Desires
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“I will just check for you.”
Stacie wasn’t entirely sure if she was doing the right thing, but she knew if she walked away from the club that would be it. She would slip back into her boring life and be alone and never have the confidence to do anything.
“That would be eight hundred pounds.”
“Pardon?” Stacie knew it would be expensive but eight hundred…?
“Eight hundred pounds,” the receptionist obligingly repeated.
Stacie was suddenly unsure. It was a lot of money.
“Are you still there, Miss Clifford?”
“Sorry…just thinking. Just…just give me a moment.” Stacie considered her options. She had the money. She’d got a decent chunk from the divorce settlement and she’d been working shedloads of overtime this last year with very little time to spend it. Just do it!
“Okay, I’d like to book that please, if Dan’s available.”
“No problem,” the receptionist replied. “I will call Dan, and get back to you as soon as possible, Miss Clifford.”
Stacie made herself go into the kitchen and make a cup of coffee. Sitting by the phone waiting for it to ring was a little bit sad.
It rang just as she was pouring the hot water into the mug. She dashed into the bedroom and threw herself across the bed to pick it up before it stopped. “Hello, Stacie Clifford,” she answered breathlessly.
“Hello, Miss Clifford, it’s Shannon at Desires here. I have spoken to Dan, and he’s available for you in two hours.”
“That soon?” Stacie was shocked.
“Would you like me to call him and make it later?”
“No…that’ll be fine,” Stacie said, suddenly excited to see Dan sooner than she had thought.
“When you arrive, you can use your identity code to gain access to the building, now you’re a member. If that’s everything, Miss Clifford, we will see you soon.”
Two hours! Stacie didn’t have much time to get ready. She jumped in the shower and scrubbed herself clean. She blow dried her hair then straightened it. Make-up could wait till she got back. She had to buy some new underwear and clothes. It was surprising how one evening had made her totally rethink her dress sense. She had to get some sexier bras. She threw on some clothes, downed her now-cold coffee with a grimace and grabbed a cereal bar for breakfast, before heading out to the shops.
She picked up a couple of matching lingerie sets, one in classic red and black, and one encrusted with diamantés. It looked like it might be a little scratchy, but the effect was stunning.
She dithered over the ‘right’ sort of clothes for a while. Angel had said she hid all her best assets. Her skirt had been too long and her blouse too high. She didn’t want to go too far the other way, but perhaps she could show off a little more. She found a flippy little red skater skirt which hung to just above the knee and accentuated her waist whilst hiding her little belly. She’d never thought of herself as fat, but Graham had used to poke her tummy and call it her “beer belly”. He used to wobble it and yell, “FAAAAAAT,” as she lay in bed. And, if she got upset, he’d turn over in a huff and say he was only joking and she needed to get a sense of humour transplant.
She found a close-fitting black top with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline that showed a little more boob than the tops she usually wore, especially with her new push-'em-up-and-squash-'em-together bras.
She looked at stockings in the hosiery department, but lost her nerve at the last second. Maybe she could do stockings another time.
Stacie headed back to her rented one-bedroom, second floor flat. The décor was typical of a rented flat, white bathroom, and the open-plan living, dining and kitchen area painted uniformly magnolia, as was her plain bedroom. Dull, dull, dull, unlike the sumptuous rooms at Desires.
Stacie dashed into the bedroom and quickly applied some make-up before pulling on her new outfit. She twirled in the mirror. She actually looked pretty good. It was a long time since she had taken so much care in getting ready for a man.
At the beginning of their marriage she used to get dressed up for Graham on the rare occasions they went out, but when she came downstairs looking pretty, his lip would curl. He’d mutter something about mutton dressed as lamb, and he didn’t know who she thought she was trying to impress. One memorable time, he’d gone to the toilet and a man had come over to talk to her. She’d been polite but when Graham came out and saw her smiling at this other man, he had gone ballistic. He’d taken her home and accused her of sleeping with him. When she stuttered that he only asked her the time, he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her up against the wall. How dare she lie to him? She was a slut, a whore. Just look at the way she was dressed. She’d obviously encouraged this man. It was clear she was up for the taking. Then he dragged her upstairs and…well, she didn’t like to think of what he’d done to her. It was his right, as her husband. He’d told her that afterward.
She’d never dressed up for him after that.
Stacie pushed the disturbing memories from her head and concentrated on the future, on her forthcoming time with Dan. But her happy thoughts were marred by the memory of what Angel said to her. “No feelings for your tutor…”
Confused, Stacie examined her feelings. Dan was a nice young man and she had enjoyed spending time with him. It was no more than that. It was normal to have some sort of feelings surely. How could she not have some form of feelings for a man she was showing her body to? It wasn’t as if she was going to spend time with someone she disliked.
She packed a few changes of clothing and some toiletries into her small overnight case. Forget Angel. She would have a fantastic day and evening with Dan. Excitement fluttered in her belly as she wondered what his next session would involve. After her initial embarrassment, she was stunned to realize how much she had enjoyed the previous session. She was ready for more.
Stacie threw her bag in the car and drove to Desires. She parked her car and regarded the old Georgian building. Once more a tiny niggle of doubt lurked in the corner of her mind, but she squashed it. Come on, girl, we’re over this now. She climbed out the car and grabbed her handbag from the back seat, deciding to leave the case in the car.
It was another cold day and she quickly made her way to the main entrance, digging out her phone for the identity code. She punched it in and the door released. Her steps more confident than yesterday, she walked down to the reception area.
A different receptionist greeted Stacie. This one had short dark hair, black-framed glasses similar to Angel’s, and wore a pinstripe suit. “Good afternoon, Stacie, how are you today?”
After a surprised moment that the receptionist knew her name, Stacie realized the identity code on the intercom must be linked to the computer. She smiled. “Fine, thank you.” The receptionist discreetly handed her a piece of paper, which she realized was an invoice.
The credit card transaction was completed quickly. “Dan will be ready for you shortly. Would you like to take a seat?” the receptionist said, giving Stacie her receipt and card back. Stacie sat on the leather couch and waited, her knee jiggling impatiently.
It seemed like forever, but was probably only a few minutes later when the receptionist said, “Miss Clifford? Dan’s ready for you.”
“Thank you,” Stacie said, leaping to her feet and picking up her bag.
“It’s the same room as last night. Do you remember your way?” the receptionist asked with a smile at Stacie’s eagerness.
“Yes…Yes I do, thank you,” Stacie told her, trying not to run to the staircase.
“Have fun,” she heard the receptionist say. Stacie decided not to comment.
Stacie made her way up the fabulous staircase. Her heart raced and her tummy knotted. Was it nerves or excitement? She arrived at the first floor and looked down the corridor. Dan was waiting for her at the door. He smiled when he saw her. “Here we go,” she murmured to herself, before plastering on a smile that was mostly genuine and making her way toward him.
“Afternoon,” the woman said, approaching Stacie. She staggered and lost her balance, almost falling on top of Stacie. The woman’s breath smelled fusty at such close quarters and Stacie recoiled.
“Afternoon,” she replied, hesitantly.
Stacie turned to watch the woman walking down the corridor, losing her footing as she went. She shook her head and turned back to where Dan was waiting for her when a sound from behind her drew her attention again. Stacie turned back around to see the woman had walked into the naked statue. She stifled a semi-horrified giggle then continued quickly to where Dan waited patiently.
“Hello Stacie,” he said, taking a few steps to close the distance between them. He leaned forward to give her a kiss on the cheek, placing his hands briefly on her waist as he did so. She inhaled his delicious chocolaty smell.
“Hi,” she said back. They walked to the door together and he held back to allow her to enter first. The smell of fresh flowers greeted her as she walked in. It came from a large colourful bouquet arranged attractively in a vase which sat on the small coffee table, along with a basket of fruit and a chilled bottle of Cava in an ice bucket.
“I thought you might like a drink as you’ve booked to stay overnight. My treat.”
Stacie turned to look at him. He was sporting the lumberjack look today, wearing a red and white checked shirt, which hung open, showing off his lean yet muscular chest and his youthful six-pack. His faded blue jeans sat just below his waist showing a Calvin Klein waistband. He hadn’t shaved but instead of looking unkempt, his stubble made him look sexier than ever, and a little dangerous. She never usually went for the rough look, but with Dan she could definitely be persuaded.
“How are you feeling today? You look amazing,” he said as he closed the door.
“I’m feeling pretty good actually, considering how nervous I was yesterday.”
“That’s great. It’s pretty normal to be nervous though, don’t worry.”
His tone was authoritative and Stacie wondered for a brief second how he knew, before she realized he had probably done this before, with other women. The thought disturbed her. Jealous, Stacie? This is a man who is paid to have sex with women. He’s not your boyfriend. Get over it.
“So you have me booked until lunch tomorrow,” he was saying when she dragged her thoughts away from the worrying turn they had taken.
“That’s okay, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is.”
Of course it is, Stacie. You’re paying him.
Trying to calm her tumultuous thoughts, Stacie walked over to the small table and pulled a grape off the bunch. She popped it in her mouth and placed her handbag on the floor.
Dan walked across the room and pulled out the stool again, placing it to face the bed, in the same position as before.
“So, how did you find last night?” he asked.
“Interesting. But nice,” she said, glancing at him to see his reaction.
“Good. What I thought we could do this session is move a little further on.”
How much further? Stacie wanted to ask, but her mouth wouldn’t work.
“When you are ready, I’d like you to sit on the bed like yesterday.”
Stacie removed her coat and draped it over the back of one of the chairs, then walked over to the bed and sat, positioning her knees between his thighs. Not as nervous as yesterday, she found it easier to make direct eye contact with those stunning chocolaty eyes. He placed his hands on her knees and she shivered.
“Are you feeling anxious?” he asked.
“A little.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re in charge, remember. Anything you don’t like, we stop instantly.”
Stacie nodded, barely listening, watching his mouth move as he spoke, wanting to taste those full lips, wanting to…oh, he was talking again!
“We’re going to do the same as last night only this time you’re going to get hotter.”
How much hotter? I want to shag you. Can I shag you?
He pushed her skater skirt up to reveal her bare thighs. “I want you to close your eyes and stroke between your inner thighs, but don’t touch your pussy.” Stacie obediently closed her eyes tight and began to stroke up and down her own thighs. She relaxed, enjoying the tickling, tingling sensations. Her pussy tightened but she obeyed his restriction, enjoying the feeling of anticipation she was giving herself by delaying.
Then the sound of a mobile phone startled her.
“Damn,” she heard Dan say as he stood up abruptly. “I am so sorry, Stacie.” She opened her eyes and watched him get his phone from the pocket of his coat, which hung on the back of the door.
“Sorry. I’m supposed to have it turned off—I forgot.” He chuckled as he looked at the display. “It’s my mate sending me a rude text. Would you like to hear it?”
Stacie smiled. “Go on.”
“There’s a guy in hospital with sixty percent burns. The doctor says, ‘Give him two viagras.’ The nurse asks, ‘Do you think it will help?’ Doctor replies, ‘No, but it’ll keep the sheets off his legs.’” Stacie burst out laughing.
Almost immediately, the phone bleeped again.
“I am so sorry about this,” he said. “I’ll turn it off straightaway.” He checked the phone first, then chortled. “You’ll like this one though,” he told her. “A couple just got married and on the night of their honeymoon before they made love, the wife tells the husband, ‘Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin.’ The husband was shocked and replied, ‘How is this possible? You've been married three times before.’ The wife responds, ‘Well, my first husband was a gynaecologist and all he wanted to do was look at it. My second husband was a psychiatrist and all he wanted to do was talk about it. And my third husband was a stamp collector…oh, do I miss him!’”
Stacie giggled. If he’d told her those jokes last night she wouldn’t have laughed, but found them vulgar. She remembered way back in the dim distant past when she’d found dirty jokes funny too. But Graham didn’t like them. He thought they were crude and crass. His attitude had made her question her own. Without noticing it, she’d turned into a prude.
“I’ve turned it off, so we won’t be disturbed again,” he said and put the phone back in his coat pocket. He came back over to the stool and sat down, taking her hands in his. “Where were we?”
Stacie gazed deep into his eyes, seeing kindness and pleasure there. He was gorgeous, but there was much more to him than that. He was sweet and funny and genuinely seemed to care about her well-being. And she had him right through until lunch-time tomorrow. Panic spiked at the thought of leaving Dan, but she shoved it down. She was here now and determined to enjoy herself.
Dan released her hands and put his hands back onto her knees where they had been before. “Close your eyes and feel your breasts through your top.”
Stacie cupped her breasts in her hands, curling her fingers and rubbing her nails lightly over her nipples which hardened and thrust out through the fabric. She pushed them together and imagined Dan lowering his face to lick them.
She felt him move closer to her, feeling his breath hot on her face. He pulled her top out of her skirt and lifted it slowly and gently up and over her head.
With the thrill of disobedience, she opened her eyes to watch him, wanting to kiss him badly, and feel his body pressing against hers. She inhaled his scent and felt her body quiver.
“Close your eyes,” he reminded her, with not a hint of sternness.
She squeezed her eyes shut and relished the brush of his hands on her flesh as he exposed her to his view. Stacie inhaled deeply, pushing out her chest toward him, knowing that he had full view of her cleavage bursting out of her sparkling bra.
Stacie placed her hands back on her breas
ts, squeezing and kneading the soft lush flesh. Her mind filled with flickering random images. Dan kissing her, Dan touching her, Dan making love to her while she screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy quivered and she squeezed her muscles, feeling pulses shooting directly from her nipples to her core. How much longer could she wait for him to touch her?
Desperately, she moved her hands up and down her hips and waist. Then back to her breasts, squeezing them tight, feeling more eager than ever, feeling frustrated. She wanted, needed to be naked, to feel flesh against flesh.
Again Stacie felt Dan come back close to her. He wrapped his arms around her reaching for the back of the bra to unclasp it. All he had to do was lower her back against the satin cover and she would let him take her, then and there. Stacie quivered. She was ready.
The bra fell to her lap. Stacie inhaled his fragrance, wanting to reach out to touch him, aching for the feel of his hard cock in her hand, but he hadn’t said she could. She reined in her temptation, instead squeezing and rubbing her naked breasts.
She felt him pull away from her and was bereft. She heard rather than saw him sit back in his seat. Patience. Do what he says. Stacie continued to knead, covering her nipples, not allowing him to see them. Let him be frustrated for a change. She held her breasts tightly, tweaking the nipples between her fingers. She thrust her pelvis forward and back to try to ease the ache within, wanting to fall back onto the bed and touch herself below, but knew he would give her the command to do so when he felt it was the right time.
Stacie looked at him from under her lashes. His eyes were focused on her, watching with great interest. She moved her fingers to reveal her nipples, wanting to lunge forward and kiss him. Stacie began to gently twist her nipples, her hyper-sensitive nerve endings sending their message straight to her pussy.
“Stand up, Stacie,” she heard Dan say softly.
She opened her eyes, seeing him still sitting on the stool. Stacie rose to her feet. Dan unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her bottom, revealing her sparkling thong.