a few months, Larry and Maria invited me to a swinger's party, and my introduction to group sex was completed. They swung with three other couples on a regular basis, and I was the extra male to ensure that the women were well catered for. Group sex is not to be under estimated, and I learnt a lot from some very experienced people. One of the ladies just loved taking on all of us guys while the rest of the ladies looked on, and it was always us men that petered out as she was completely tireless. Later in the piece I got a job with a married couple. The husband wanted to watch his wife do it with another man, so I gave her a good plugging which made him a happy man. I must have made a good job of it, because he invited me back a few times for a repeat performance. For the next year or so, my busy life was taken up with work and socialising. Most of the escort work was during week nights, but there were the odd Saturday nights. As time went on, my thoughts drifted to Danielle less and less. We still communicated, mostly by e-mail, but the messages got less and less frequent. Apart from the escort work, I met the odd girl and bedded them when I could. The fact that I'd become a little emotionless around women worried me sometimes, but most of the time I didn't care, for I was having a real good time. I kept the escort work secret from my friends, for it would've caused problems one way or another. I always dined clients at restaurants away from my normal haunts in case I ran into someone I knew. Luckily it never happened. On most Friday nights, I met up with friends at Appaloosa, a popular and busy bar in the middle of town. We'd usually stayed until closing time and then continue drinking at someone's house. If we were lucky, we'd drag a few ladies along with the hope of getting laid. This Friday night was no different, and I was in a group of people when I felt an arm go through mine, and a very familiar voice close to my ear. "Hi mister, wanna buy this girl a drink?" I looked down into Danielle's smiling face, and my heart fluttered a thousand times. "Jeeeeeeeeesus, what are you doing here?" I asked. I never got an answer, for Danielle was immediately surrounded with people greeting her. I stood back and let my eyes drift over her. She'd changed, her hair was cut nearly razor short, but it still looked good to me. Her jeans hugged her curves, but she'd certainly lost a little weight. Black leather boots lifted her a few inches from the floor making her taller than I remembered. But it was soon more her mannerisms that held my interest, her big smile and that cheeky laugh, the way that she talked with her hands. Eventually, she turned back to me and gazed into my eyes; she smiled as her arms encircled me and held me tight. "I've missed you." she whispered. "Me too, wanna drink?" I asked. "Yep, but not here. Let's find somewhere quiet where we can talk." We said our goodbyes and headed out of Appaloosa and across the road to a small bar. After ordering drinks, we found a small table and made ourselves comfortable. "So, how come your back here?" I asked Danielle grinned sheepishly, "Lost my job, run out of money, my sister moved in with some guy and winter was coming. Wasn't much to stay there for, that's for sure. Anyway, aren't you pleased to see me?" "Of course, it's a great surprise." I offered. For the next half hour, Danielle told me abut her travels around UK and Europe. It sounded like she had a good time, but was now tired of it all, and home had drawn her home. Eventually the conversation turned to me. "How's your love life, I suppose you've been a busy boy while I was away?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders, "No one special, been busy working most of the time. How about you?" Danielle looked nervously over her glass at me, "Shall we have confession time?" "Do you think we should?" "Maybe, just to clear things up between us." "You first." I urged. She leaned back on her chair and hesitated, "All truth and nothing but the truth?" "Yep." "I had sex four times while I was away." Danielle stated. "Three different guys, and twice with another. It wasn't that I was really interested in the guys; it was just that I was drunk and horny, and needed to get laid. Your turn." Now it was my turn to hesitate. I considered lying for about a second, but I hated doing that. It would only come out sometime later, and it would likely cause trouble. If I was going to come clean, this was the opportunity to do so. I quickly estimated that over the twelve months, I'd had bedded in excess of forty different women. A lot of my escort work had been regulars, and plus all the casual pick ups it came to a tidy number. "C'mon cough up." Danielle pressed. "Around forty." "FORTY?" she exclaimed. "I've been doing a bit of male escort work." I replied quietly. Danielle just looked at me with a stunned look on her face, "You're kidding me, right?" I shook my head, and then told about how I met Larry and his little business proposition without going into all the gory details. To give Danielle her due, she listened with interrupting me once. "That's absolutely disgusting. How could you do it?" "It was good fun." I answered with dignity. "And the women were happy enough to pay for my services. Maybe I should've been charging you for my services." Danielle laughed loudly, "Not a chance. You weren't good enough." I grinned back over the table and our eyes held for what seemed an age. "It's really good to see you again." I said truthfully while also wanting to change the subject. "Ditto, but the escort thing's got me off balance. So tell me, why was it all so interesting?" Over the next ten minutes, I told Danielle of some of my exploits. Like how Maria tried me out, and the threesomes and the swingers. How some of the regulars had become friends in an odd way; and that most of the married ladies were bored with their husbands and just wanted some excitement and good loving in their lives. She listened as she emptied her glass until I'd finished. "Well, you haven't exactly convinced me that you're the clean wholesome guy I left behind, all you've done is made me horny." she commented smugly. "If you've got the money, I've got the time." I replied cheekily. She leaned across the table so that our faced were close, "Listen you, I can get laid anytime I like. The likelihood of me paying for it is nil, just you remember that." Her face was so close to mine, I simply leaned forward and place my lips on hers. The intensity between us was electric, and our tongues quickly darted forward to play. Her hand slipped over mine and gripped it tightly as we enjoyed the moment. "I think we'd better go." she suggested after breaking the kiss. We were soon walking back to my car, Danielle's arm firmly around me as she snuggled into me. I in turn held her tight to make sure that there was no escape, for I wanted this woman more than anything in the world. Before I managed to start the engine, Danielle knelt on the passenger seat and kissed me passionately, her hands holding my head as her mouth made love to me. I allowed my hands to roam freely over her body before sliding between her thighs; she then pushed my hand away and broke the kiss, and told me to drive fast, very fast in fact. Inside my apartment, Danielle led my willing body to the middle of the lounge. She held me tight and kissed me, and I could taste the tears from her eyes as our passion grew. She then broke from my arms and held me at arms length. "Stand still and say nothing." she urged. Our lips quickly touched, her tongue attacking mine as she undid my shirt and dropped it to the floor. She dropped to her knees and removed my shoe and socks before reaching for the buckle of my belt. My jeans soon hit the floor and I stepped out of them leaving me completely nude. Danielle's eyes explored my body and fell to my erection which was just begging for her attention. I reached for her, but she pushed my hands away. Her hands pulled her top over her head, and she slipped her boots from her feet. Her jeans were quickly down leaving her only in a pair of matching red panties and a bra. My desire was indescribable as she let me gaze her lovely tan body, her breasts nearly falling out of her bra, her waist narrow and her hips full, her thighs round and full. She stepped close and again kissed me, and my wandering hands were again pushed away. "No touching." she whispered as her tongue slipped down my chest and toyed with my nipples. Danielle lowered herself to her knees and kissed her way downwards until my erection was in front of her face. She looked at it for a few seconds as I made it dance in front of her face. She smiled up at me while running her cheeks along the length of the shaft. "I think it still remembers me." she commented smugly. I leaned forwards hoping to present my cock to her mouth, but she deftly avoided it and got to her feet. She moved behind me kissing my back and shoulders as her hands explored my body. My arousal was now intense, and I wanted to attack Danielle, but the thrilling anticipation was also strong and held me back, for the time being. Eventually, she kissed her way to the front of me, but again pushed my hands away as I tried to touch her. She smiled and took a step back awhile undoing her bra and letting it slide forward over her arms to the floor. A large grin appeared on her face as I leered lustfully at her full breasts as she caressed them tantalisingly before me. Stepping close to me, she placed her erect nipples gently on my chest and moved them back and forth, ignoring my erection which was now stabbing her firmly in the stomach. I tried to take her in my arms, but her hands took my wrists and again pushed them away. A Fine Looking Man "No touching, just kissing." she urged. Knowing that I'd have to play her game, I kissed my way to her breasts and suckled on each nipple, lowering myself to my knees my tongue slipped down her navel to her panties. Danielle squirmed as I licked her outer thighs, her skin smooth under my tongue as I slid to the front of her panties. I savoured her unique odour, as my tongue slipped between her thighs to caress the material of her panties. And then Danielle stepped away from me, and turned towards the bedroom. By the time I got to my bed, Danielle was sprawled across it waiting for me. We were soon lying side by side, my hand between her thighs stroking her through her panties. We kissed passionately as I attempted to slip her panties down, but my hand was eased away from her most desired place. I rolled closer and tried to slip my cock between her thighs, but alas her thighs closed like vice. She then moved away and knelt beside my shoulders, her mouth was soon upon mine and we kissed for what seemed an age. By this time I was frantic with sexual desire, I was at boiling point at nearly beyond the point of compromise. Using my superior strength, I rolled Danielle on to her back and slipped over her body. I was again thwarted as her legs closed tightly to prevent me settling between them. Moving up her body, I slipped my cock between her breasts for some gratification, and she smiled at the circumcised head of my cock only inches from her mouth. Her arms slipped around my shoulders and pushed me downwards so that our faces were close. "So, how much do you want me?" she whispered. "More than anything in the whole wide world." I answered honestly. I felt her hands leave my shoulders and slip downwards to her panties; she lifted her buttocks from the bed and pushed them downwards until she could kick them off, and only then did she spread her shapely thighs for me. Before I could bring my impatient cock to bear, Danielle raised her legs and placed them over my shoulders. I gazed down at her lovely pussy as her hand reached for my cock and directed it towards her parted lips. "I've missed you." she murmured as my cock penetrated deep inside her warmness. I'll never forget that moment as my cock sunk to the hilt, the deliciously wet warm sensation of a tight pussy of a woman that I really cared for. Danielle pushed up and sighed as she rotated her pussy against me. I leaned in hard and made her moan with pleasure before slipping all the way out and then hard in again. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." she sighed while moved her legs down and pinning my buttocks tightly. Her armed encircled my neck pinning my lips to hers as I began to ride her with long strokes. I soon began to taste her salty tears and I broke the kiss. "You okay?" I asked. "Just happy." she replied. Danielle let her tears flow freely, the moment she had been waiting for had finally arrived. She had the man she loved most in the whole world between her thighs, and now nothing else mattered. She had missed this man desperately in her life, his good looks and nice body, his humour and his good loving. In her travels, she had indeed let other men between her thighs, but only when in a drunken stupor. And afterwards, the shame of what she'd done had tragically depressed her. She had returned home worried that he'd found someone else, and that he might not want her anymore. She remembered how her heart churned when her eyes found him at the Appaloosa a few hours previous. The thrill of his surprise would be etched in her mind forever, and how his eyes wandered over her body while they were in the bar. She wanted him in her arms the moment she caught sight of him, the desire for his body warming her soul as well as her panties. And now she had him securely between her thighs, his hard cock stabbing her deeply and lovingly. I soon settled down into a nice rhythm as we once again became familiar with each others bodies and technique. Danielle held my face in her hands and covered me with little kisses, only breaking now and then for a tongue on tongue passionate encounter. Every stroke of my cock was met with a rolling of her buttocks, her pussy gripping me tightly as it moved up and down my shaft. It was the first time in a year that I wasn't wearing a condom, and I'd almost forgotten how good going bare back was. I soon felt the first inkling of an orgasm, and I began to slow down to fight it off. But Danielle knew me well enough to read the signs. "Its okay to cum, I want to feel you do it inside me." she whispered into my ear. "I can go for longer." I wheezed. "It's okay, fill me up now. We can play for longer in the morning if you like." I kissed her and then relaxed a little allowing my orgasm to approach. Danielle held me tightly; her lips close to my ear as she urged me onwards. "That's it my sweet, fill me up with your cum. I want to feel you do it. C'mon, just for me." And seconds later, her wish was granted. I slowed almost to a stop so that I could savour that exquisite moment of letting go. I could feel my cum lubricate her pussy making it warmer as it sloshed inside her. "Mmmmmmmmm, it feels sooooooo nice." she whispered as I relaxed my spent body on hers. Again Danielle smothered me with little kisses before sliding out from under me and headed for the bathroom. I suddenly remembered her little ritual of allowing me cum inside her, but then rushing to the bathroom soon after to clean herself. She hated the feeling of dried cum inside her pussy lips. A few minutes later, she crawled into bed and snuggled up to me. "It's good to be home." she whispered. "It's good to have you home." I replied. "We'll talk in the morning, okay?" "I thought I was on a promise?" "Mmmmmm, depends what you look like in the morning." she said sleepily. "From what I remember, you usually have a face like a twisted boot." I laughed, "And you look just perfect I suppose?" "Of course." The thing is that Danielle was quite right; she did look great in the morning. She was cuddled in to me when I woke the next morning as the sun forced its way through the sheer curtains. She looked both beautiful and innocent as lay peacefully asleep on her back. Even without makeup, her face was naturally smooth and attractive; her short cropped hair looked like it had just been brushed. I gazed down at her with some pleasure, just happy she was back in my life again. My interest soon moved downwards and I eased the sheet from her body to take in her great legs. They lay slightly apart and one leg higher than the other. I focussed for some time on the triangle of trimmed brown curls that covered where her thighs met, then let my eyes move upwards to her narrow waist and her breasts. She stirred as the cooler air flowed over her body, and to keep her warm, I lowered my lips to her nipples and suckled on them. "Go away, I'm asleep." she muttered after awhile. But I kept on and began kissing my way up to her neck and earlobes, something she adored. "You're a nuisance." she added. Eventually, Danielle stirred enough to turn towards me and placed her lips on mine. We kissed tenderly for a short time before she slipped her thigh over mine allowing my now very erect cock to slip through her curls and between her fine pussy lips. For the next few minutes we gently explored each others bodies. "If we're gonna play, lets have a shower first." she suggested. "Do we need to?" "I want my pussy licked, and your cock's still mucky from last night, and I ain't licking that. Needing no further encouragement, I let Danielle drag me from the bed and into the shower. There was more foreplay than washing, and we stayed under the hot jets of water until the water began to run cold. After drying each other, we then headed back to bed. Danielle sat on the bed edge and got me to stand in front of her, and my cock was soon between her warm lips. Placing her hands on my thighs, she began to suckle me, and I could feel her tongue working the underside of my cock as her lips moved back and forth. Danielle had always been a good cock sucker, it was something she enjoyed doing rather than just being a chore. I soon began to feel the first stirrings of and orgasm, and wisely took a step back from those wonderful lips. She grinned up at me knowing the reason why. I knelt before her and opened her thighs to take in her beauty, and then began to kiss my way up her smooth thighs. I could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy as I closed in on it. Now, I reckon there are nice looking pussies, and some damn outright ugly ones too, especially those with huge baggy misshapen lips. But to me, Danielle's pussy was just perfect. Her curls had been neatly trimmed in a triangle leading down around a luscious shapely pair of lips. It was a lovely shade of pink, the inner lips slightly lighter in colour. Her clitoris usually remained hidden unless aroused where it would protrude substantially from its hiding place. And being surrounded by a pair of lovely round thighs, it was close to heaven as one could get being this close to the ground. Danielle squirmed as my tongue slipped between her lips and explored her lovely warm cavern. I took nice long licks up and down the length of it before settling on her clitoris. Sucking it deep into my mouth, I held it gently between my teeth as my tongue tormented it. My hands held her thighs firmly as she writhed against my face, her arousal soaking my face with her juices. I worked diligently as Danielle encouraged me with those little moans of pleasure that I remembered so well. I slipped a finger inside her and felt her pussy push down on it to direct it to her g spot. My first finger was joined by a second and a third, and Danielle's squirming became so pronounced that I was unable to keep my face between her lips. I quickly sat up and placed the thumb of my free hand on to her clitoris and rotated it in time with her writhing. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, you dirty filthy bastaaaaaaaaard." she scolded as she pushed back on my hands. I chuckled loudly, for I'd forgotten how she sometimes talked dirty before orgasm. For the next minute or so, Danielle squired and writhed before me, her hands clutching the sheets and her face now distorted in pre-orgasmic tension. I concentrated hard to ensure that I maintained my rhythm under her continually moving body. And then suddenly, Danielle raised her buttocks high off the bed and groaned as her orgasm arrived and soared through her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." I watched with fascination as Danielle's body shuddered with little tremors before eventually she began to relax. I removed my hands and looked down at her pussy; her lips were wide and her wide opening on full view. The sheet below was already soaking up her juices now running freely from her opening. I eased myself over her body and guided my cock between her lips, it was so warm and wet it took a while to feel the insides of her tunnel. Her arms and legs quickly embraced me as I began to ride her slowly. "Welcome home." I whispered in her ear. She chuckled, "This is some home coming; you ain't lost your touch, that's for sure." "That's why I'm charging the big bucks." I joked. "You ain't that good." "You want me to stop?" "Mmmmmmm, not yet." We lost track of time, both content to make love slowly and passionately. For me it was a time of remembering how much this woman meant to me. I was making love with someone I truly cared for the first time in over a year, and I'd forgotten what it was all about. It was inevitable that Danielle's pussy was getting a little delicate from its beating, and it was soon time to call it quits before it was ruined for good. "Can I suck your cock if I let you cum on my face?" she asked. "Nope." "Why not?" "Cause you're no good at it." Danielle laughed huskily, "Really, I used to be. Maybe I need some more practice, you sure I can't tempt you?" "Well, I suppose." I replied reluctantly while slipping from between her thighs and rolling onto my back. Danielle took one look at my cock and screwed her face up, " Eww, I'm not lickin that." While my cock still stood proudly towards the ceiling, it was gooey from top to bottom with a pool of muck through my pubic hair. "Go on, get on with it." I demanded with false bravery. "I've just had my face buried in your mess." She smiled sweetly, "That just shows how dumb you are." Before my cock slipped between her lips, Danielle made a trip to the bath room and returned with a cold wet face cloth. With torturous intent, she cleaned my cock before tossing the offending cloth over my face. But all was forgiven as she knelt between my thighs and began to suckle me. To cut a long story short, Danielle produced one of her best performances to date. Her hands teased as her mouth worked me to an absolute frenzy, twice bring me to the brink before letting me go. But the third time was different, and as I was about to cum, Danielle leaned forward, placed the head of my cock into her mouth as her hand swept swiftly up and down my shaft. She looked into my eyes as I emptied my loins into her waiting mouth, her lips just relaxing briefly to allow the overflow of my cum dribble from her mouth over her flying hand. The erratic upward movement of her hand sending cum high over her nose and cheek, but she ignored it and worked me until I could cum no more. When I'd finished, she opened her mouth and allowed large globules of cum to run down over my cock. I watched with glee as she then rubbed her face up and down the length for a few seconds leaving her cheeks in an awful gooey mess. "No kissing." I stated firmly. Her eyes quickly found mine, and I could see mischief in them as she eased herself upwards along my body. "Oh no you don't." I cried while rolling from the bed and onto my feet. But Danielle was quick and she pounced on me from the bed, and we wrestled playfully as she tried to wipe her face on me, but we soon fell giggling onto the bed. Danielle picked up my pillow and wiped her face with it just to prove that she had won, and I just grinned lovingly at her. We were still in bed in a post orgasmic cuddle when Danielle rolled over and sat astride me. She placed her hand on the bed and leaned over me. "I've got a problem, a no where to live problem." "You can live here." "What exactly does that mean?" "What do you think it means? It means that I really want to fuck you every night." Her finger clasped my nipples and gave then a not so gentle squeeze, "I'm being serious here." "So am I. I want you to move in." "You know what I'm asking don't you?" "Nope." I lied. "Same conditions as before. I want us to be together, but I won't share you. You have to be a hundred percent committed." I looked up at Danielle and smiled, "I love you." It was unexpected, and Danielle looked down at me to see if I was joking, which by the way, I wasn't. I watched as two tears rolled down her face and dropped on to mine, she lowered her face and licked them from me before kissing me passionately. "I love you too." she said a few seconds later. I can't begin to tell you how happy Danielle's return made me. It was like this big world of happiness arrived. Her affection and mannerisms, her constant humour and attention just made all the difference. Just waking up beside her and cuddling up to her lovely body was a perfect start to any day. I also did my part, no more escort work and my eyes were only for her. And as the weeks past us by, our relationship just got stronger and stronger. Sexually, we were on fire if you pardon the pun. I think it was the fact we could have easily have not gotten back together and not had the relationship we now had. And maybe the fact that we'd each been a little naughty while were apart added a little zest. Danielle struggled with the escort thing for a little while, the fact I'd slept with women for money was hard for her to understand. I can't end this story with out telling about this amusing little incident. A few months after Danielle returned; we were sitting in a little Asian food court that we like. After our meal, we were sitting close and doing a little public flirting, you know, holding hands and looking into each others eyes, and maybe the old little innocent kiss. At the next table sat two elderly but quite elegantly dressed ladies, but we were initially blissfully unaware of their watchful eyes. That was until one of them caught Danielle's attention. "What a nice young man you have there." one of them commented with a mischievous smile. "Don't suppose we could borrow him could we, just for awhile?" Danielle's eyes soon found mine. "Well, maybe I........" But Danielle's fingers pinched my lips together in a flash, and she looked at me with murderous intent. "Don't you even think about it." She then turned sweetly to the two ladies, "I'm sorry, but he's all mine." The two ladies smiled knowingly, and one replied, "The good ones always are, pity really." Then it was laughs all round. Anyway, getting back to us, I have no doubt that Danielle and I are in this for the long haul. We're both blissfully happy and content, and ready to move to the next stage of life upon this earth. I know that Danielle would make a wonderful mother and the maternal thing is getting stronger all the time. There's probably a few other things to happen before that, but we'll happily take that journey together as it comes.