It was nearly time for his appointment. He had planned everything carefully, 3 p.m. sharp, ensuring Cathy would be out for the afternoon, in fact, until early evening if she came home at all. There was no need to rush, no reason to worry. And yet, his pulse told a different story. 

His legs felt leaden as he climbed the steps to Heather’s door. He knocked twice, just as instructed, his stomach tightening. This was his first time hiring an escort, an experience he had fantasised about. Still, now, standing here, it felt dangerously real. 

Footsteps approached, growing louder. His breath caught. Should he turn, or should he run? The door creaked open.

“Andy.”

“Sophy.”

His mind reeled. A familiar face. A name he hadn't expected.

They stood frozen, taking in the impossible reality before them.

"Oh, for goodness' sake, don't just stand there; get in," she said, almost breathless, pulling him inside.

They stood for a moment, caught in a tense silence, each trying to process the unexpected twist of fate.

“Well, you’re not Heather,” Andy finally said, attempting a half-hearted smirk.

Sophy’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Hmm… and you’re not Brian.”

“Come on, we can’t stand here talking,” Sophy said briskly, taking his hand and leading him upstairs.

The room was modest but intimate. A large bed dominated the space, its crisp linens neatly arranged, while soft lighting cast a warm, almost seductive glow. A door to the side led to an en-suite bathroom, its frosted glass slightly ajar. Andy swallowed hard. There was no turning back now.

The air carried a faint trace of fresh paint, mingling with the delicate scent of flowers adorning the small side table. Everything was meticulously arranged, yet something about it felt almost homely.

Sophy turned to face him, her expression unreadable. “So, Andy… what now?”

"Well, what now, indeed?" he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. "This is a bit of a muddle. We are not who we say we are; you're not what I thought, I mean, kind", stumbling forward.

"Oh shut up, you silly sod", Sophy giggled, and she sat alongside him on the bed before taking the upper hand and pushing Andy onto his back and straddling his thighs.

“Look, you have booked me for an hour, and I aim to get that hour, then we talk, ok?” looking directly into Andy; s eye’s

"Ok," a plaintive, squeaky reply before gaining his composure.

Sophy was a striking woman in her early forties. Her piercing blue eyes held a glint of both mischief and experience. Her golden blonde hair cascaded in soft waves past her shoulders, framing high cheekbones and full lips that seemed perpetually on the edge of a knowing smile. Her figure was toned and athletic, a testament to years of care and confidence, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts, full yet naturally firm, complemented her silhouette flawlessness. 

Before Andy fully realised the situation, Sophy had already unfastened his trousers, pulling them down into a heap around his ankles. His breath hitched as her fingers lingered long enough to send a shiver racing down his spine. 

"Hmm, is this for me?" he ran a finger, digging in a nail up the length of a distinctive bulge growing inside his pants.

She sat back slightly, her gaze roaming over him with an unreadable expression, half amusement, half something deeper. Slowly, she reached for the straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders in a fluid motion. The fabric whispered as it fell, pooling around her waist and revealing smooth, toned skin and delicate lace beneath.

Andy let his fingers twitch at his sides before he reached for her, tracing the curve of her waist before gliding upward. She shivered under his touch but didn't stop him. Instead, she leaned in, her breath warm against his neck.

“You’re hesitating,” she murmured, a teasing lilt in her voice.

He exhaled sharply. “I just… didn’t expect this.”

She smirked, slipping her fingers beneath his shirt and pulling it over his head. "Neither did I," she admitted, pressing her body against his. "But here we are. I have fancied you since you moved into the close."

"And I have fancied you since that day you came back from a jog", he whispered softly.

Andy reached up, his fingers fumbling slightly as he searched for the clasp of her bra. His touch was firm but eager, his breath warm against her skin. As he finally unhooked it, he looked directly into her eyes, a slow, knowing smile on his lips.

“That pert little arse of yours in those trainers…”

Sophy let out a soft, breathy laugh, her eyes flickering with something playful yet dangerous. “Oh, so you have noticed,” she teased.

Before he could reply, their lips met in a deep, urgent kiss. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together as if closing the space between them wasn’t enough. The warmth of her skin against his sent a bolt of electricity through him, making his pulse hammer.

“No second thoughts. No doubts.” She whispered….    

Just the intoxicating heat of her body, the taste of her lips, and the feeling that, whatever came next, nothing would ever be the same again.  

The last of their clothes fell away, the last remnants of hesitation. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, anticipation thick in the air.

Sophy, her confidence unwavering, smirked as she placed a hand on his chest and gave him a playful shove. "Come on, you hulk," she commanded, her tone both teasing and firm. "Up the bed."

Andy obeyed, his breath uneven as he shifted back onto the soft sheets. Sophy followed, crawling after him with a slow, deliberate grace. Her movements were fluid and controlled, and her presence

was overwhelming. She straddled his chest, pinning him beneath her, her thighs framing his torso as she hovered just above him.

The warmth of her skin, the intoxicating scent of her damp white lace knickers filling the air, sent a fresh jolt of arousal through him. She watched him grow, her blue eyes locked onto his, daring him to move, react, and do something. 

Andy swallowed hard, his hands instinctively reaching for her hips. She tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering across her face as she leaned closer. "I hope you're ready for this,” she murmured, husky. 

Undoubtedly, this was her game, and she was in control. 

Andy’s hands roamed instinctively, his fingers brushing along the smooth expanse of Sophy’s thighs as she hovered above him. Slowly, he traced his way upward, his touch light but deliberate. 

She let out a soft gasp as his fingers found their way beneath the delicate lace of her knickers, stroking gently along her warm wet slit, finding the lips opening against his touch. A shiver ran through her, and she tilted her head back, her fingers weaving into her hair as a low, satisfied sigh escaped her lips. 

“Oh yesss…” she hissed, her voice melting into the dimly lit room.

Encouraged by her response, Andy deepened his touch, relishing how she reacted beneath his fingertips. She rolled her hips instinctively, meeting his movements, her breath coming in soft, uneven waves. 

The air between them thickened, charged with anticipation and desire. She leaned forward, her palms pressing against his chest as she looked down at him, a slow, sultry smile curving her lips.

“You’re a fast learner,” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper.

Andy grinned up at her, his hands still exploring, discovering. "Just following your lead."

She let out a breathy laugh before leaning in, her lips brushing his ear. “Then don’t fucking stop now.”   

Sophy’s breath was warm against his ear, sending a delicious shiver down Andy’s spine. Encouraged by her words, his hands grew bolder, tracing slow, deliberate patterns along her thighs before slipping beneath the lace of her knickers once more.

He quickly flipped her over, and she looked in surprise.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" Sophy said, with a coy smile and pretence of arrogance, ready for what may come?

Andy took control, to her surprise, exhaling sharply, her body instinctively responding to his touch. Rolling her hips against his hand, she closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the sensation, before lifting herself just enough to allow him to slide the delicate fabric down over her legs.  

He took his time, his fingers gliding along her smooth skin as he removed the last barrier between them. She watched him, her blue eyes dark with desire, her lips slightly parted as she straddled him once more, pressing her bare skin against his.

Their bodies moved together in slow, unhurried exploration, hands mapping new territory, lips meeting in deep, lingering kisses. Every touch and sigh was a wordless conversation, a dance of need and control.

Sophy pulled back slightly, her fingertips tracing the outline of his jaw before she whispered, “I like the way you follow…..”

Andy smirked, gripping her hips as he shifted beneath her. “Then show me what comes next.”

With a teasing smile, she leaned upwards, pressing her body to his, and let instinct take over.

There was no hesitation; her remark was merely an invitation. With a swift yet deliberate movement, Andy flipped her onto her back, his hands gently but firmly parting her legs, claiming the moment between them.

"Should we" he started to say,

"no", replied Sophy; I've not been touched for a long time at home.

“Same here” Andy replied 

"Then take it; it's yours", she whispered, deepening her head into the pillow.  

With that, Andy took Sophy raw, with no protection, sheer lust taking over.

Sophy's body tensed for a moment, then relaxed completely as she surrendered to the moment. Andy pushed against her slowly, letting the end of his hard cock press against the open and wet lips of her swollen pussy; she let out a deep, satisfied sigh, eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensation.

For the first time in a long time, there were no obligations, no guilt, just the exquisite rush of being wanted and seen as a mature woman.

Andy moved slowly, savouring the moment, the warmth of her beneath him, the way her body responded to his touch. Sophy let out a soft, trembling sigh, her fingers gliding over his back, pulling him closer. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, drawing him in, her body arching to meet his.

Their breaths mingled, uneven and deep, the room filled with the quiet sounds of anticipation and pleasure. Andy brushed his lips over her collarbone, trailing kisses along her neck, drinking every gasp.  

Her hands tangled in his hair nails grazing his scalp. As she surrendered to the sensation, the tension melted away. It wasn't just about need; it was something more—something unspoken—a long-buried hunger being fed at last.  

“You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

She smiled, running her fingers along his jaw, tilting her hips in response. “Then don’t stop.”

Andy didn't intend to. Not now. Not when they had finally found something, they didn't even realise they had been missing. 

There was no clock, no time, only the rhythm of their bodies moving in perfect unison. The heat between them swelled with each motion, each touch, each breathless whisper.

Sophy clung to him, her fingers pressing into his back as Andy moved against her, their bodies fitting together as if they had always belonged this way. Every thrust sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through her, her gasps breaking into soft, breathy moans, each one urging him on. 

Andy clasped his hand on either side of her head, holding her gently. He watched her, mesmerised by the way she responded, the way her lips parted with each urgent thrust, the way her body arched to meet his.

The tension between them built higher, the air thick with heat, their breathing ragged. Sophy's head pressed back against the bed. Her eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered fully, lost in the intensity of it all.

Andy leaned down, his lips finding hers in a deep, desperate kiss as if sealing this moment between them. There was nothing else, just them, just this, just the fire that neither of them wanted to extinguish. 

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, a fevered dance reaching its inevitable crescendo. The heat between them built to an unbearable peak, their breaths tangled, their moans dissolving into one another.

Then, suddenly, they unravelled together.

Sophy let out a muffled scream, her body tightening around him as waves of pleasure surged through her, raw and unrelenting. Her nails raked across his back, her thighs trembling as she clung to him, her release seizing her in a dizzying storm of sensation.

Andy groaned, his own climax crashing through him, fierce and consuming. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath ragged, his body pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure.

For a moment, neither moved. Lost, suspended in the lingering intensity of what they had just shared. Their bodies, still entwined, trembled in the final echoes of lust, a slow, shuddering descent from pure ecstasy.

Andy groaned, his grip once more tightening around her shoulders as his own orgasm overtook him, the sheer intensity leaving him breathless. His body pulsed with pleasure, his vision momentarily blurring as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. Every nerve in his body was alive, electrified, lost in the raw, primal moment between them.

They rode the waves together, their bodies trembling, caught in the aftershocks of pleasure. Sophy’s chest rose and fell in deep, shuddering breaths, her limbs slackening as the tension ebbed away. Andy remained above her, his weight comforting rather than heavy, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her skin.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. No words were needed, just the sound of their slowing breaths, the warmth of their entwined bodies, and the undeniable connection that neither had expected but could deny. 

Finally, Sophy let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her fingers drifting through Andy’s hair. “Well,” she murmured with a lazy smile, “I think we needed that.”  

“We did,” Andy murmured, exhaling deeply as he rolled onto his back, his body still humming from the intensity of their fuck. He lay beside Sophy, their skin slick with heat, their breaths still uneven as they came down from the high together. 

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The room was silent except for the faint rustling of sheets and their chests' slow, rhythmic rise and fall. Andy stared at the ceiling, his mind still reeling from what had happened and how completely it had consumed him. 

Sophy shifted slightly, turning onto her side to face him, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his chest. Something unreadable was in her expression: satisfaction, curiosity, maybe even a hint of disbelief. 

She laughed softly, her lips curling into a lazy smile. "Well, that was unexpected."

Andy turned his head toward her, smirking. “Yeah? Can’t say I had this on my afternoon agenda either.”   

She propped herself on one elbow, gazing down at him, her blonde hair tousled and wild against the pillow. "No regrets?"   

His eyes softened as he reached up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “None, you?”   

She leaned down and gave him a long Kiss, their tongues flicking, playing against each other. Then, he hesitated for only a second before shaking her head. “Not a single one.”

Andy grinned, pulling her closer. “Good.” As he leaned in again for another deep kiss

She nestled into his side, resting her head against his shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. Whatever this was, whatever had just happened between them, it wasn’t just about lust. It was something deeper, something unspoken. Lying there, not trying to clean up, had been far from normal for her; for now, neither wanted to question it. They lay there, wrapped in the quiet aftermath.

Then reality stepped in. "Come on, get up, get out," she commanded, taking over the situation again.  

Eventually,  Andy finished tying his laces, his mind still caught in the haze of what had just happened. The warmth of Sophy’s body sadly washed away, but he knew reality was already creeping back in.   

Sophy sat quietly beside him, her expression softer now, as if she were still processing the weight of it all.

“Listen,” she said hesitantly, her fingers fidgeting in her lap.

Andy turned to her, meeting her gaze, and before she could say more, he gently placed a finger against her lips.

“Shhh,” he murmured, offering her a small smile. “No need.”

But she shook her head, determination flickering in her blue eyes, tears welling up. A sniff, and she drew a breath. "No, you need to know," she insisted, exhaling slowly. I know the girls in this house. I met them through my social work. They were all like this, forced to work, and they encouraged me…...” Her voice was quiet, almost as if she was confessing something to herself as much as to him.  

Andy held her hand, his thumb stroking across her knuckles, reassuring her without words.

“I didn’t come here looking for this,” he admitted. “But I’m glad I did.”

She gave him a weak smile, her fingers tightening around his. “My husband… he has no drive, no interest. I love him, but I needed this. I needed to feel wanted.”

Andy nodded, understanding; Cathey is the same; she just….

“And now?” Andy said quietly

She hesitated for only a moment before looking up at him. “I don’t regret it.”

He smiled, lifting her hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against her fingers. "Then maybe this doesn't have to be just once."   

A flicker of something, hope, desire, relief, passed through her eyes. She leaned in, her lips brushing his one last time before whispering, “I hope not...”  

As Andy stood to leave, he didn’t look back. He knew this wasn’t an ending. It was the start of something neither of them had expected, but neither was ready to walk away from.  

As the bedroom door closed behind him, he heard a gentle sobbing of joy.