The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38

... Winston became too intrusive.But what would I do for a job then?

“I had fun again today, Donnie.”

His heart stopped.

Just for a second. Maybe two. But it actually happened.

Lindsay had emerged from the hotel washroom looking chipper and vibrant, wearing loose gray cotton shorts, a pink tank with lace around the low-cut neckline, and no shoes. Her hair was wet and freshly combed, and Donald could smell her shampoo from across the suite.

Look at those legs. He ran his hands over his face, rubbing up and down as if he were scrubbing, trying to bring himself back to reality.No way. He would never make it through the night.Not again.

Lindsay padded over and sat on the sofa opposite the bed where he was, and popped the top on yet another can of Modelo. “This has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long, long time. Thank you for being so sweet, baby. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it … appreciateyou.” She glanced at her phone and thumbed out another text to Becky, then gave Donald her undivided attention. He looked exhausted. Perhaps it was the sleep apnea he ailed from? “Are you tired at all? How’s the knee?”

“Nah, I’m good. All is good.”

“This looks like a movie you and I should watch.” Twenty minutes later, Lindsay was browsing the pay-per-view options with the remote control when deciding what to do with the rest of their evening. “It’s about a Hollywood escort and a wealthy businessman. I’ve heard it’s really good, but I’ve never seen ...

... it.”

Donald’s eyes darted toward the television. “Pretty Woman? Never seen it, either, let alone heard of it.”

They settled in on the bed about six inches apart. Lindsay pressed play and the opening scenes from the 1990 blockbuster began to roll. And at some point partway through, as she watched sweet little hooker Vivian Ward fall for lonely-at-the-top corporate raider Edward Lewis (and vice versa), Lindsay sighed contently and propped her head against Donald’s shoulder. As the film progressed, she snuggled in even closer and stole some of his pretzels.

By the time Edward funded Vivian’s Rodeo Drive shopping spree, the movie’s plot and its parallels to his real-life situation (and fantasies, too, admittingly) became too intense for Donald to tolerate. Even though he’d made up his mind that he wouldn’t push Lindsay tonight, his psyche had other ideas. It experienced a visceral reaction to not only the story, but also to having Lindsay so close and content in his presence.I won’t make it through the night; I’ll have a heart attack first.

And then it happened.

Without warning, Lindsay tilted her head up and gave Donald a gentle, all-too-brief peck on the lips.

She eased away, her aqua blues staring back at him as her lips creased with a smile. Donald’s own lips were scorched to a charred crisp at contact, however fleeting and innocent it may have been. And just that fast, his body was firing on all cylinders, his libido racing, and his desire for Lindsay crackling in ...