The rain had about stopped when I guided the Benz into my garage. I tossed my purse and keys on the kitchen counter and immediately headed for the relaxing surrounds of my bedroom and bath. Kicking off my shoes, I headed for the tub to start the water; a couple of capfuls of my favorite bubble bath instantly started foaming on the water's surface. I stripped off my wet clothes and stepped into the tub, sitting in about three inches of water and bubbles. I'd wash up while the tub filled, and then I could settle into the warm water to relax my muscles.
As I ran the washcloth over my breasts, my nipples became erect, something that happens every time I bathe. I moved my hands down, gently washed my belly, and then moved to my legs. It felt good touching myself, and as the water covered my legs completely, I spread my thighs and moved my hands up to cleanse my loins. My pussy was a little tender, no doubt from the three hard cocks I'd satisfied earlier, but my loins reacted to my touch much the same way my nipples had moments earlier. Like most when I take a bubble bath, I knew that part of the relaxation would include a slow, sensual self-gratification.
The water was now lapping at my breasts, and the bubbles had covered almost all of my tits. I turned the water off, settled back in the tub, and slid down so my head slipped under the water. I could shower after my soak to clean my hair, but I wanted the feel of warm water over every inch of my being.
I moved my hands up to my tits, this time without the washcloth, and slowly started massaging the lush, full orbs paying particular attention to the twin nubs of hard flesh at their center. My tits have always been very sensitive, be it the touch of my hands or a man's hands, and even when a lover slides his stiff cock between them through the soft flesh of my cleavage. I especially love having a man slap his cock head against my taut nipples. That always sends tingles through my chest. For now, I'd have to be satisfied with the pleasure I was providing with my soft hands. I lay my head back and closed my eyes as I used my thumbs and index fingers to pinch and twist my nipples, imagining as I did that a lover was sucking and nibbling gently on the sensitive flesh.
The tingling spread from my chest down toward my loins, and one hand followed, moving between my thighs and finding my clit. I circled it several times with my middle finger, which caused it to harden noticeably. Again and again, my finger moved around, pressing the hood of flesh protecting my clit, away so my digit could pleasure the most sensitive part. My loins were now thoroughly aroused, and I wanted something inside me. I abandoned my tits and moved the second hand below the first, sliding my index and ring fingers along either side of my pussy lips. The sensation caused my middle finger to curl, slip between, and into the warm flesh of my pussy.
Pleasuring oneself has the distinct advantage of controlling the tempo, and I always start with a languid rhythm. I began making smaller circles around my erect clit until the circles became nonexistent, and I was just massaging directly on the hard nub of pleasure. Below, my fingers continued to slide up and down over my lips, and the middle finger began probing deeper inside my moist slit. I imagined my finger to be a man's tongue probing and lapping my cunt.
Ever so slowly, I increased the intensity of my masturbation, moving my fingers faster and deeper inside. The tingling in my loins spread accordingly, and before long, I began to feel the inevitable beginning of a sexual climax. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, I plunged my fingers into my quivering cunt as the climb to what is always an incredible orgasm reached its peak. Waves of pleasure washed over me, much like the movement of my hands caused the bath water to splash up and over my heaving tits. I moaned loudly and pressed my fingers as deeply as I could to try and extend the pleasure I was enjoying.
As it subsided, I withdrew my digits and moved my hands up to caress the spots where I'd started gently. My nipples still tingled but not nearly as intensely as my loins. I again slid down and ducked my head under the froth of bubbles, then moved up and leaned back against the tub.
The warm water, delightful bubbles, and my hands relaxed me, and it wasn't too long before I slipped into a relaxing sleep.
I'm not sure how long I slept, but when I awoke, the bath water had cooled considerably, and the froth of bubbles on the surface had disappeared. I reached up with my foot, flipped the drain lever, stood up, and pulled the shower curtain around the tub. After shampooing my hair and rinsing the bubble bath residue from my body, I stepped out of the tub and patted myself dry. I wrapped one towel around my body, covering my tits, then used another to wrap up my hair. Walking from the bath to my bedroom, I noticed the outside sky had only a few shades of color left, telling me I'd slept for a long time.
Grabbing my laptop from the nightstand beside my bed, I sat in front of my make-up mirror. What make-up hadn't been removed by my dips below the water's surface, and my quick shower afterward was quickly removed. As I studied my reflection, I noticed ever-so-tiny lines in the corners of my eyes. Something every woman fears but something every woman must deal with. I was no longer the vibrant mid-twenties vixen that had married her college sweetheart, allowing him to transform her into his trophy with costly breast implants and show me off like his own personal whore. As I approached the big four O, I've become a sultry mature woman who has learned to use her body and attitude to pleasure any man and salt away a nice nest egg for the time when my body begins to fail me, for now, I was confident that time wasn't coming too soon, especially since I could still let any man coat my tiny crow's feet with his hot cum.
I logged into my email server to see if Daddy had an appointment scheduled for me to taste another man's cum. I had two emails from him; the first was somewhat disconcerting. Daddy scolded me for not reporting more promptly on my appointment this afternoon. One of the three had emailed Daddy requesting another appointment, and he could not reply until I'd completed my report. I responded to that one first by assuring Daddy that the afternoon had gone very well and that I would be happy to do a return engagement with any of the three. His second email was about an appointment he'd arranged for Sunday afternoon. He explained that the client needed an escort for a picnic at one in the afternoon but wanted to reserve my time for the remainder of the day. I smiled, knowing a twelve-hour appointment would earn me a health tip.
Daddy explained that the client wanted his escort to dress casually for the picnic but requested something more seductive afterward. I jotted down the meeting location, clicked on reply, and confirmed I'd be happy to handle this client. After closing my server and shutting down my laptop, I removed the towel wrapped around my head and spent half an hour brushing out my blond locks. I slipped into a comfortable pajama set and headed for the kitchen to make myself something to eat. While my food heated in the microwave, I started a load of laundry. I have a free day on Saturday and decided to have a manicure and perhaps a pedicure. I was sure Kim would be able to squeeze me in tomorrow. After picking at the plate of leftovers and switching my laundry to the dryer, I headed up to my bedroom and snuggled under my favorite comforter. In no time, I drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
I slept in until almost nine and woke to the sound of rain falling outside, looking out of my bedroom window at what would be a gray, gloomy day. Hopefully, the low-pressure system will pass today and not ruin the picnic I was scheduled to escort my next client to on Sunday. While waiting for the coffee to brew, I called Kim.
"Good morning, Kim's," she said, answering the call.
"Hey, Kim, it's Angel," I replied.
She didn't respond immediately but answered after a short pause, "Hi Angel, can I help you?" That wasn't the typical greeting I received when I called, and then it dawned on me that Kim still thought of me as Peggy.
"It's Peggy, Kim," I said.
"Peggy!" Kim exclaimed. "I'm glad you called," she added.
"Can you squeeze me in today?" I asked.
"Come in anytime," she replied. I thought it was odd that she could take me anytime, especially since Saturday was usually her busiest day.
"That's great; I'll see you early this afternoon," I said.
"Good, you can tell me more about the business you're in now," Kim answered.
"I'd be happy to," I replied.
"Okay, see you later, Angel," Kim said before hanging up.
I wasn't surprised that Kim had called me Angel, which I took as a sign that she had given it some thought since we talked a few days ago.
I spent the rest of the morning folding my laundry and tidying up the house. Since my asshole husband was no longer around to mess the place up while he fed his addiction to football, that part didn't take too long. I made a mental note to remind myself to call Laura next week to see if any progress had been made on making him my ex-husband.
It was still raining when I backed the Benz out of the garage and headed to Kim's Salon. The solid blanket of gray clouds confirmed that this storm wouldn't pass soon. I lucked out, got a parking space directly in front of Kim's, and made a mad dash for the door.
Entering the salon, I was greeted by Kim's broad smile, which brightened an otherwise gloomy day. "Angel!" Kim exclaimed as I walked toward her. "Hey, Kim," I answered.
Kim's Nail Salon is usually rather busy on a Saturday afternoon, but today it was empty. Gone were the two girls who handled manicures and the customers they worked for. "What's up, Kim? Why is this place so dead?" I questioned my Asian friend.
Kim explained that a chain salon had opened down the street and was running a grand opening special of eight bucks for a manicure. "I can't compete with that pricing," Kim said.
"So much for customer loyalty," I replied.
"That's for sure; I don't know what I'm gonna do," Kim answered.
Sitting at her workstation, I surveyed the young Asian woman before me. She has a lovely complexion, beautiful dark eyes, hair, and thin lips. Her tight-fitting tank top showed off petite tits and a very flat stomach. Kim had her hair cropped close to her scalp but used mousse to spike it into a sexy style. I was reasonably sure Daddy would be interested in adding her to the Elegant Escorts roster of sexy ladies.
As she worked on removing my nail polish, she asked, "So what does it take to become an escort?"
I thought for a moment, recalling how I'd met Franklin by chance at Flanagan's Pub and allowed him to fuck me in his car outside. I wasn't looking to become an escort then, so I wasn't sure how to approach the subject with Kim. "For me, it was realizing that I could earn a substantial amount of money doing what I love most," I replied.
"Did you interview for the job," Kim asked.