Learning from experience (open 1 Female)

[MikeTX76798]

Michael paced the room of his appartment in front of the panoramic view of the nighttime city below. An uptown loft was the perks of being a 19 year old trust fund baby entering his sophomore year. There were a lot of perks, but there were downsides as well, such as the stilted, sometimes stammering, shy person he had become. He got along well enough with his friends, but he was... stiff. With hair parted straight down the middle and an afinity for slacks and sweaters, he could, on his worst days, look like something straight out of dead-poet's society, except the guys in that movie would probably have had more female companionship by his age than he had. Every girl liked him instantly. None of them wanted him... instantly.
For the third time, he picked up the phone to dial that number back... to call it off. It was assanine! It was pathetic! How could he face his friends, knowing he had had to pay for his first time! No, no matter how much he wanted to feel the touch of a woman, the warmth of her skin, surely this wasn't the way to go about it. He wouldn't know what to say, what to do, I mean, with a professional! No, this was it, he was calling it off. He picked up the phone, and started to dial at the instant that there was a soft knock on the door.
It stoped him as stock still as a stone, he didn't move for so long that the knock came again. Not hurried, not impatient, three gentle raps on the door. He crossed the room, intensly aware of the sound of his loafers on the floor, and he opened the door. He looked at her, from the ground up, the evening gown she wore showing everything important, leaving just the right ammount to the imagination. When he reached her face, he knew he couldn't call this off.

"Hel- Hello. Come on - I mean come in... Would you like... c-could I get you..."

Open for one female.

 

[plainjane]

Jane

He just stammerred. I'd gone to all this trouble to put on a long dress and fix my hair and make-up just perfectly, and all he could do was stammer.

He didnt even invite me in at first, but I stepped in anyway. He tried to offer me something like a drink maybe, but that wasnt what I was there for.

I'd been with lots of men who were tongue-tied when they hired a hooker from the escort service. I had to put him at ease. I just said "stand right there", and stepped over and planted a kiss on his mouth. Then I did it again, this time letting my tongue graze his lips.

A whore doesnt usually kiss on the mouth but I had to break the ice, and this was the best way I knew.