Diary of a High Price Escort Book 2 Part 1 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 2 Part 1

... moving his hand ever so slightly, fingertips gently caressing my back just above the top of my sundress. My body reacted to his gentle touch, and goosebumps rose on my arms, along with two more pronounced bumps on the front of my dress.

"Hmm, that feels wonderful," I whispered.

His smile warmed me but did little to reduce the effects of his sensual touch.

Sam leaned very close to me, his lips nearly touching my ear. He whispered. "Would you like a massage, Margaret?"

I turned my head, causing his lips to touch my cheek. My nipples instantly reacted and got even harder. With a broad smile, I asked. "Here, Sam?"

"My place," Sam answered.

I wanted to kiss him but resisted the urge, knowing someone who knew me might be in the area. I had been somewhat worried the entire time we were seated on the bench that someone I knew would see us.

His eyes searched mine, soulful eyes that nearly melted me.

I whispered, "I'd like that."

Sam smiled again, his hand exploring more of my naked back.

"My car is nearby,” he suggested.

"I'll take mine, Sam. That way, you won't have to bring me back,” I said.

"Okay, Margaret," Sam said, then quickly added. "Shall we?"

I couldn't wait to feel his soft hands all over my body, touching every inch of flesh softly, massaging the muscles into submission.

"Yes, let's!" I nearly exclaimed.

Sam stood up and offered me his hand. I bent down, grabbed my sandals by the heel straps, and let him help me from the bench. ...

... Buster jumped down and instantly became the tail-wagging blur of fur he had been when we first met.

Sam Buster and I slowly walked back to the parking lot, hand in hand like a loving couple. I hoped it wouldn't be too long before his hand found the warm, wet spot between my thighs.

"My car is over there," Sam said, pointing in the opposite direction from where the Benz was parked.

I smiled and slipped my hand from his. "I'm way over there," I said, pointing toward the overflow lot where the Benz was alone.

"That silver coupe is yours?" Sam asked.

"Yes, that's my SLK 55 AMG," I said proudly.

"Geez, Margaret, that's a sweet ride. I'm driving a company car."

"Wait for me by the exit, okay, Sam," I said as we parted ways and headed to our cars.

"Sure will," Sam said, then talked to his dog. "Come on, Buster, it's time for a ride in the car."

Buster's tail went wild as he and his master walked away from me.

I watched them both for a few seconds. They both seemed to have a special bounce in their walks.

As I turned and started toward the Benz, I thought to myself, "This cock hunting thing might not be too hard. In less than twenty-four hours, I've already found two willing men who both could care less about who scored the winning touchdown or made the game-saving tackle. I guess not all men turn into football zombies as I had thought.”

I slipped into my heeled sandals and slid into the driver's seat. By the time I got the Benz fired up and turned ...