changing her expression, she slipped one foot out of her shoe and stretched her foot across the space between them and rested her stocking-covered toes against the swelling in his crotch.
His startled look, followed by a shift of position to place her foot more firmly against his zipper, told Maggie exactly what she was doing to him. “Shit, baby, let’s get out of here,” he moaned.
“The waiter hasn’t brought your credit card back,” Maggie said, feigning an innocent expression. She wiggled her toes in his lap. “As I remember, I was unzipping your pants. Tell me more. I want to know exactly how you see this evening we’re going to have.”
She watched Frank take a deep breath. “I can’t think when you do that.”
Again she silently raised an eyebrow. She was in charge now, quite deliberately turning Frank on, a man she had met only three hours before.
His voice uneven, he continued. “You were unzipping my pants and taking out my cock. It’s so hard it sticks up like a flagpole. You’re wrapping your hand around it and licking your lips.”
Maggie slowly ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. “Like this?”
At that moment, the waiter returned with Frank’s charge slip, which he signed with an obviously shaking hand. As he wrote, Maggie moved her toes in his lap. As the waiter took the restaurant copy, Maggie asked, “Could I have just a bit more coffee?”
“Certainly, madame.”
“But, Maggie, I thought we were going to my room.” He was almost whining.
“We will. But I need just a bit more coffee and you haven’t finished your story. I was holding your cock, as I recall. Squeezing it as it sticks up through the opening in your pants. Let’s see, I’m wearing a black lace bra, bikini panties, and my high black shoes. Right?” Bob had taught her about the power of a well-set erotic scene and he had marveled at her ability to use words to turn him on. Now she was using all her skill to turn Frank on. And it was working better than she could have imagined.
Frank was again lost in his fantasy. “Right,” he whispered.
“And I’ll bet you want me to take your cock into my mouth and suck you.”
“Oh, yes,” he groaned as the waiter refilled Maggie’s coffee cup. Without removing her hand from his, or her foot from his lap, she poured cream into her cup and stirred.
When he didn’t continue, she said, “You want me to touch the tip of your cock with my lips, kiss it, lick it, make it wet.” She deliberately slowed the cadence of her speech. “Then I can slowly suck it into my mouth. Very slowly. Pulling it deeper and deeper into that hot, wet cave.”
Frank’s eyes closed, obviously lost in the fantasy.
“Now I pull back, but I keep sucking so your cock pulls out so slowly. Down and up, my mouth is driving you crazy.” She remembered a trick Bob had taught her. “But I wrap my fingers around the base of your cock so you can’t come as I keep on sucking. I don’t want you to come yet, baby.”
“But I want to come.”
“Not until we’re both ready. So now I pull my panties off and rub myself. I’m very wet, you know. I let you lick my finger so you can taste me. Do I taste good?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Good. Now I pull off your pants, but I leave your shirt on. It’s very sexy for me to see you all dressed in your business shirt and tie while I slowly put a cold, lubricated condom over your cock. It feels tight, like it’s hugging you. Now I push you down onto the bed, straddle your waist and use the tip of your slippery cock to play with myself.” She looked at his closed eyes. “Can you see me?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice harsh and almost inaudible.
“Let me take off my bra so you can watch my breasts as I play with your cock. I’m rubbing my clit now. It’s hard and you can even feel it against your cock. And I’m so wet. Your hips are moving, trying to push your cock inside. Shall I let you?”
“Please.”
“Yes, I will. I lower myself onto you, pulling you deep inside. You fill me up so well, baby. I raise up and drop, over and over, fucking you so good. Do you want to come now? I’m almost ready.” With his eyes closed, Frank groaned. Maggie rubbed her foot along the length of his cock under the tablecloth.
“I’m almost ready. Almost. Wait for me, baby.” Maggie was so turned on by her description of Frank’s fantasy that if she reached under the table and touched herself, she would come. But she didn’t.
“Yes, baby,” she said. “I’m coming now. You can feel my pussy squeezing your cock. Come with me.”
“Yes,” Frank groaned. Then his eyes flew open. “No.” He pushed Maggie’s foot from his lap. “Not here.”
“No. Not here,” Maggie said. “But I need a trip to the ladies’ room first.” To remove her pantyhose. When she returned, Frank was waiting for her with her coat in his hands. “My hotel is just around the corner.”
Maggie slipped her arms into the sleeves. “Good,” she said. “I find I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
“Are you sure you’re not a professional at this? No offense.”
“No offense taken. And no, I’m not a pro.”
“Well, you should be. I’ve been with my share of professional entertainers and no one holds a candle to you.”
As they walked out of the restaurant, Maggie asked, “You’ve been with call girls?”
“Sure. Sometimes the company provides entertainment for the out-of-town reps. And not one of them could come close to the way you turn me on. That little story back there…” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Holy shit.”
“I enjoy turning men on. I dated a lot before I met Bob, and then he taught me about fantasy and lots of variations on straight sex. I love it all.”
“You should get paid for it.”
“How much do call girls make?”
“The classy ones like you make hundreds a night.”
“Hundreds of dollars?” Maggie gasped.
They turned the corner and approached Frank’s hotel. “Sure. I know a few people and I could introduce you.”
“Hmmm.”
Maggie looked at Barbara. “The evening went exactly like the fantasy we had created.” She took a drink from her coffee cup. “And he introduced me to someone who introduced me to someone else and, as they say, the rest is history.”
“Wow.”
“Yes. Wow. And I entertained men for twenty years.”
“Did you ever have any bad experiences? You read about hookers getting beaten up and stuff.”
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