This is my first standalone story. It’s sensual and a touch romantic, and it’s full of build-up and sexual content, especially in the first part. But there’s also a good story.

When it comes to sexual themes and kinks, you’ll find lesbian sex, plenty of oral sex, foot fetish, and some soft and sensual domination.

All characters in the story are 18+

Jenna couldn’t remember ever being this nervous.

She glanced at the mirror, tucking in a few loose strands of her long, dark hair.

“Oh, why am I even trying to look pretty. This time at least, I don’t have to impress anyone...” she muttered to herself, her eyes straying towards the wall clock for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes.

“It’s almost six ... She’ll be here any moment now, any moment...”

As if in answer to her thoughts, Jenna’s doorbell rang, its usually pleasant tone sounding like a gong in her ears.

“Coming!” Jenna rasped, swallowing heavily.

Her legs fought against some invisible force as she crossed the distance to her door. Resisting the urge to look through the peephole, she reached out with a sweaty hand and opened the door.

“Hello. Are you Jenna?”

“Miss? Is your name Jenna, or do I have the wrong address...”

“W-what? No, no! I’m Jenna!” Jenna said, breaking out of her stunned stare. “Eh ... please, enter!”

“Thank you.”

Jenna moved to let the newcomer in. With anxious curiosity, she stared at the woman, noticing her form and her elegant gait.

“You’ve a really nice place here,” the woman said, eyeing the apartment. “Quite spacious too.”

“Umm, yes, thank you.”

“My name is Helena,” the woman said, smiling pleasantly.

“Jenna ... obviously!” Jenna said with an awkward chuckle, shaking the extended hand. “Wow, her skin is so soft ... and I love the dark red of her nails.”

“Let’s take a seat and chat for a bit first,” Helena said, taking charge. “Don’t worry, Jenna, I’m not putting you on the clock yet,” she said with a disarming smile. Jenna nodded and sat down on the sofa, somehow not irked at the fact that Helena offered her a seat in her apartment.

As the older woman gracefully reclined in the armchair and crossed her legs suggestively, Jenna took a moment to fully appreciate her figure. The woman across was nothing short of stunning. “She looks like a model ... and I can’t even begin to guess at her age,” Jenna thought, almost getting lost in the piercing blue eyes that studied her.

“The agency told me you specifically requested someone experienced. Is that right?” Helena said, playing with a lock of her wavy, golden hair that reached far beyond her chest. The motion had a distracting effect on Jenna.

“Yes, exactly.”

“And why is that, if I may ask?”

Jenna swallowed.

“Because ... because I want you to teach me.”

“Teach you?” Helena asked, raising an eyebrow. She clearly didn’t expect that answer.

“Yes. I need you to teach me, you know, the sex moves and all...”

Helena chuckled. “Aren’t you adorable.” She leaned forward, once again piercing Jenna with a knowing look. “I imagine you’re doing this because of someone specific?”

Jenna gaped. The woman was shattering her preconceptions at an alarming rate. She expected an escort to be some floozy with oversized breasts, a too-short and too-tight dress, platforms, and way too much makeup, but Helena was the polar opposite. She wore a simple, sleeveless black dress that almost reached her knees, stockings, and elegant black stilettos. “I wonder if it’s because I chose a more expensive escort agency...”

“Well ... yes, sort of...”

“It’s a girl, isn’t it?” Helena said, reclining once again and recrossing her legs. She smirked as she caught Jenna staring at the hint of her thigh. The girl blushed. “Okay, sweetie, you don’t have to say more, I understand.”

Helena seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, and then added, “All right then, that’s something I can help you with. I’ll teach you well.”

Jenna gave her a timid smile, and Helena smiled back, but there was a hint of something else on her face, something that felt both alarming and exciting.

“So, let’s start. I’m putting you on the clock as of right now.”

“Okay...”

“Now, I’ll let you in on a little secret, Jenna...” Helena said, getting up slowly and moving to sit on the sofa, right next to Jenna. “Sex can be about so many things. Intimacy, control, love, procreation ... but sex is mostly about pleasure. Pure, wonderful pleasure.”

The last few words came out as a whisper, and Jenna felt goosebumps all over her body as she was struck by the intensity of the older woman’s gaze.

“And every fool in the world knows how to receive pleasure. But to give pleasure, to feel the other person melt under your touch and cry out your name in ecstasy ... that’s something few can pull off.”

Helena took Jenna’s hand and caressed it lightly, leaning in conspiratorially.

“Tell me, Jenna, would you like to become a fantastic pleasure giver? Do you want me to teach you how to make that girl you like howl with pleasure as you give her orgasm after orgasm, for hours on end?”

“Yes...”

Helena leaned in, getting into Jenna’s intimate space. “What was that again?” she asked softly.

“Yes! God, yes!” Jenna blurted out, panting. The touch of Helena’s warm breath on her neck was making her hyperventilate.

“Good girl...”

The approval in Helena’s words sent warmth all over Jenna’s body. She searched the woman’s face in anticipation of the next step.

“Now, I want you to kiss me,” Helena said, moving closer until her lips were an inch from Jenna’s.

Jenna hesitated. She felt she was about to cross an important line.

“Kiss me, girl,” Helena purred, somehow lacing her soft words with authority.

And it worked. Jenna kissed her tentatively at first and then poured all the overwhelming emotions she felt into the kiss.

“Mmm ... no, wait,” Helena said, leaning away quickly.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“Yes and no...” Helena said, offering a smile to settle Jenna’s apprehension. “You need to build up the kiss slowly. Don’t just release the aggression like that.”

Jenna nodded.

“Here, let’s try again. This time, start slowly. No tongue. Let our kiss build up naturally.”

Jenna did as instructed, and she felt the difference right away. Their lips clashed and twisted until they found their rhythm, and the kiss got its shape.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s much better. Now just follow my lead.”

“Mhmm...” Jenna purred, closing her eyes and savoring the kiss. It felt heavenly. After a while, she felt Helena’s tongue subtly making its way into the kiss, probing, testing, and Jenna let her instinct take over. Her own tongue darted in timidly and allowed Helena to guide it, to caress it, to mold it into the kiss.

“Okay, that wasn’t bad for the first time,” Helena said, finally breaking the kiss.

Jenna broke out of her trance, her lips feeling the loss of Helena’s touch.

“There’ll be time to practice this more,” Helena said with a curious smile, “but let’s move on for now.”

“How ... how do we move on?”

Helena chuckled. “I assume you know how sex works.”

“So, do we ... umm, take off our clothes now?” Jenna asked, blushing fiercely.

“No, never rush it, Jenna. Taking clothes off is an important part of foreplay.”

“Huh, okay.”

“Think of it like unwrapping a present. Going through layers of wrappings makes getting to the prize all that much better,” Helena said, raising her hand to caress the girl’s flushed face. Jenna found herself leaning into the older woman’s hand, releasing a sigh of desire.

“Trust me, you should always peel the clothes off your lover’s body, slowly, showering it with kisses. There’s an art to it.”

“Okay. So I ... go down your neck with kisses and then slowly remove your dress, kissing your body as I do it?”

“Exactly. Show your lover how much you appreciate her body, how much passion she stirs in you.”

Jenna nodded eagerly.

“Now show me. I won’t give you any verbal pointers, so you’ll have to read my body language.”

Jenna took a deep breath. “Okay...” She leaned in and kissed Helena again, the older woman letting her take the wheel.

“God, her lips taste so good...”

After a minute, she reluctantly broke this kiss and moved to Helena’s neck. Jenna felt anxious, electric energy coursing through her body as she traced a path with her lips. Her kisses were gentle at first, but then she added her tongue as well, and in a stroke of initiative, gentle bites and nibbles.

“Ahhh...”

Jenna was almost startled by the woman’s sigh of pleasure, but then felt proud for making this goddess of a woman enjoy her kisses. When her lips reached the collarbone, she dared a glance up and saw that Helena’s eyes were closed, her lovely face showing a serene expression.

“Definitely not faking that sigh!” Jenna thought, and then realized that the dress was finally starting to get in the way of her kisses.

“Eh, so ... Should you, umm, take your dress off now...?”

Helena opened her eyes as if waking up and smiled at Jenna. “Yes, but you should be the one to remove it.”

She got up and turned her back on Jenna. “Unzip me and slowly take it off,” she ordered more than suggested, her voice soft as silk.

Jenna felt the tremor in her hands as she reached for the zipper and pulled it down slowly, revealing a hint of a black bra. Helena shook her hips suddenly, and the dress started sliding down.

Jenna felt like she was losing control of her actions as she slid down along with the dress and came face to face with Helena’s buttocks, hidden only by a thin strap of her black thong. She watched in awe at the firm, shapely globes, but then remembered what she was supposed to do and pulled the dress down, grazing Helena’s stockinged legs.

“Slide it down all the way and then fold it nicely on the sofa,” Helena said, lifting her foot gracefully.

Jenna eagerly obeyed.

“Excellent,” Helena said, turning towards Jenna.

Jenna got to her feet quickly and then stood awkwardly in front of Helena. In her high heels, the woman was almost a head taller than Jenna.

“She is so beautiful ... and hot.” Jenna thought anxiously, but her trepidation was soon washed away by Helena’s wide, approving smile.

“How ... how old are you?!” Jenna blurted out as her eyes drank in the lovely body in front of her. “I ... I mean, you look incredible, but you seem so confident ... and mature!”

Helena quirked an eyebrow, and Jenna quickly realized her blunder.

“I am sorry ... Really, I simply-” Jenna muttered, but Helena’s rich laughter made her pause.

“Girl, you are so delightful,” Helena said once she settled down. “I don’t mind the question at all. I turned forty last month.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh yes.”

“You barely look thirty...”

“Thank you, sweetheart. Well, you wanted someone with experience, right?”

Jenna smiled, relaxing slightly. “And I couldn’t be happier about who they sent.”

“So, since we’re on the topic of age, are you a freshman or a sophomore?”

“I’m a freshman at the local University of Fine Arts,” Jenna said with pride.

“Yeah, I can see the innocence in you, even if you’re quite pretty,” Helena said, chuckling when Jenna blushed. “Now, let’s continue where we left off,” she said, reclining on the sofa. “It’s gonna be awkward if you sit next to me, so why don’t you get down to the floor.”

Jenna obeyed and went to her knees on the carpet. “Should I remove any of my clothes?” Jenna said, glancing at her white t-shirt and jeans. Helena looked pensive for a moment.

“Hmm ... no, there’s no need,” Helena said in a low voice, her eyes glinting with sudden fire. She spread her legs and pulled Jenna in, her thighs enveloping Jenna’s hips. “You previously stopped at my collarbone, if I’m not mistaken,” she said in a husky voice.

Jenna nodded and dove in eagerly. The fire in her body was back.

She repeated her combo of kisses, licks, and bites all over Helena’s chest, her tongue tracing the lacy bra. She glanced up and, receiving a small nod from Helena, she reached to unclasp the bra.

“Wow!”

The breasts in front of her eyes looked fantastic. Even without touching them, Jenna could tell Helena had implants. They weren’t that big, but they made the older woman’s breasts firm.

Unable to resist, Jenna kissed both globes and then placed a reverent kiss on the left nipple. Then she sucked it in, surprised by her sudden courage.

“Ahh, girl...”

The moan of pleasure spurred Jenna’s hunger, and she sucked and nibbled with a passion she didn’t know she had. She kneaded Helena’s breasts, switching from one to the other, licking and sucking every spot. She went lower, her lips exploring the belly, but quickly coming back to the tasty dark nipples that seemed to belong in her mouth.

“Mmm ... yes, right there, suck it, bite it...”

“Ohh, is this sex talk or am I really turning her on...”

Jenna glanced up, the nipple still in her mouth. Their eyes met, but Helena’s face didn’t leave any clues. A hint of insecurity showed on Jenna’s face. Then, Helena reached out and brushed Jenna’s hair aside, touching her cheek lightly. “Time to go lower...”

Jenna obeyed instantly, sliding down and showering the older woman’s belly with kisses. As she reached the black thong, Jenna gave Helena a questioning look.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. Normally, you should remove your lover’s high heels and stockings, and spend some time appreciating her legs and feet, but we can skip that this time.” Helena said suggestively.

Was she implying that Jenna would book her a second time?

Before Jenna could even think about that notion, Helena spread her legs a tiny bit more, drawing the girl’s eyes to the barely covered crotch. She could see a hint of what was beneath, and she found herself licking her lips unconsciously.

“The one thing you never skip is the thighs.”

Helena’s voice broke Jenna’s stare, and she glanced up, waiting for instructions.

“You know how sensitive the inner thighs are,” Helena said, offering a smile to the girl. Then, in a soft voice, she spoke. “Gently caress them, kiss them ... worship them. They’re your path to the treasure trove.”

Jenna’s hands moved on their own, touching the warm skin above the stockings, her hands sliding beneath the garters and touching every part of Helena’s intoxicating flesh. She closed her eyes and nuzzled and kissed the exposed skin, her hands massaging Helena’s legs.