44 Div. F, my first F2F, called a F escort

I don't know what got into me, why I did it, or did it this way but I did. First I am D, a 44 year old divorced white female. I'm been apart from my ex for 8 years, divorced for 4 of those. The first four we still saw each other, like we were dating and yes fucking some. Then he got a very young girl at his office pregnant so we signed the papers. I make a very good living in my own field, and since I no longer have any ties here at home I take longer assignments out of town. I am naturally blonde, even my pubic hair is blonde. I've known other women who were blonde on the head, natural too, but light brown or mixed on their pubes. I really don't grow wild pubes, I shave where it crosses into the tops of my inner thigh, and a bit on the sides to keep it in my bikini lines. I am 5ft. 8in tall, weigh 114lbs, and have since I was in college. I wear the same size dress, though I have to admit my C cups, with dark pink nips, do tend to have a bit of a gravity drop to them these days. I mean it's not bad I knew girls in high school who's boobs sagged lower than mine do now at 44. My legs and my ass I always thought were my best features and they are still nice, and taught. Now sexually, for the last 3 years I'd not had sex with anyone. My ex and I cheated on his new wife for several months until after the baby was born. I had one sexual encounter with a horrible man who figured that I "owed" him a fuck. I went along and his tiny little 5 inches could barely get in me and frankly it was so thin I didn't feel much at all. I let him, he came and I ushered him out the door.

So now, I'm in Paris for 6 months. I have a corporate paid apartment, in an incredible, modern, doorman building. I have an office on another floor in the building and there have two assistants and one admin, which over here it's OK to call them secretaries. I do speak the language that is one of the reasons I took on this assignment. After 3 years of no sex, and going out with one of my assistants, I realized she was lesbian and she was really open about it. She'd had sex with men and women and just preferred women, not just sexually but emotionally as well. The sex was closer, more fulfilling she said. I would go with her to lesbian and gay bars, nightclubs etc. We'd dance and have fun, she never made a pass at me, nor I her. We both subscribed to the "don't shit where you eat" philosophy of workplace romance. Though I must say I never thought of it as romance, I guess I didn't think of it at all. Though after 2 more weeks I did start paying more attention. The women lovers, even casual pickups were gentle, loving to each other, not the way men are until they get their cock in you. I have to say it got me wondering.

My assistant was in London for a week, I went alone to a lesbian bar, I bought women I knew drinks, they for me. A couple made passes at me, and I was very polite in saying I was straight. One, Cecile, was very frank and just said "NO, you are not!" and she meant it, adding "I can tell, believe me, you'll find out soon". I went home and purposely stripped to my panties, garter, stockings and heels. My boobs swaying freely, and all I could think of was Cecile naked. I'd never seen her naked but I imagined it. So I called an escort service that advertised women for women or couples and men for men or couples. I was so damn nervous I hung up. A half hour later I called and was put at ease by the woman on the phone. I had a private, anonymous email and she sent me pictures while we were on the phone. Very beautiful, naked women. I told her I was a novice at lesbian sex, and needed someone who would be understanding. She suggested a beautiful, dyed blonde girl of 27 named Anime. I asked what I should be wearing and she told me that all or nothing is fine, it is up to me. I told her what I was wearing and she said it sounded great, she wished she was coming instead of Anime.

I phoned the doorman to let her in. An was in a beautiful dress, not looking like an escort at all. I paid, and we went to the bedroom with some champagne. She too was in garter and stockings, though no bra, no panties. She took off her dress, her heels, and pushed me down on the bed. She took off my heels then made love to me. Not just to me, not just licking my pussy which is what I thought lesbian love was. No this woman made love to my entire body, and to me, the me inside. Yes I went down on her, eating my first pussy ever, sticking my fingers in another woman's pussy, She got on top of me, and was grinding our pussies together like she was a man fucking, but no penetration, and constant light caresses on my boobs, and kisses like butterflies. I came 4 times that night. I think she came twice but I'm not sure if it was an act. I asked if I could see her again and she said to call the number and ask for me. She only works between 9pm and 3am unless she's on a call that requires her to travel with a customer, or is spending the night. I asked about how much the night was and if she was willing to come back the next evening. I called the service with her still there, she talked to the woman and instead of paying for the night, she made me the last call of the night, at midnight. So the next night I spent the night with An and had the best sex I've ever experienced.

I did call her back about 6 times, I even had her and another woman from the agency come over. Back at the lesbian bar Cecile came over to my table with a glass of wine in each hand. We talked for a few minutes and she said she was mad at me. I asked why and she said that I had been initiated into lesbian sex and she didn't do it. She wanted to be my first. "Well, you can be second" I told her. "You don't know me, I am pretty dominant with women, I like to be serviced by a woman" was her reply. "I think I can service you just fine" I said as I reached under her skirt to her bare, shaved pussy. We paid the tab and went back to her place.

I can't say I'm a full lesbian now, but for the past 4 months I've only had women lovers and I have enjoyed better than anything before.