Secrets in Suburbia

by Melody Calder

  I’ve been on some very interesting dates. The most memorable was not the gala, but the date with the doctor. He admitted to me that his family is very religious and that he can’t let them know that he’s gay. He turns to the escort service to provide dates for his less formal family functions. He was a really nice guy and I felt so much heartbreak for his need to hide his true self. We had a fabulous time dancing on roller skates and playing with the little kids in attendance. Afterwards, during our dinner, he told me that his family said he needs to keep me. We both laughed it off, but I did promise that I would be more than happy to attend other family functions and then stage a breakup, promising that I would make myself look like a jerk. He must have been very grateful because he left me a very nice tip.

  I check the time again, noting that I have about ten more minutes. I pull up the email with my client’s information on my phone. There isn’t a whole lot of information. I know he’s an attorney, but that’s where the information about him ends. No name and the only interest listed is mandalas. The simple request of clothing is to wear a dress that was blue and sleeveless. I sigh and close my email, hoping that my mystery man isn’t a dud.

  “Samantha,” a familiar voice says my name, making me whip around on my barstool.

  “Stuart?”

  “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks.

  “Thank you, but I’m meeting a date here,” looking at my phone for the time, I add, “and he should be arriving any minute.”

  “I know,” he whispers, his voice seductive.

  Chapter 25

  I panic, “What do you know?” I let out a nervous giggle.

  “I’ve talked to Mario. His friends have been talking his ear off about this beautiful, charming new escort named Samantha. He wanted to thank me for the connection,” his voice has a hint of irritation.

  “Please don’t tell anyone about this,” I plead with him. “I don’t have sexual encounters with my clients. I’m not a prostitute, but I’m afraid that Elena wouldn’t understand. I don’t care what anyone else thinks, but just not her, okay?”

  “I understand,” he says, his voice soft and comforting. “I’m proud of you for taking control of your life and finding a way to survive. You are something special, Samantha.”

  “Thank you, Stu,” relief evident in my voice. “But I do have to meet a client and it wouldn’t be right if I were caught talking to another man, even if you are just a friend.”

  Stuart tilts back his head, roaring in laughter, “Oh Samantha, I hate to break it to you, but I’m your date tonight.”

  “What?” I shout, my heart starts racing. No, this can’t be right. “You’re a funny guy trying to pull my leg like that,” I shake my finger at him.

  He lowers his voice again, “I’m not pulling your leg. What can I buy you to drink?”

  I feel trapped. If I leave, I could get a fine and a mark towards termination. If I stay, things could get quite complicated.

  “I just want to talk. Please hear me out,” he makes my decision easier.

  “I’ll have a beer, whatever import they have is fine.”

  He places the order with the bartender, we sit in silence while we wait. Once our drinks are in hand, he leads me to a private table in the back of the lounge. As soon as we are settled, he starts talking. “I want you to keep an open mind and wait until I’m done before you pass judgement.”

  I warily nod in agreement and he starts, “The day we met you, Jake and I were quite intrigued by you. First I want to apologize for any discomfort I caused you by voicing my concerns about you and Jake’s relationship.”

  “We weren’t in a relationship, but I do understand why you were concerned,” I interrupt him.

  “I wasn’t fully honest with you, Jake, or even myself. But before we get to that, I need to tell you something more important first. I confronted Rachel about her relationship with Victoria. We haven’t come to an agreement on divorce at this time, but we have agreed to live separate lives.”

  He runs his hands through his blonde locks, messing up his perfect slicked back style. “I don’t want to just throw her out with nothing. I care about her too much to do that, even after all the betrayals. I think she is waiting for Victoria to agree to leave Jake. It’s so complicated with those two. He can’t be the one to ask for a divorce, it has to be Victoria. I know Rachel is trying her best to convince her that they will be accepted, that the real world is not like their Mormon upbringing.”

  “That’s great for you all, but I don’t see what this has to do with me? I had a fun time with Jake and all, but I don’t want to be in a relationship. For the first time in my life, I have independence and I’m not willing to give that up,” I say adamantly.

  “I wouldn’t dare ask you to do that. I know Jake wouldn’t want you to jump into a serious relationship with anyone right now, either,” he counters. “We care about you, but we all need time to heal and figure ourselves out.”

  Did he say we? As in him as well? Now I’m really confused. I’m just going to sit here and listen and keep my mouth shut.

  “You are a good person, and I know that all the cheating was weighing heavily on you. That’s why I wanted to let you know about my arrangement with Rachel. I’ve talked to Jake and he understands how I feel about you.”

  Okay, I can’t keep quiet, “What do you mean, Stuart?”

  “Samantha, you swept into our lives wearing that,” gesturing to the dress I am wearing, which happens to be the same one I wore to the barbeque, “and you blew me over with your sass and your beauty. There was something about you that pulled me to you.”

  He bows his head, “I tried so hard to keep my growing feelings for you to myself. I snapped at Jake for being with you because I was jealous. I wanted what he had. I wanted you so badly that I almost ruined my friendship with Jake.”

  “Stu, I…”

  “Please let me get this out before you say anything,” he begs. “I need to get this all off my chest. I finally told Jake my feelings for you. I thought he would hate me, but instead he gave me his approval. He encouraged me to set this date up with you.”

  “He did?” I’m a little hurt by how easily Jake cast me aside, but I guess I can’t blame him. We were only ever a casual affair.

  “Yes. He cares about you very much. He wants you- us, he wants us to be happy.” He looks at me pleadingly, “I just want one night with you, Samantha. Just one night to have you to myself.” He lays his hand on mine, sending tingles down to my core.

  “But, I’m in a contract. I am bound to not have any sexual relations with my clients,” I protest even though the woman in me wants him.

  “Well, it’s a good thing your client is an attorney,” he says smugly, “and technically, I am not your client.”

  “But you said you are my date,” I am utterly confused.

  “I am, but Mario owed me a great debt for setting you up with him. It’s in his name, so I am not your client.”

  I take a sip of my beer, considering my options. It’s been a very dry couple of months and I have to admit that I’ve been extremely attracted to Stuart as long as I have known him.

  Before I can come up with an answer, he pulls out a hotel key card and lays it in front of me. “I can tell you want this as much as I do. Take this key and go up to the room. There’s a few things I’ve prepared for you up there.” He kisses the back of my hand, “I promise you won’t regret this.”

  I watch him walk away, his firm ass and body-hugging suit enticing me. I take a swig of my beer and grab the key card. I don’t know if I’m going to regret this or not, but my lady bits are quite pleased with my decision.

  ∞∞∞

  On the table in the room is a cell phone and a note stating, “There is only one number on here. Text ‘I’m ready’ to begin.” Huh, this is interesting. Here goes nothing.

  Me: I’m ready.

  Stuart: You must do as I ask. My first request is that you take a picture of your neck.

  �
�Okay?” I take the picture and send it. He quickly shoots back a response.

  Stuart: Good girl. Now take a picture of your cleavage. Push them together for me.

  I giggle nervously then push my breasts together while angling the camera to take the perfect shot. It takes me a few tries, but I eventually get it and send it off to him. His response comes through seconds later.

  Stuart: Very nice. Now I want you to get a little playful for me. There’s a popsicle in the freezer. Send me a picture of it in your mouth.

  Oh my, who knew he was hiding such kink under that studious exterior. I find the popsicle and practice seductive poses in the mirror. When I finally figure out the hottest one, I snap a picture and send it off to him.

  Stuart: Damn, you are a hot little thing. Look in the bedside table, there is a surprise for you. You know what to do with it. Don’t forget to send me a picture.

  I open the drawer and find a long rectangular gift box. I open the wrapping and peek at what’s inside. I laugh out loud when I see the blue dildo sitting in the box. I sit in the chair and spread my legs, rubbing my clit to get myself wetter than this game has already made me. I slide it in slowly, moaning at the sensation. I get it nice and slick and angle the camera to get the perfect picture.

  Stuart: You are so nice and wet for me. One last task and then I will give you what you need. In the fridge is a can of whipped cream. Get naked, lay on the bed, and spray your breasts and your pussy with the whipped cream. Leave the toy in. Send me pictures of the top and the bottom.

  Holy fuck am I excited. I do as he asks, jumping when the cold whipped cream hits my skin. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sexy before. I send out the requested pictures and wait for his next command. Instead of a text, I hear the door open and Stuart’s voice, full of desire, “Samantha, you are so fucking sexy. Look at you ready for me to devour you.”

  He bends over my naked body on the bed. Starting with my breasts, he licks the whipped cream off of them until they are clean. His tongue is warm against my cold skin. I moan his name as he sucks my hard nipples and mewl in protest when he stops.

  I watch him take his clothes off, his muscular chest on full display. My eyes follow his defined abs, down to where his hands are unbuttoning his pants. He slides them down slowly, giving me the strip tease I desire. His v is defined, and I want to lick every inch of it. I wait with bated breath to see his length, but he stops, “Like what you see, Samantha?” his question full of teasing.

  “Yes, Stu. I want to see all of you.”

  He obliges, his cock springing free from its confines. It’s monstrous, long and thick. My breath hitches as I think of it filling me up. I watch his perfect ass as he moves to the end of the bed. Another part of him that I want to touch and taste, it’s perfection stunning.

  He settles himself between my legs, licking the whipped cream from my mound. As he devours me, he pushes the toy in and out. I cry out, the action sending sparks to my core. I have experience with toys, but I have never had a man licking me while using a toy on me.

  As he continues, my body starts to spasm, coming close to orgasm. He increases his pace, tongue swirling my nub. I grab his hair, pushing his head down lower while lifting my hips off the bed, my body needing more friction, so close to my release. He nips at my clit and that pushes me over the edge. I scream his name as my body convulses, tingles of pleasure hitting me all the way to my toes.

  Stuart slides his body up so that his face is even with mine, “Did you enjoy that darling?” a satisfied smirk on his face.

  “I didn’t know my stuffy Stu had such a kinky side,” I giggle. “Though I am curious how you got so good when your wife doesn’t allow these types of things.”

  “Porn,” he deadpans.

  “It’s the devil’s doorway,” I mock.

  “I have many more doorways to show you,” his fingers travel up and down my front, circling my breasts, but never touching them, “and we have all night to enjoy them.” He brings his lips to mine, his kiss rough and demanding.

  Our tongues mingle, my desire sparking again. I push him, roughly guiding him to his back. It’s my turn to give him pleasure. I pull away from the kiss and glide my tongue down his cheek. Alternating between gentle kisses and licking down his skin, I taste every inch of his salty skin down to his hips.

  I follow the lines of his v with my tongue, his groans egging me on. It’s so sexy, I can’t help but do it again. I stop at his cock, taking his tip in and swirling my tongue over it. “Take all of me in your mouth,” he commands.

  I do as he demands, taking him in as far as I can. He bucks his hip, grunting, “Yes darling, take my dick.” I open my throat to allow more in. He’s deep inside my throat and I taste the saltiness of his precum. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long.”

  I pull off of his cock, “I want you to cum in my mouth for me Stu.” I slide his shaft back in and suck him hard and fast. I massage his sac, feeling it harden beneath my touch. I know he’s close and I push myself harder and faster, enjoying the sounds he makes. My mouth sliding over his hard cock, thinking about the feel of it inside me, turns me on and I moan around his shaft. I push him over the edge, his seed shooting in my mouth as he lets out a guttural cry, his body stiffening and his hips involuntarily bucking as he rides out the waves of his orgasm with my mouth around his cock.

  I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then climb up to rub my core against his softened length. I’m so turned on that I need to feel him between my legs.

  As I rub myself against him, he states, “You’re going to have to give me a few minutes sweetheart.”

  “I bet I can make you hard again,” I purr, still rubbing my wet core against him. “I need to feel you inside me.” Using my hand, I guide his shaft inside me. It’s only slightly hard, but it feels good. I slowly roll my hips waiting for him to get fully hard again. He grabs my breasts roughly, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. “Mmm, that feels so good.”

  I can feel his cock start to stiffen inside me. He looks at me with surprise, “You never cease to amaze me, Samantha.”

  As I rock on his shaft, I ask him, “What have you fantasized about doing to me?” His cock immediately comes to full hardness.

  “Fucking you from behind while you’re on your hands and knees. Begging me to give you my dick and talking dirty to me,” that endearing blush creeps up on his cheeks.

  “I want you to show me everything you’ve fantasized about,” I kiss him deeply, “Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming of.”

  He lifts me off him with his strong muscular arms and throws me on the bed, so that my back against it. He leans over me and sucks my lip into his mouth, gently biting it. Then raising himself up, he flips me over onto my stomach with enough force to make me squeal in delight, but not hurt me. Grabbing my hips with both hands, he pulls my ass up and demands, “On your hands and knees.”

  His caveman demeanor is a turn on. As soon as I’m in position, he slams his cock into my core. “Your cock feels so good,” my voice urging him to keep going. He doesn’t go slow, his need animalistic as he fucks me hard and fast. “Yes Stu, give me all of your dick,” I moan.

  I clench my walls around him, increasing his pleasure. He angles himself so that he hits the right spot. “Oh Stuart, right there. Make me cum all over your cock,” I beg.

  “Tell me how much you love my dick,” he demands.

  “I love your big hard cock inside me.” I’m his fantasy come alive and I love it. “I need your cock Stuart. Don’t stop fucking me until you cum inside me.”

  The combination of his hard length filling me up and the dirty words is pushing me to the edge, “Stuart, I’m going to cum all over your cock.” I feel it building, “Tell me how my pussy feels.”

  “Samantha, you’re so tight and wet, you feel so good wrapped around my dick. I love the way my cock looks going in and out of you.”

  I’m lost by his words, my orgasm ripping through my body and as I scream out h
is name, his body jerks with his own release.

  We cuddle up on the bed together, my head on his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat. He kisses the top of my head and says, “Thank you.”

  “Was it all that you imagined?” I ask.

  “More,” he replies softly, “So much more.”

  Chapter 26

  I wake up curled up in Stuart’s arms, the sheets sticking to my chest. We probably should have taken a shower last night. I don’t know about him, but I was too exhausted from our activities to move from the comfort of his chest.

  “Good morning sunshine,” Stuart’s sleepy voice sends shivers down my spine. “Last night was a dream come true. Thank you.”

  I’m not sure what to say to that. I don’t feel like it was a mistake, but if my suspicions are right about how deep his feelings are for me, it’s going to be hard to let him down. “It was wonderful. I’m glad we did this, but…”

  “Samantha,” he cuts me off, “I’m not expecting you to marry me or anything. I know neither one of us are ready for any commitments.”

  “Oh good,” relief fills my voice, “because I really do love my single life. I’m not giving up any of myself for a man ever again.”

  “I hope someday you change your mind. You deserve happiness.”

  “What if this is my happiness?” Bitterness fills my voice, “Circumstances have changed my dreams.”

  “Samantha, you may feel that way now,” his voice soft and full of understanding, “but someday you will get past the hurt. Someday you might want more. Just keep your options open.”

  I nod, not really believing his words, “I will try. That’s all I can commit to right now.”

  He’s silent, seemingly lost in thought. I move to go get cleaned up, but he lays a hand on my arm, stopping me. “Will you do me a favor? Call Jake. He misses you.”

  “I just slept with you and you’re asking me to call another man?”

  He lets out a huff, “Jake and I both have deep feelings for you. You know already that we talked, but I left a few things out.” I glare at him and he shrugs, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t think last night was the best time to tell you. I know I was being selfish, and I hope you will forgive me for that. Jake and I both want you and would never destroy our friendship over a woman, no matter how perfect you may be. We decided that we could both have you and not be jealous.”