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Thursday, March 22, 2012


Amanda Prescott paced the hotel room.

She stopped to look at the clock beside the bed. 6:52. She began to chew on her acrylic nail. She had never been so nervous in her life. Why, oh why, was she going through with this?

She continued pacing. She blamed her co-worker. If Monica hadn't have come to work on Monday, grinning like the God damned Cheshire Cat, then Amanda wouldn't be in this kind of situation. Yes, that's it. It's all Monica's fault.

A knock at the door caused Amanda's head to turn, her green eyes widening with fear.

Hesitantly, she pulled open the door. A gorgeous man stood before her. His sandy blonde hair was well groomed, his face chiselled and clean shaven, and his eyes were the most gorgeous shade of deep blue that Amanda had ever seen.

“Hi,” he greeted, flashing his perfect smile. “I'm Steve. Are you Amanda?”

Amanda nodded, swallowing hard, her eyes looking at her feet. She moved aside to allow Steve into the room. He was impeccably dressed with black dress pants, a crisp red shirt and a black jacket. The top two buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned.

“I'm just going to have a quick shower, then we can get started,” he said, giving her an easy-going smile. Again, Amanda nodded, unsure of what to do. She lamely pointed to the bathroom and watched as Steve entered, closing the door behind him.

Sighing, Amanda wandered out onto the balcony of the inner-city hotel. This was definitely all Monica's fault.

Monica had her sister's wedding to attend, and with no date prospect, she had hired a male escort to attend with her. She had booked him for the whole weekend and ended up having the best sex of her life. 

“We were so loud, that we actually had complaints from the occupants in the rooms next to ours,” she had told Amanda on Monday morning before their big meeting. “Thomas was just amazing.”

“So, you paid a guy to spend the whole weekend with you?” The concept for a male escort was foreign to Amanda. She had never once considered paying a man to sleep with her. Monica had nodded. “Of course, you don't have to have him for a weekend. You can hire him for a couple of hours, get your rocks off, then he leaves. I have to say, it was the best money I've ever spent.”

Amanda glanced down at the city below. 

Later that day, Monica had swung by Amanda's office to discuss an upcoming merger and found her trolling the internet, looking for male escorts. Amanda had confessed it had been nearly a year since she had last had sex, and the future was looking pretty bleak.

Standing at 5'6, Amanda was cute. Not pretty. Not knock-out stunning. Cute. She had green eyes, honey blonde hair, large breasts that were more a curse than a blessing, and hips to match. Monica, on the other hand, was tall with sweeping raven hair, dark brown eyes, olive skin and had no fat anywhere on her body. If they walked down the street together, everyone would look at Monica.

Now, as she stood on the balcony, her hair blowing wildly in the wind, she felt even more self-concious.

Monica had told her to relax, and to enjoy herself. “Have a glass of wine, relax in a bubble bath, the put on your sexiest bra and panty set and a large fluffy robe.” 

That afternoon, Amanda found herself shopping for lingerie.  

The wind blew, whistling between the concrete and glass buildings. Amanda tighten the tie on her white, fluffy robe. She hadn't even noticed that Steve had finished his shower.

He wrapped his arms around her. Amanda screamed, spinning around, her hand over her heart. Steve back off. “Hey, it's just me,” he said, smiling at her. “Nothing to be afraid of.”

Amanda nodded, wishing her heart would stop beating so fast. She was afraid it would break right through her chest.

It was then she noticed that Steve was naked. Well, she assumed he was naked. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, a few stray water droplets ran down over his muscular body. His arms were huge, his shoulders broad, his abs....well, Amanda could barely contain the drool that had developed in her mouth.

“Why don't we come back inside?” Steve suggested, taking her hand and pulling her back into the hotel room.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting beside him, subtlety asking her to join him. Amanda folded her arms across her body, hugging herself. Her nerves had finally set in.

“I've never done this before,” she said, softly as she sat beside him.

She ducked her head, refusing to look at the gorgeous half naked man sitting beside her. Steve cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “I can tell,” he said softly. “Amanda, we don't have to have sex if you don't want to. You've paid for my company. If you want to sit here and talk for a couple of hours, I'm fine with that. Or if you want to get dressed, we can go out. Hell, I'm even up for a game of Twister.” Amanda giggled as Steve gave her a lopsided devilish grin. 

He touched her hand, lightly grazing his thumb over her ivory skin. “It's not always about sex,” he added, his eyes trained on hers.

Amanda bit her lower lip. “Do you want to have sex?” she asked, timidly.

Steve took her hand and placed it on his groin that was covered by the towel. Her eyes widened when she felt his erection strain against her palm. “Does that answer your question?” he asked.

Amanda nodded, licking her lips, her eyes trained on Steve's package.

He lent in slowly, kissing her neck. Amanda's eyes closed and she whimpered. Steve softly chuckled to himself. “Stand up,” he said. Amanda's eyes opened again and she obeyed, scrambling to her feet. 

Reaching out to her, Steve undid her robe. He stood up, gently gliding the fluffy hotel robe off her body, allowing it to crumple onto the floor. 

Amanda stood before him, her arms automatically covering her stomach and breasts. Steve grabbed her arms and pushed her backwards until her back came into contact with the wall. He kissed the nape of her neck, his tongue tracing a trail down to her collarbone, licking and sucking at her flesh, his fingers intertwined with hers.

He took a step back, admiring her. Amanda's hands crept up to cover her semi-nakedness but Steve stopped her. “You have the most luscious breasts I have ever seen,” he said, taking her hands and placing them over her head. “Don't cover them up.” He kissed the tops of her breasts, his tongue tickling the skin.

Amanda's breathing became more ragged. Her skin was flushed, her nipples straining against the flimsy material of her black and pink lace bra. Steve grinned, pinching her nipple between his fingers. Her gasps were music to his ears.

He pulled her into his body, his erection pressing against her body. He unclasped her bra, discarding it. The feel of her naked breasts pressed against his chest made his cock jump with anticipation. 

Steve dropped to his knees, his hands fondling her breasts, pulling on her taut nipples, watching her facial reactions. He kissed along her belly, his tongue dipping into her bellybutton. He could smell her arousal.

Amanda let out a guttural groan when Steve stopped, opting to get to his feet. He took her hand and led her back to the bed. “Lie down,” he instructed. Amanda did. Steve placed his body on top of hers and kissed her passionately.

Amanda was shocked. She had heard somewhere that an escort wouldn't kiss a client. Something about it being to personal. Oh wait. That was from Pretty Woman.

Steve slid down over her body, his mouth enclosing around one of her nipples as he sucked it, nipping it gently, feeling it harden in his mouth, while his hand worked the other breast, kneading it, tugging her nipple until Amanda cried out, begging him not to stop.

Steve moved down, feeling her body writhe beneath his touch. He pulled her panties down. The crotch was wet and the scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils. He planted a soft kiss on her pubic bone as he parted her legs.

Amanda was wet, her juices seeping out of her, trickling down her thigh. Steve ran his tongue along her creamy white thigh, picking up her trail, tasting her desire for him. 

He traced a finger along her pussy, feeling the slickness of her want. Without any trouble, he inserted two fingers. He could feel her clamp down, her inner muscles trapping the invaders of her body. With his thumb, Steve began to rub her clitoris, feeling it throb with desire and anticipation of the ultimate release. For a brief moment, his thoughts flooded back to his own throbbing appendage. He shifted his weight and continued to focus on Amanda.

He could feel her excitement building, her body twitching at his touch. He watched as her hands gripped the bed sheets, her long black nails lost in a sea of white cotton. He watched as her eyes closed and her back arched. He smiled as her gasps became more audible. 

And then she came with a sudden strangled cry escaping her throat.

Steve smiled in satisfaction as her body began to relax a little. He withdrew his fingers which caused Amanda to whimper at the sudden loss she felt.

She propped herself up on her elbows, trying to think of something to say to him, when Steve removed his towel. Amanda's jaw dropped. To say he had a large package would have been an understatement. He was huge!

Steve rolled on a condom, relishing her expression. He positioned himself between her thighs, his strong arms holding her legs apart. His thumb returned to rubbing her clitoris which was highly sensitive. Amanda's eyes closed as, with one swift thrust, Steve entered her.

He took her hands, holding them above her head, his body pressing down on hers. He kissed her neck as he slid in and out of her with ease.

She looked up at him, her eyes half open, a glassy expression crossing her face as her hips bucked back to meet his. He kissed her passionately, his tongue massaging hers, sweat from his brow trickling down his nose.

Amanda's moans of pleasure grew louder as Steve picked up the pace. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said, in between grunts. Amanda obliged, crossing her ankles, locking Steve in place. He pulled her up into his lap so that she was riding him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands gripped her hips, lifting her upwards before pulling her down fully on his length.

Her clitoris rubbed against his tense abdominal muscles. Sweat slid down Steve's chest as his breathing became more ragged. 

“I want you to come for me again,” he said, setting his jaw, his eyes studying the beautiful creature before him that was gyrating her body on his.

Amanda opened her eyes. “I don't think I can,” she panted.

Steve's eyes twinkled with delight. Still with one arm wrapped around her, he slid the other hand between them.


Amanda's eyes rolled back into her head as his fingers found their way expertly to her clit, rubbing her to the point of no return. With a loud cry, Amanda lifted herself from him, her body shuddering as she came again.

Steve smiled before letting go of his restraint and coming with her.

Exhausted, Amanda collapsed on the bed as Steve untangled himself from her. 

Breathing hard, she opened her eyes. “That was – whoa,” was all she could say. Steve chuckled. He glanced at the clock. “I’m going to take another shower,” he said. Amanda nodded, suddenly feeling self-concious and pulling the sheet up over her naked body.

She watched as Steve made his way into the bathroom. She suddenly felt very ashamed of herself. She had just paid for sex. And regardless of how good it was, tears still sprung to her eyes. She jammed the palms of her hands into her eyes, in an attempt to stop the tears. It didn't work. She was still visibly upset when Steve emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, looking like a million bucks.

“Amanda?” he questioned. “Sweetheart, what's wrong?”

She shook her head, trying to dismiss her feelings. But Steve wouldn't let up. He continued to pester her until she finally told him that she was ashamed that she enjoyed their coupling.

“Normally, a man of your calibre would never look at a girl like me,” she told him, sniffing, refusing to look him in the eye.

“How do you know that?” he asked, running his hand along her jaw in a tender and loving manner.

“Just look at you. You're a handsome, gorgeous man. And I'm”

Steve grabbed her hand, forcefully pulling her out of the bed. He dragged her into the bathroom and flipped on the light, forcing her to stand in front of him.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered. “Amanda, look at how beautiful you are.”

Amanda stared at herself. She didn't see beautiful. She saw frumpy. Her hair was a mess, her body was flushed, her breasts full, nipples erect. 

“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” Steve asked. She shook her head. “I see a gorgeous woman with intoxicating eyes, a stunning body, luscious breasts, and scrumptious lips that I enjoyed kissing very much.”

She glanced up at him. “Really?” she asked.

Steve nodded. “Don't presume that I wouldn't look at you if I saw you in the street. Amanda, I would be looking. Possibly leering.”

Amanda smiled.

Steve lent down and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth. When they parted, Amanda was still smiling. “You're either a very good liar or you're the first genuine man I've ever met,” she told him.

Steve smiled, running his hand through her hair. “I tell it how I see it,” he said, kissing her cheek.

He turned to exit the bathroom. 



“If you ever get lonely, here's my card. Call me any time and I'll come right over.”

With a shaking hand, Amanda took his business card. “Thank you,” she whispered. 

Steve grinned before exiting the bathroom and the hotel suite leaving behind only the scent of his cologne and Amanda's desire to see him again.


  1. I have to stop reading these kinds of stories at work. Very hot, very sexy, a very real emotional fueled story. I liked the end how he built up Amanda's confidence in telling her exactly what he sees when he looks at her. More women need to hear that kind of thing from their man.

  2. OMG that was hot! Did this actually happen? If so, wow, what an experience.
    I loved how Steve said that just because he's an escort, it's not always about sex and that they could have gone out for a couple of hours. Sounds like a wonderful night experience :)

  3. Romantic, erotic, highly sexual and yet very sensual - This story had it all. Fantastic story.

  4. This is so different from any erotica story you've done before. This is sweet, and loving, especially the end, but at the same time, it's so hot. ReiRei has done it again ;-)

  5. Very hot, very steamy, very sexy. Does anyone still doubt Rhiannon Irons' writing abilities? This woman knows how to move us, emotionally, with nothing but words.

  6. That was very impressive!!! And parts of it reninded me of another story...... Well done darlin.

  7. Discovered your blog thanks to Trent. This was the first story I read. Hot! Very, very hot! Now if only you'd forget about making The Roommate and focus on filming something like this........I can live to dream.

  8. Omg!!!!! Thats amazing!!!!!! Sooooooo hot!!!! I'd really love someone to tell me that! I know why she means but never getting looked at!!! Great story!!!!!