GFE

“The door is unlocked. Just let yourself in.”

I gingerly walked across the parking lot, trying to avoid slipping on the ice. I opened the door to the apartment. Stephanie was sitting by the roaring gas fireplace clad in a skimpy black robe. She invited me to set my coat aside and join her by the fire. It had been a while since we were last together. (Living two time zones apart will do that.)

“I’ve been such a dirty girl….” she teased.

It turns out that a few days earlier she had gotten dirty doing some off-season work in her garden. Our conversation then ranged from the TV show Lucifer to the distinctiveness of Orthodox theology to furnishings for her new house to her new therapist (who she described as a really cute girl). I found myself peeking inside her robe. We talked for almost an hour, so long that the ice in the glass of water she set out for me had melted. She rose from the floor and beckoned me to follow her. It was time.

I followed her to the dimly lit bedroom. Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse” played on her music player. She moved in to affectionately kiss me. “I like your sweater,” she said as she helped me pull it off. I untied her robe, and she removed it. She was standing before me in a sexy pair of blue bra and panties. I admired her curvy but athletic figure. I reached behind her back and unclasped her bra; I pulled down the straps, and she let it tumble to the carpet. My hands caressed her shapely breasts. Her nipples were hard. My hands slid down her sides. “You have a nice touch,” she complemented me. They rested on her waist, then moved back to caress her ass. I felt her butt muscles clench. She guided me to the bed where we gently kissed and caressed. She pulled off her panties, flinging them onto the floor. Then she tugged down my boxer briefs. She lay on her back. I licked and sucked on her nipples before slowly kissing down her chest and stomach. I ran my nose across her strip of pubic hair. Positioning my head between her legs, I kissed her outer lips. My tongue darted inside her. She cooed as I tasted her, my tongue feeling her warmth.

“I just want to be on top,” she said with a sly smile. I lay on my back. She reached over to the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom. Tearing the package, she took it out and positioned it on her lips. She bent down and put the condom on me with her mouth. It took me longer than usual to get warmed up, but when I was ready, she lowered herself on me. She moved slowly at first, then started to energetically ride me. I grabbed on to her hips. She bounced up and down on top of me. I reached up and grabbed her breasts. I could hear the bed creak under the strain of our exertions.

She ended up lying back on the bed. I grabbed my cock and eased myself into her. I thrust slowly at first, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against mine. I quickened my pace. Her girlish moans echoed in my ears. We fucked for a good while. (Not to brag, but I’ve developed pretty good stamina.) I kissed her on her forehead. I started to go at it harder and harder. Stephanie possessed a magnetic attraction that literally drew me deeper into her. I hear myself grunting, groaning. I kissed her on the lips. I got close but I remained on the cusp of orgasm.

The came the sudden intuition that this here now is all there is. There was no past or future. The feel of her body beneath mine, the smell of her skin, the sounds of her moans — that’s all there was. At that moment, consumed by ecstasy, sex was everything.

“There is a lightning flash which passes through the blood of both individuals, there is a thunder of sensation which rolls in diminishing crashes down the nerves of each—and then the tension passes.”

D.H. Lawrence

I lingered inside her for a while. I could feel her tighten her muscles around my manhood. She smiled.

She pulled the condom off me and headed into the bathroom. She returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. We reclined on the bed. She put her head on my chest. We talked some more, primarily about her work in real estate. She loves being an escort, she said, but she has other interests, too.

It was finally time to depart. As I dressed, I inconspicuously placed an envelope with my “donation” and a gift card on a nightstand. We moved out to the living room, where we embraced one last time. She kissed me again. We said good night. I exited out the door, where I faced the bitterly cold wind alone.