Unfortunately, it means hurting Dan. He and I are supposed to go away, I think for the whole weekend, and I’m hoping you’ll take my place. I honestly hope the two of you will have a good time. I’ll leave it up to you as to what you do together, I know how ‘wild’ you can be sometimes and if the two of you… well, enjoy.
The only thing I ask is that you be honest with him and explain everything to him as best you can. He’s one of the sweetest and most caring men you’ll ever know.
Tell him I’m sorry but I have to do what my heart says I must.
Love,
Jen
“I still don’t understand,” I said when I looked up from the letter.
“Maybe I should try and explain it a little better then,” she paused as she shifted on the couch. “As I told you earlier, I’m the black sheep of the family and in my case, that means I’ve done a lot of crazy things that my family has been embarrassed by.”
“Like what?” I asked, my curiosity slowly overcoming my pain.
“Let’s see. Ummmmm… I’ve worked as a professional model, both fashion and nude.”
“Okay, so what?” I asked getting more intrigued by the woman sitting across from me.
“… I’ve been a stripper in a men’s club,”
“Okay, I’ve known a few of the girls at school that have worked at clubs to make money for tuition and so on.”
“… and even worked as a high-class escort, with all that implies.”
“Wow,” I muttered, my interest suddenly jumping several points.
“But, while I was doing that, I earned two degrees; one in business and the other fashion design without my family’s help. At the same time, I learned a lot about myself including that I like who and what I am. I like the body I have and the looks I get from people when they see me,” she paused as I looked at her, head-to-toe.
“I’ve also learned that I love to, excuse the language, fuck… especially younger men. There’s just something about having a nice, hard cock sliding in and out of me. Some would say I’m a nymphomaniac but I prefer to think of myself as a liberated woman. I think that might be why Jen asked me to come here and spend the next three days with you. So, that being said, I’m all yours to do with as you please. We can talk, go out to a movie, or dinner, or we can fuck until neither of us can move. The choice is yours.”
“I’m not sure what to say,” I replied, my mind still in a daze. “This is probably one of the most bizarre things that’s ever happened to me. I’m not sure where to start.”
“Then how about we start with the basics. I’m 32 years old, which makes me… what?… six years older than you?”
I nodded my head.
“And I’m 5-foot 9-inches tall. I’m a natural brunette as you may have noticed when you saw me in the shower. My eyes are blue-green, like right now, but I like to wear colored contacts once in awhile for the fun of it. My tits are 36D, though I sometimes have to wear a DD-cup depending on the manufacturer,” she said, quite matter-of-factly.
“My waist is 28, and my hips are 37. My gynecologist told me once that my body was made to be loved, and while I’ve done plenty of ‘loving’, I don’t have any children… yet. It’s on my list of things to do… right after I find the right guy. Furthermore, I like to sunbathe, preferably in the nude and I keep my pussy hair sculpted. Anything else you’re interested in knowing you’re going to have to come over here to find out,” she finished as she patted the couch next to her.
I sat where I was for a moment wondering if this was all a dream that I’d soon wake up from or if it was the start of the wildest adventure in my life. Unsure of what else to do, I stood and slowly walked to the couch, taking a seat next to her.
The hours slipped away in what felt only like minutes. We talked about our childhoods, our educations, and our likes and dislikes, the whole time avoiding the one topic we both knew needed to be discussed. It wasn’t until we noticed that the room was getting dim that we realized how late it was.
“Wow!! Six o’clock already. I’m famished,” she said.
“I am too,” I replied just as my stomach rumbled.
We both laughed.
“What do you say to the idea of going out for dinner?” I asked, timidly.
She looked at me for the briefest of moments before she answered. “I think I’d like that. Just give me a couple of minutes to freshen up,” she continued as she stood and headed up to the loft.
“Okay. I’ll call around and see if there’s any place decent that has any tables available.”
When she returned, she was wearing the same clothes she’d been wearing earlier but there was something different about her that made me tremble as I watched her come down the stairs. Maybe it was the make-up, or the delicate fragrance of her perfume, or the aura of confidence that seemed to flow from her but my cock instantly began to harden.
“Where to?” she asked.
“Angelo’s,” I replied.
The quizzical look on her face told me she’d never heard of it.
“It’s one of the newest, and best restaurants in the area. Fortunately, I know the manager from college and he said he’d set aside a table for us.”
“Mmmmm, that sounds marvelous.”
The night was clear and warm so I opened the sunroof as we drove to the restaurant, watching the breeze rustle through her hair. When we arrived, we were escorted to a table that overlooked a local lake. The sound of the water lapping against the shore acted as an undercurrent to the soft music playing in the background.
Since I’d had already called ahead, the first course, a thick, savory soup made of fresh vegetable and herbs quickly appeared on our table, accompanied by a bottle of dry, white wine.
“Be careful,” I warned, “it’s pretty spicy.” Fortunately, the chef had added a small plate of heavy, brown bread cubes to help reduce the ‘bite’.
“Phew. This is spicy. It’s making me tingle all over,” she said as she took a drink of wine and ate a small piece of the bread before taking another spoonful.
I hardly heard her as I watched her sip the soup through her puckered lips. “She looks so sexy. I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips pressed against mine?” I thought.
The appetizers followed, consisting of a variety of sea food, including shrimp, crab, and escargot. There was a small plate of fresh, crisp vegetables with a creamy dip alongside it to help to clear our palate.
We sat talking about anything and virtually everything that came to mind, growing closer by the moment.
Once again, I found myself mesmerized by the beauty before me. I watched her tongue slowly exit her mouth to guide a piece of food into it, the way her throat moved when she drank, and how her face flushed when she ate a particularly spicy piece of food. It was lucky for me that the noise around us concealed the low primal moan that rumbled in my chest when I imagined what it would be like to have her tongue battling with mine in a lover’s kiss. It was also lucky that she couldn’t see the bulge in the front of my pants as I watched her.
The main course was Pasta Alfredo with finely diced oysters and a basket of fresh bread sticks.
“Mmmmmmmm, this is delicious but remember what they say about oysters,” she giggled as she lifted her wine glass in a toast.