“Merry Christmas darling,” Marian said to me.
“What?” I was curious, wondering why she would say that now.
“We hoped this would pan out and you’d get to enjoy one of your most erotic fantasies.”
“What do you mean? You planned this all along, that we’d end up having a threesome?” I asked.
“She sure did,” Susan said, her hands squeezing at my breasts before coming down to suck a nipple into her hot mouth.
“You should have told me earlier, we could have done this all week.” I laughed.
It was a shame we’d waited so long. It was the best Christmas present ever and one I would never have envisioned her organizing. Susan is coming back again soon, maybe for Easter, so I’m planning new and wonderful things we can do together next time and some of them might even be outdoors. Being an exhibitionist has always been a secret dream of mine and now with two willing women I might be able to complete another fantasy real soon. Quiet Dinners
I’m a photographer, spend most of my time doing glamour shots for old ladies trying to look young but sometimes I get lucky and am asked to do a portfolio for a young girl wanting to break into the modelling world.
It had been a tough week and I was having a quiet dinner at my favourite restaurant enjoying the peace and quiet. I always request the table in the corner, it’s reasonably secluded, gives me a view of the street without any one able to see me due to a large plant obscuring me completely.
I’d just finished an eye fillet steak and was enjoy a drop of red wine when someone approached me. At first, I thought it was the waiter but when I glanced up, I saw a pretty woman about my age smiling down at me.
“Excuse me,” she said. “I don’t mean to interrupt but I’m dining alone too and was wondering if you needed company?”
“That’s very nice of you but I’ve finished my meal. I was going to order a fruit and cheese platter though if you’d like to join me, I’d be delighted.”
“That’s great,” she said, pulling out a chair. “I’ve had a hell of a day and really need to talk to someone normal who’s not in the business.”
My eyebrow arched. I wondered what business she was referring to.
“My name is Rhonda,” she said.
“I’m Charlie,” I said, “pleased to meet you.”
“Charlie? An interesting name for a woman. Were your parents hoping for a boy?”
“No, they just liked the name so…”
The waiter arrived and I ordered the platter.
“What would you like to drink,” I asked.
“Anything,” she said, “how about a bottle of Pinot Noir. I see you’ve already been drinking red.”
“Could you chill the bottle,” I asked to the waiter.
“Oh, my.” She laughed. “That’s exactly how I like mine too.”
She seemed delightful. She had dark brown hair, cropped to her face. Large brown eyes stared back at me and her lips were full, glossed with a dark red. She wore a red dress which hugged her body. Her figure was quite voluptuous and as she crossed her legs, I caught a flash of something dark. Panties or was that her thatch?
“I know why I’m dining alone but what about you?” she asked.
“I’m a photographer. I’ve had the worst week. Newborn babies crying all the time, a photo shoot at the beach where it rained the whole time. Had to cancel that one. A fashion show and an engagement and then an episode today which shocked even me, and I’ve seen most things.”
“Oh, sounds intriguing.”
“What about you? What sort of business are you in?”
“Entertainment,” she said, flashing her smile at me as she battered her eyelids.
Was she coming on to me?
“What sort of entertainment. Are you an actress?”
“Sort of,” she said, leaning into the table and speaking in a conspirator’s voice.
“Now you’re being intriguing.” I laughed.
The platter arrived and so did the wine. We toasted to new friendships and picked at the cheeses before she spoke again.
“Let’s see if you can guess what I do for a living,” she said.
“Okay. Now I know you’re not an actor…”
“I didn’t actually say I wasn’t…I said sort of.”
“So, you’re a sort of actor. A director?”
“No, but part of my job is to direct people.”
“A writer?”
“Nope, but I have read scripts before.”
“Don’t tell me you’re a secretary.”
“I won’t because I’m not.”
“Okay, I give up. What line of work are you in?”
“I’m a call girl.”
I almost choked on my drink.