LBFM Pt. 01

I woke when she climbed into bed and turned off the light although the city lights around the curtains gave enough illumination to see her. She smelled of shampoo and toothpaste but the natural musky scent of her body was intoxicating. My cock twitched some more. She moved towards me across the big bed and I rolled onto my side. She smiled shyly at me.

"I used your free toothbrush, I hope you don't mind."

I grinned at her.

"I'll put in on your room bill. Do you like to cuddle or lie apart? I believe that a cuddle is the purest form of relaxation known to man so I'm a 'cuddler'."

"I don't really know. Normally when I'm with a client we're having sex and then he falls asleep and I just lie over here trying to sleep. If he wakes up and wants more sex then I have to go with it. I think you're a 'first' for me. I must be losing my sex appeal. Time to give up this line of work I guess."

I could hear the giggle in her voice so decided to join in the joke.

"Yeah, I can't understand how you've got this far. You look about 40 and ravaged as hell ... Ouch!"

She punched me lightly on the chest.

"Now who's being cheeky?"

"Yes I was, especially as I've already said I think you're very beautiful. But then maybe my definition of beauty is ravaged 40-year olds ... Ouch!"

"If you think that then why are you being the immovable object? You don't owe your wife any loyalty, you're effectively single and I'm a willing participant so what's the problem?"

With that she ran her hand down my chest and over my stomach and caressed my growing erection through my boxers. I smiled at her and moved her hand away, she grinned a: 'it was worth a try' look. I was silent for a long time as I pondered the question.

"I guess I'm not ready for it yet and I'm not sure I could perform although maybe what you've just felt makes a liar out of me. But ... how embarrassing would that be ... after paying for a ... a ... an escort? See, I can't even say the real word and I don't mean that as an insult. I don't think of you as a ... hooker ... a whore ... even if money has changed hands. You're here and I'm glad, even though it's not for sex, your company is enough. I wouldn't have come back down to look for you again unless I wanted to be with you. Somehow paying for sex would put me on the same level as Jan. It would also put me in the same category as everyone else who cheats on their wives and partners when they're away from home with a mindless fuck."

Jessica was quiet for a moment.

"So, if I wasn't an escort and we had met at a bar by chance and we'd talked and hit it off, would you have made a move on me?"

"Not today, no! In a month's time, who knows?" Anyway, I wouldn't have even started talking to you because you would have been surrounded by hoards of admiring young men and I'd never stand a chance."

"A ravaged 40-year old surrounded by admiring young men ... I must be very rich to attract them."

We both giggled and I reached out to stroke her face. She caught my hand and lightly kissed the palm.

"They do say that laughter is the strongest aphrodisiac so maybe if I keep making jokes you'll want to make love with me and not worry about your performance."

I smiled enquiringly at the nuanced answer.

"You just said 'make love', isn't that something you do with someone you care about? What about the man in your life that you really make love with, how does he feel about what you do?"

"I have never had a 'man in my life' as a lot of men are put off by the fact that I have a child and the rest are put off by what I do. Not that I've ever told anyone but they guess when I keep coming up here. My mom guessed from the amount of money I make and was horrified but accepts that it is necessary. She's just worried that I'll get beaten up or a catch a disease. To answer your question I repeat what I said earlier, if the person cares about my pleasure then I enjoy it and it becomes love making. Before you ask ... I've had occasional orgasms ... I've faked a lot more... but I guess those that do happen are with someone who I've really got into.

"That's so sad ... not having someone in your life, I mean. But don't worry about orgasms, who needs them?"

She giggled that delightful sound again.

"Well you guys seem to want them judging by the number of condoms I get through. Well, not you of course, special man!"

"No, trust me; I enjoy a good orgasm now and again."

Again, the giggle and we were quiet for a while just looking at each other in comfortable silence and I thought of this sweet girl trapped in a life she didn't want.

"Jessica, I think you're wonderful and it breaks my heart that you have to ... sell yourself ... to earn enough money. Is there nothing else you can do? Are there no nursing jobs here or elsewhere in this part of the world?"

She started to get emotional at my words so I rolled onto my back and pulled her small body into the crook of my arm. She relaxed and laid her head on my chest and put her arm across me and hugged me tight and whispered into my chest, her breath tickling me.

"Thank you for caring, David. You've shown more affection and compassion in 2 hours than I've received in the last two years. Unfortunately, I need to earn quite a bit of money to make sure my daughter can get a good education and go to university and get a degree she can use. When I was growing up my Momma thought that nursing would be the answer for me but there are twice as many nurses as there are jobs, which drives down the pay. The other countries around here do have some jobs and I could go to the UK or the States but I want my daughter to grow up knowing me especially as her father is nowhere around. Being a ... escort in HK seemed to solve that problem but I hate the life but can't get out ..."

She trailed off and I could feel tears falling onto my chest. I wished I'd not started that conversation thread and hugged her tighter and tried to lighten the conversation

"You need Richard Gere to come along and take you away from it all like Julia Roberts."

I felt a sobbing laugh against my body as she picked up on the Pretty Woman reference.

"It did happen to one girl just after I started, she became a ... bed-warmer ... for a ... client ... a married guy who came to live here on his own but he went back after 18 months. At least he gave her some money so she didn't need to come back to this life but she loved him and was devastated that he'd left her to go back to his wife. A lot of the girls have regular clients who they hope will take them away from the life."

"Do you ... have someone like that?"

She slowly shook her head but hugged me tighter and surprisingly I felt relief at her answer. My arm fell naturally onto her hip and I couldn't help myself but run it sensuously over her toned buttock before I moved it back to her hip. She giggled through her sobs.

"Naughty! If I didn't know better I would say that you were having a bit of a grope there."

I laughed in return.

"Guilty as charged. I'm just checking up on what I'm missing out on and making sure that the goods are not damaged in case I need to return them to the store."

She muttered something about me being a fool and nuzzled in closer. I could feel her long hair spreading all around us and I kissed the top of her head.

"I think some sleep is needed as I have a meeting at 11.00 and need to be at the office by 10.00. I've set the alarm for 9.00; do you need to be up earlier?"

I felt her shake her head against me and then shortly after she twitched as she started to fall asleep and her breathing slowed. She murmured quietly.

"This is lovely ... I wish we could do this again."

It felt wonderful to know that this beautiful girl, a perfect stranger until a few hours ago, was comfortable enough to fall asleep with me.

I pondered our earlier conversation and admitted she was right.

I was now effectively single and she was willing so why was I holding back?

If we had met in the fictitious bar I would not have tried to chat her up whether she was surrounded by admirers or not. I've never been good at chat-up lines so wouldn't have done more than take surreptitious glances at her and blush furiously if she had caught me looking. In any case the age gap would have made me feel like a pervert and I've always felt embarrassed when I've seen old white guys wandering around Asia with young local girlfriends. I wouldn't want anyone to think I was just the same.

However, holding her firm body close to mine and with her gorgeous breasts pressed against my side was stimulating and comforting and relaxing at the same time. She moved in her sleep and her hand fell naturally across my semi-erect cock I didn't move it away, it felt too good.

With this confusion of thoughts, none of them about Jan or the breakdown of my marriage, I might add, I started to drift of to sleep.

To be continued.