My name is Joe, a 30-year-old man living in Bangalore, working for a startup. I have been keeping a secret from my colleagues and friends. For the past few years, I have been working as a male escort. It all started when I was in college, and a friend introduced me to this world. I found it exciting and decided to continue after graduation. I met various women, each with their own stories, desires, and fantasies. But no matter how many times I did it, I always made sure to maintain a level of professionalism and respect.
One day, I received a message from an unknown number. It was Reshma, a 32-year-old woman who worked as an HR manager in a well-known company. She was married and had a kid but was not satisfied with her married life, as her husband was not good at sex. Reshma was referred to me by her friend Pooja, who was a regular client of mine. We agreed to meet in a coffee shop on a Friday evening, two months back.
At 7:01 pm, a woman entered the cafe. She had a slender figure in a crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt. She scanned the room, and our eyes locked. I flashed her my best charming smile and beckoned her over.
“Joe?” she asked, settling into the seat across from me once she reached the table.
As soon as I saw Reshma, I said, “Reshma, is it? I’m Joe, nice to meet you. Can I get you a drink?”
I knew she was different. She was not just another client. There was something about her that drew me in. We exchanged pleasantries and started talking. We spoke about our lives, our dreams, and our desires. We laughed, teased, and challenged each other. We vibed. It was as if we had known each other for years.
Reshma told me, “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted, her voice low and eyes downcast. “But the thought of you…of us…has been consuming me for days now.”
We left the coffee shop with a promise to meet again the next day.
The following morning, I received a text from Reshma, confirming our meeting and informing me that she had booked a hotel room for us. I made my way to the hotel, where Reshma was already waiting for me. She greeted me with a hug, and our bodies pressed against each other, instantly igniting a spark.
We made our way to the room, and as soon as the door closed behind us, we embraced again.
“Joe,” she breathed, moving towards me. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Likewise, gorgeous,” I growled, pulling her flush against me. She melted into the embrace, pressing her lush curves to my hard planes. I captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, my hands roaming greedily over her body.
This time, our lips met in a passionate kiss. I quickly removed my clothes, backing her towards the bed as we continued our erotic battle of lips, teeth, and tongues. She cradled my face almost reverently as I nipped and sucked my way down her throat. Her pulse fluttered under my lips.
I kissed her ear and gently licked it, causing her to shiver. I pressed her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands, as I sucked her tongue and lips. Our clothes came off, revealing our naked bodies, ready to embrace each other. Our connection deepened as we explored every inch of each other’s bodies. We touched, kissed, and teased each other, until we could no longer resist the urge to satisfy our desires.
We tumbled onto the cool sheets in a tangle of naked limbs. She looked up at me, her eyes molten, pupils blown wide with desire. “Touch me, Joe. I need your hands on me.”
“Where do you want them, Reshma?” I purred, trailing teasing fingertips up the inside of her thigh. She bucked into my touch with a throaty moan.
I cupped her sex, groaning at the slick heat I found there. She was utterly drenched. “Christ, you’re so fucking wet for me already,” I rumbled, circling her clit with the pad of my thumb while my fingers pumped slowly in and out of her. Her responsive body undulated in time with my movements.
“That’s it, baby, let yourself go. I’ve got you,” I crooned. She writhed and gasped, chasing her pleasure. Fuck, but seeing her come apart was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Inside, please Joe! I need your cock!” she keened, trying to pull me on top of her. I obliged willingly, notching my throbbing erection at her entrance.
“I want to hear you,” I commanded gruffly, slowly pushing forward. “Scream for me.”
She let out a choked wail as I bottomed out, hilting myself fully in her tight sheath. “Yes! Oh god, you feel so good!” Her legs came up to wrap around my hips, locking me in place.
I set a deep, driving rhythm, angling to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. “That’s it, Reshma. Take it. You’re mine, understand?”
“Yes! All yours!” she babbled incoherently, clinging to me like a lifeline. The sounds she made were symphonic.
I could tell she was close by the way her walls fluttered around me. I redoubled my efforts, fucking her hard and fast.
With an ear-piercing scream, she came explosively, juices flooding my cock. The rhythmic clenching of her sex sent me careening over the edge.
“So fucking good,” I hissed through clenched teeth as I spilled deep inside her. We collapsed together in a sweaty heap, gasping for air.
We then switched to the cowgirl position, and I could feel her body moving on top of mine. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her body moving in rhythm with mine. I reached up and cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. I could feel her body shaking, and I knew she was close again. I increased my pace, and she cried out in pleasure as she reached her third orgasm.
We then switched to the 69 position, and I could feel her body moving on top of mine. I sucked her clitoris gently, causing her to moan louder. She sucked my penis, causing me to moan louder. We moved in rhythm with each other, our bodies entwined. I could feel her body shaking, and I knew she was close again. I increased my pace, and she cried out as she reached her fourth orgasm.
We lay down on the bed, our bodies entwined. We were both exhausted, but we couldn’t help but smile at each other. We had shared something special, and we both knew it. We lay there for a while, our bodies entwined, enjoying the afterglow of our passionate encounter.
Reshma then got up and dressed, and we made our way out of the hotel. We said our goodbyes, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. I knew I would see her again, but it wouldn’t be the same. We had shared something special, and I knew I would always treasure it.
As we left the hotel room, Reshma turned to me and smiled. “Thank you, Joe,” she said. “That was amazing.”
I smiled back at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said. “I know I did.”
We said our goodbyes, with Reshma promising to call me again soon. I knew that I had made a strong connection with her, and I couldn’t wait to see her again.
As I walked back to my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. I had helped a woman fulfill her desires, and in doing so, had found a sense of purpose and fulfillment in my own life. I knew that this was a job that I would continue to take pride in, and I looked forward to the many adventures that were still to come.