Holiday Escort by Julia P. Lynde Page B

contract around her fingers, squeezing her. My back arched as I thrust myself at her with my need.
    I screamed her name as the orgasm blasted through my body, waves of bliss filling my brain and blocking out all thoughts but one.
    Hers.

Hers
    Afterwards, she wrapped me in her arms and held me, whispering quietly to me. My heart was bursting with joy. I fell asleep in her arms.
    I woke sometime in the middle of the night, Karen's arms around me. It felt odd. She was warm. I rolled over, waking her. She rolled onto her back, and I cuddled against her. I began stroking her body. She lied quietly while I touched her. I kept stroking her, my hand growing increasingly daring until finally I rested it against the outside of her vulva.
    Her eyes were closed, but her lips were parted.
    "I may not be very good," I told her quietly.
    In response her hand pressed over mine, and together we parted her. She guided me to her clitoris, then withdrew her hand. I could have found it without help, but I enjoyed the encouragement.
    For a long time I teased her clitoris. She squirmed against my hand, and her breathing grew shallow and rapid. I ran a finger along her entire slit; she seemed to enjoy it as much as I had.
    My head was resting on her shoulder. I could breath her scent and watch her face while my fingers continued to tease her slowly. From time to time she gasped.
    "Is this right?" I asked her.
    "Yes," she gasped.
    She let me continue to tease her like that for a while. I wanted to see her come, but I wasn't sure how. "Tell me."
    She reached down and moved my hand, pressing two of my fingers into her vagina. I slid in deeply, then curled my fingers, caressing her G-spot. "Harder, please," she directed. I felt her own fingers move to her clitoris, a nd she began panting. And then I felt her shudder, and she clenched around my fingers.
    "Don't stop," she said. " Ohhhh ."
    Working together, we pushed her over the edge, and she whispered, "Yes, ohhhh ," as she came, clenching and shuddering around my fingers.
    "I love you," I whispered to her, receiving a new set of shudders from her. She moved her hand over mine and pressed firmly, then pulled me away. I took my hand and slipped my fingers in my mouth, tasting her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Oh honey," she said as she watched me.
    My fingers were filled with her taste, and I decided I liked it. I pulled my fingers from my mouth and smiled. "I could get used to that taste," I told her.
    She pulled me tightly to her, clutching at me.
    "Is this real?" she asked.
    "Yes."
    She pushed me away and looked into my eyes. "Are you sure?"
    "Yes." I paused. "Roll over, I want to hold you for a while."
    She turned away from me and I wrapped my arms around her, snuggling as tightly to her as I could. I felt her shudder once.
    "Are you okay?"
    "Afterglow," she said.
    She caressed my arm and we fell asleep again.
    By the time we woke in the morning, we had moved away from each other. I woke in a strange bed with a strange view. My pillow smelled like Karen, and I remembered last night. I rolled over. Karen was watching me. I slid a hand towards her, under the covers, and she reached out and took it.
    "Regrets?" she asked.
    "No." I paused. "You?"
    "No. Are you really sure?"
    "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"
    "I've wanted you since you walked into my office."
    I smiled. "I thought you were so stunning and brilliant."
    We lied together, smiling and holding hands. It was all quite overwhelming, and the constant stream of endorphins was making me jittery.
    "I want to ask you something," I told her. She nodded. "Is this permanent?"
    She smiled. "It will be if I have any control over it," she replied. Her smile faded. "You may decide to leave."
    "You will stay away from the Tessies of the world."
    "That is one thing I can promise you. I will never stray."
    "Then we'll work the rest out, Karen." I thought about it. "I can't promise I'll be happy without a real job. My ego may take a hit