Dream come true, or ... nightmare?
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Chapter 7. Dream or Nightmare
by donQuixote04
Lisa had called that morning to let me know which room she was in. As I got close to the hotel, I called her and let her know I was around the corner.
"Hi Don. You're close by? Just come right on up, I'm here waiting for you."
Four minutes later I was knocking on the door, nervous as a kid on his a first date. We kissed hello and exchanged the standard pleasantries. I gave her the gift-wrapped perfume and envelope and excused myself while I went to relieve myself of my morning coffee. When I emerged, she was studying each of the perfume bottles and smiling. "Oh, Don, you're so sweet to buy these for me."
"Do you use any of them? I confess, I got this sampler because I don't know anything at all about perfumes."
"I use three of them, and I had wanted to try Shalimir. Really, thank you so much," Lisa said, as she stood up, crossed the room to me, and kissed me as we embraced.
"I'm glad you like them," I said between our kisses. "Are you hungry? I assume you haven't had lunch yet."
"Actually, I'm starved. I haven't had lunch or breakfast."
"Good, because we have lunch reservations in about 15 minutes, but luckily the restaurant is only a couple of blocks away."
"Terrific. I'll just put some lipstick on and we can go. Where are we eating, sweetie?"
"At the Russian Tea Room. I haven't been there in a really long time. It was renovated a couple of years ago, and it's supposed to be quite a spectacle. Have you ever been there?"
She hadn't, but she had heard about it, and seemed pleased to be given the chance to go there. We talked about a lot of things, but Lisa said nothing about receiving the same amount of cash as I had been paying her for a single hour at the incall place, and I didn't bring it up, either.
Lunch was great, and talking to Lisa was great. We sat next to each other at one end of a large booth, looking out on to all the other tables in the very ornate room. Lisa kept rubbing her leg against mine, and every now and then she'd caress my rod through my pants. I asked her about the fashion industry, and she asked me about my company and my work.
We walked back to Lisa's hotel with our arms around each other. I couldn't decide which felt better: her slim waist under my palm or her round hip against my thigh. Once we were back up in the room, we kissed a little, and then each of us spent a few minutes in the bathroom. Lisa took the opportunity to change into some very lovely lingerie. She was exactly the knock-out I fantasize about.
"What kind of make-believe game would you like us to play today, Don?" she asked, as we sat next to each other on the edge of the bed.
"You know, Lisa, I'm fine with playing anything you might want to, but to tell you the truth, we don't have to do that anymore," I replied. "The reason I originally asked us to do that is because that's what turns me on. I mean, me seeing you getting turned on is what drives my arousal. When we first met, I figured that the pretend games were the best way for me to be sure that you would act as if you were aroused, and that would be a sure turn-on for me. And that's what all those make-believe scenes were about. You getting really turned on by making love with me. But, unless you're both a great actress and a great liar, it doesn't seem to be necessary -- at least for me. What about you? Do you want to make up a scenario?"
"Well, I like playing the games. Especially with you. But I don't need them either. Maybe I'll make one up for us to try another time."
As good as our first three sessions were, I think making love to Lisa in the late afternoon in her hotel room near Columbus Circle was quite possibly the peak experience of my life. We both were exactly attuned to each other, in multiple positions, digitally, orally, and otherwise. I didn't want to come too quickly, but ended up finishing twice. These days, twice in one day is unusual for me, and twice in one session is a dim memory. But Lisa is exceptionally inspiring. And the key for me is exactly what I told her before we started: her own arousal.
It seemed to take Lisa no more than about three or four minutes of my attention to her clitoris before she tensed and came. After an orgasm, she was too sensitive for me to touch her there for another three or four minutes. And then, astoundingly, the cycle would start again. Helping her to orgasm was easy with gentle rubbing of my fingers or tongue. And I soon learned, if we were having intercourse, to make sure my pubic bone pressed against her and massaged her. If we were in a position (like cowgirl) that didn't make that possible, I just had to use my thumb or finger to get to the same result. With her getting off as frequently as that it was no wonder I was able to stay hard so long, and to get hard again even after coming the first time. I was in sexual heaven that afternoon, at least partly because it seemed that Lisa was too.
Finally, after ninety minutes or so, we relaxed together on the bed, talking, with me lying back, my right arm under her neck and around her shoulder, her right arm resting on my chest, her right leg bent at the knee and covering my thighs, and she using my right shoulder as a pillow.
"So, Lisa, tell me about your family. How many brothers and sisters do you have?"
"I just have one younger sister. She's a couple of years younger than me."
"Did you guys grow up in Montreal?"
"No, actually, we lived in a small town about two hours from Montreal. My dad is a doctor, and he still has a small practice there. He and my mom are divorced now, and he's with someone else. They're not married, but they might as well be. They've been together for a long time now."
"Did you go to school in Montreal?"
"No, I went to the local schools in my home town."
"I mean, where did you go to college?"
"Oh, nowhere really. I started at a community college, but I stopped after just one semester. I was just ready to be done with school, I guess."
"So, tell me a little more about Ian, if you don't mind. I still can't figure out how anyone could lose interest in you, Lisa. I don't mind telling you, you are exactly what I've been dreaming about my whole life. You turn me on so much, it's amazing to me that anyone wouldn't be turned on by you."
"Well, Ian obviously doesn't share your taste in women, Don. Toward the end of our relationship, we didn't even sleep in the same bedroom anymore."
"You can't really mean that."
"Oh yes I can. It really is true."
We spoke for a while longer, hardly moving. At about 5pm Lisa said "This afternoon was wonderful, Don. I'm coming back to New York in the middle of February. Do you think we could meet again like this, then?"
"Are you kidding?" I replied. "Absolutely. Count on it."
"That's great, sweetie. I hope you don't mind, Don, but I agreed to meet an old girlfriend of mine for dinner, and I'm going to have to start getting ready soon."
"No, of course not, Lisa. I'm sorry I was so inconsiderate about your time. Listen, I have to catch a train to get home, anyway. I'll get dressed right away."
We had been together for nearly five hours. By any measure I had already been treated to a wonderful bargain, even with the cost of the perfume and lunch thrown in. It was, I thought, probably the best sexual experience of my life. Even so, the end of our 'date' was pretty abrupt. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'aside from the end of the afternoon, everything else had been way better than I could possibly have hoped for.'
by donQuixote04
Lisa had called that morning to let me know which room she was in. As I got close to the hotel, I called her and let her know I was around the corner.
"Hi Don. You're close by? Just come right on up, I'm here waiting for you."
Four minutes later I was knocking on the door, nervous as a kid on his a first date. We kissed hello and exchanged the standard pleasantries. I gave her the gift-wrapped perfume and envelope and excused myself while I went to relieve myself of my morning coffee. When I emerged, she was studying each of the perfume bottles and smiling. "Oh, Don, you're so sweet to buy these for me."
"Do you use any of them? I confess, I got this sampler because I don't know anything at all about perfumes."
"I use three of them, and I had wanted to try Shalimir. Really, thank you so much," Lisa said, as she stood up, crossed the room to me, and kissed me as we embraced.
"I'm glad you like them," I said between our kisses. "Are you hungry? I assume you haven't had lunch yet."
"Actually, I'm starved. I haven't had lunch or breakfast."
"Good, because we have lunch reservations in about 15 minutes, but luckily the restaurant is only a couple of blocks away."
"Terrific. I'll just put some lipstick on and we can go. Where are we eating, sweetie?"
"At the Russian Tea Room. I haven't been there in a really long time. It was renovated a couple of years ago, and it's supposed to be quite a spectacle. Have you ever been there?"
She hadn't, but she had heard about it, and seemed pleased to be given the chance to go there. We talked about a lot of things, but Lisa said nothing about receiving the same amount of cash as I had been paying her for a single hour at the incall place, and I didn't bring it up, either.
Lunch was great, and talking to Lisa was great. We sat next to each other at one end of a large booth, looking out on to all the other tables in the very ornate room. Lisa kept rubbing her leg against mine, and every now and then she'd caress my rod through my pants. I asked her about the fashion industry, and she asked me about my company and my work.
We walked back to Lisa's hotel with our arms around each other. I couldn't decide which felt better: her slim waist under my palm or her round hip against my thigh. Once we were back up in the room, we kissed a little, and then each of us spent a few minutes in the bathroom. Lisa took the opportunity to change into some very lovely lingerie. She was exactly the knock-out I fantasize about.
"What kind of make-believe game would you like us to play today, Don?" she asked, as we sat next to each other on the edge of the bed.
"You know, Lisa, I'm fine with playing anything you might want to, but to tell you the truth, we don't have to do that anymore," I replied. "The reason I originally asked us to do that is because that's what turns me on. I mean, me seeing you getting turned on is what drives my arousal. When we first met, I figured that the pretend games were the best way for me to be sure that you would act as if you were aroused, and that would be a sure turn-on for me. And that's what all those make-believe scenes were about. You getting really turned on by making love with me. But, unless you're both a great actress and a great liar, it doesn't seem to be necessary -- at least for me. What about you? Do you want to make up a scenario?"
"Well, I like playing the games. Especially with you. But I don't need them either. Maybe I'll make one up for us to try another time."
As good as our first three sessions were, I think making love to Lisa in the late afternoon in her hotel room near Columbus Circle was quite possibly the peak experience of my life. We both were exactly attuned to each other, in multiple positions, digitally, orally, and otherwise. I didn't want to come too quickly, but ended up finishing twice. These days, twice in one day is unusual for me, and twice in one session is a dim memory. But Lisa is exceptionally inspiring. And the key for me is exactly what I told her before we started: her own arousal.
It seemed to take Lisa no more than about three or four minutes of my attention to her clitoris before she tensed and came. After an orgasm, she was too sensitive for me to touch her there for another three or four minutes. And then, astoundingly, the cycle would start again. Helping her to orgasm was easy with gentle rubbing of my fingers or tongue. And I soon learned, if we were having intercourse, to make sure my pubic bone pressed against her and massaged her. If we were in a position (like cowgirl) that didn't make that possible, I just had to use my thumb or finger to get to the same result. With her getting off as frequently as that it was no wonder I was able to stay hard so long, and to get hard again even after coming the first time. I was in sexual heaven that afternoon, at least partly because it seemed that Lisa was too.
Finally, after ninety minutes or so, we relaxed together on the bed, talking, with me lying back, my right arm under her neck and around her shoulder, her right arm resting on my chest, her right leg bent at the knee and covering my thighs, and she using my right shoulder as a pillow.
"So, Lisa, tell me about your family. How many brothers and sisters do you have?"
"I just have one younger sister. She's a couple of years younger than me."
"Did you guys grow up in Montreal?"
"No, actually, we lived in a small town about two hours from Montreal. My dad is a doctor, and he still has a small practice there. He and my mom are divorced now, and he's with someone else. They're not married, but they might as well be. They've been together for a long time now."
"Did you go to school in Montreal?"
"No, I went to the local schools in my home town."
"I mean, where did you go to college?"
"Oh, nowhere really. I started at a community college, but I stopped after just one semester. I was just ready to be done with school, I guess."
"So, tell me a little more about Ian, if you don't mind. I still can't figure out how anyone could lose interest in you, Lisa. I don't mind telling you, you are exactly what I've been dreaming about my whole life. You turn me on so much, it's amazing to me that anyone wouldn't be turned on by you."
"Well, Ian obviously doesn't share your taste in women, Don. Toward the end of our relationship, we didn't even sleep in the same bedroom anymore."
"You can't really mean that."
"Oh yes I can. It really is true."
We spoke for a while longer, hardly moving. At about 5pm Lisa said "This afternoon was wonderful, Don. I'm coming back to New York in the middle of February. Do you think we could meet again like this, then?"
"Are you kidding?" I replied. "Absolutely. Count on it."
"That's great, sweetie. I hope you don't mind, Don, but I agreed to meet an old girlfriend of mine for dinner, and I'm going to have to start getting ready soon."
"No, of course not, Lisa. I'm sorry I was so inconsiderate about your time. Listen, I have to catch a train to get home, anyway. I'll get dressed right away."
We had been together for nearly five hours. By any measure I had already been treated to a wonderful bargain, even with the cost of the perfume and lunch thrown in. It was, I thought, probably the best sexual experience of my life. Even so, the end of our 'date' was pretty abrupt. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'aside from the end of the afternoon, everything else had been way better than I could possibly have hoped for.'
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Maybe I was being "just me." LOL. I guess I can be ironic.
You put up my quote, and then mentioned 3 adjectives I may
possess. I will try to clear this up, without offending anyone.
Yes, poor Don does wind up in the middle of a dilemma.
I feel for him. Skelly and pswope were saying what life is.
I chimed in with a cabaret ( i.e. dream) and a life sentence
in prison( i.e. an effing nightmare) So yes I can be ironic.
Since I was eating chinese food for lunch and reading about
Don's 2 possible choices to his story. It hit me, one from column
A or one from column B. I tried to put some levity into a serious
situation that Don went through, by making a reference about
maybe the provider was Chinese. More irony possibly.
Than I said she was Canadian. Since she lived in Montrel.
My assumption. I may be wrong. Canadian people say the
letter "a" after some of their words. No offense here.
You mentioned Vancouver and Chinese people. I assumed you meant there are a lot of them there. I wouldn't know, I told you
I have never been there. I repeated a line or two from an old
Andrew Dice Clay routine. Yes his routine is offensive. But
it's effing funny. Blame him. Yes it's an old routine and maybe
you found it booring. Blame him. Some of my jokes are old and
booring at times. Blame me. I hope I cleared it up to some degree.
I don't want to offend anyone. I just want to be just me.
And I can't even be that, because you beat me to the name.
Justme, if you want to be more specific with me, being just me.
Go right ahead. I'm a big boy. I respect you as an experienced poster. You make a lot of good points. I try to do the same.
Why can't we just all get along. I will try harder in the future.
Justme, you go on being "just you" and I will go on being
"just me", while your'e being 'just you," so we don't get confused. Now back to baseball. "Who's on first?"
You put up my quote, and then mentioned 3 adjectives I may
possess. I will try to clear this up, without offending anyone.
Yes, poor Don does wind up in the middle of a dilemma.
I feel for him. Skelly and pswope were saying what life is.
I chimed in with a cabaret ( i.e. dream) and a life sentence
in prison( i.e. an effing nightmare) So yes I can be ironic.
Since I was eating chinese food for lunch and reading about
Don's 2 possible choices to his story. It hit me, one from column
A or one from column B. I tried to put some levity into a serious
situation that Don went through, by making a reference about
maybe the provider was Chinese. More irony possibly.
Than I said she was Canadian. Since she lived in Montrel.
My assumption. I may be wrong. Canadian people say the
letter "a" after some of their words. No offense here.
You mentioned Vancouver and Chinese people. I assumed you meant there are a lot of them there. I wouldn't know, I told you
I have never been there. I repeated a line or two from an old
Andrew Dice Clay routine. Yes his routine is offensive. But
it's effing funny. Blame him. Yes it's an old routine and maybe
you found it booring. Blame him. Some of my jokes are old and
booring at times. Blame me. I hope I cleared it up to some degree.
I don't want to offend anyone. I just want to be just me.
And I can't even be that, because you beat me to the name.
Justme, if you want to be more specific with me, being just me.
Go right ahead. I'm a big boy. I respect you as an experienced poster. You make a lot of good points. I try to do the same.
Why can't we just all get along. I will try harder in the future.
Justme, you go on being "just you" and I will go on being
"just me", while your'e being 'just you," so we don't get confused. Now back to baseball. "Who's on first?"
This kind of scenario has probably been experienced in one form or another by every long time whoremonger. It can only end badly. Ending:
1. He totally falls for her, and, in the end realizes he was duped by her ability to act out a GFE. He is unceremoniously dumped and devastated.
2. She totally falls for him. Although it blows him away at first, over time he realizes that he is now confronted with a dilemna: her or the wife and kids. She won't accept anything less than a total commitment from him and ultimately becomes a "Fatal Attraction."
They both fall in love and live happily ever after? Not likely.
1. He totally falls for her, and, in the end realizes he was duped by her ability to act out a GFE. He is unceremoniously dumped and devastated.
2. She totally falls for him. Although it blows him away at first, over time he realizes that he is now confronted with a dilemna: her or the wife and kids. She won't accept anything less than a total commitment from him and ultimately becomes a "Fatal Attraction."
They both fall in love and live happily ever after? Not likely.
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Just finally found the time to read through the thread. Have to admit that I find nothing particularly remarkable about this tale(yet), except the quantity of Lisa's orgasms. Will reserve any further opining until its conclusion. Oh, one other thing- Ive always felt that when an escort calls me "sweetie", as Lisa continually does to Don, that it is a kind of code that lets me know that I am first and foremost- a client. But that's just my perception.
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