For Hire: The Intimate Adventures of a Gigolo. Luke Bradbury

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      I took my hand off hers and reached up to touch Tash’s straight blonde hair. I hooked a strand behind her ear and looked straight into her eyes. ‘And you feel it’s about time you did?’

      She said nothing but nodded back.

      ‘Well, that’s why I’m here, Tash. That’s why you called me, isn’t it?’

      ‘But not just the sex. You’ll be careful, won’t you?’ she whispered.

      She didn’t move on the bed but I could still feel her pull herself away from me.

      ‘I will. Don’t worry,’ I said, and rubbed her bare shoulder.

      That went without saying. I could more or less divide my clients into two camps. Those who booked me for my time and as much hard sex as we could fit in. And those, like Tash, who needed it served up in a gentler manner. The journey getting there and the aftermath were just as important, just as much what they were paying for.

      Tash looked down at the small space of pale pink duvet cover between us. She swallowed her fear and bridged the gap between us, taking my other hand in hers.

      ‘Since I’ve lived here I haven’t had…I miss…’ she stuttered. ‘It’s not just not having had sex…’

      She looked up at me with piercing blue eyes full of yearning.

      ‘You miss just being with a man, don’t you?’

      Me saying it made her a little more bold. Her hand reached up my wrist and her fingers and thumb played over it, enjoying the sensation.

      ‘They must be walking around with their eyes shut in Luton, Tash. You’re a very pretty girl.’

      She didn’t say anything in return, but a bashful little smile flashed across her face as if she really needed to hear those words.

      I placed my other hand to her neck, drawing her close to me, and kissed her gently on the lips. I pulled back slightly and whispered: ‘Are you all right?’

      ‘Yes,’ she replied in the same tone and moved closer to me.

      Our lips met, and hers opened slightly, and I took my cue, teasing her mouth with the tip of my tongue to open wider. She offered me no resistance.

      Tash wrapped her arms around me and held on tight. I gave as good as I got, warming her up with my hug. This was where the skill came. Taking a girl like Tash from the chat to the embraces and physical intimacy. And from there to the sex itself. You could fall at the first hurdle. Or the second one, come to that.

       Not that they ever have in my company.

      But that was the threat hanging over me. That girls like Tash might just go on talking and talking out of sheer fright until their time was up. Which meant that it wasn’t just my job to get her to go the whole way. My expertise lay in making her feel she was in safe enough hands to let her guard down early on and relax into every step of the journey.

      We were still both clothed.

      ‘Tash, if you could undress and slip under the covers, I’ll do the same and join you, OK?’

      We unlinked from each other, and she shifted, turning away on the bed, and with her back facing me, began to hitch her slip of a top over her head. She wore no bra.

      In the minutes that followed, Tash kicked off her jeans and I headed to the corner of the room and stripped naked too. By the time I’d turned back to the bed, Tash was lying inside, waiting. I didn’t jump in but pulled back the cover and slid in slowly beside her.

      We lay there, saying nothing for a couple of moments. I knew to take things carefully, so as not to frighten her off. I hitched myself up onto my elbow, giving her my full attention.

      ‘You’re fine, Tash?’

      ‘Yes. It’s getting used to this…’ Her thin voice trailed off.

      I reached across with my free hand and began to stroke her belly. It was soft and smooth under the bedclothes. She lay still and let me.

      ‘You’ve got nothing to worry about. You just let me know if there’s anything you feel uncomfortable with, won’t you?’

      She said nothing in reply. My hand widened its sweep up her body, and cradled one breast and then the other. I nibbled at her neck and her head stretched back into the pillow.

       Is she going to just lie there?

      She wasn’t. He own arm reached up to clench my shoulder, and she pulled herself up so that our lips met again. Her fingers ruffled my hair and felt their way tenderly over my scalp and down my neck. I shifted closer to her and we were now clasped in each other’s arms.

      It was just a step away for my right leg to swing over both of hers, even as our embrace grew tighter. But with a practised manoeuvre, I held back for a matter of moments to sort out the protection. So, it was her first time. A guy still had to show some respect round here.

      After all this time, I’d got condom-manoeuvre down to a fine art, so a girl would barely notice any gap in the flow of action. Though it wasn’t as if Tash was going to, was it? That was one of the advantages of sleeping with a newbie—she had nothing to compare me with.

       Not that I wouldn’t compare favourably with the best of them.

      I slipped my hand around Tash’s hip bone to steady myself and guided myself between her legs. She winced with the pain of entrance and the new sensation, but I soothed her with the closeness of my breast against hers, and the gentle caresses of my hands.

      ‘Are you OK?’ I asked her.

      ‘Yes, I’m just a bit sore,’ she gasped.

      And that was the other thing about sleeping with a virgin. It was likely to hurt to some degree. It was my job to introduce her to what it was like to make love. But I had to ensure I took her beyond the pain barrier far enough so she came back for more. Whether with me or her next boyfriend.

      After all, there was a reason a woman called in an escort for her first time—it was because she wanted a decent experience. Not for her the ‘walk of shame’ after a tawdry night with a guy she’d picked up in a club just so she could get the moment over with. She wanted a good memory.

      I knew full well that was my job. To give Tash an evening she wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

      Tash needed tenderness and compassion. To physically feel the warm weight of a man as much as tick off her ‘To Do’ list. And since I knew that the first experience of sex often hurt, then it was all the more important that I compensated with my touch, making every other part of her body feel damn special.

       No, it’s not just about the sex.

      Our hands and our lips explored each other. Words weren’t needed but I gave them to her anyway. ‘You’ve got a beautiful body, Tash. You really have.’

      Tash said nothing but she gave me a shy smile. I followed my words with action, tracing my kisses across СКАЧАТЬ