Chapter 18

We arrive at the Marriott early which is per plan. I learned that being punctual in this business is a must. I can give a client the best sex ever, but if I made him wait, that can show up as a negative in their feedback.

I reserved a room at the same hotel for us to get prepared, plus we can spend the night and not have to drive home late. We have some time and I need to go over a few things. “Even though we’re going to be treated to a nice dinner and have sex tonight, remember we’re also being paid to entertain ... just in a very personal and intimate way.”

Will nods that he understands.

“With these kinds of dates, there can be moments of awkwardness especially when it’s time to take the clothes off. People will be all gung-ho excited to wine, dine, and fuck our brains out, but when that time arrives, they can suddenly become quite timid. If that happens, we’ll need to take the lead and keep things moving along. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah.”

“In a way, what we’re doing can be called a form of performance art. We don’t know these people, so we’re going in blind; hopefully, we’ll learn more at dinner. Expect anything, they may want to watch us fuck each other first before they jump in, or they may want us to do them separately before having sex as a group, or something different altogether. Just play along with the vibe of the moment and follow my lead.”

“Gotcha.” Will is an easy-going guy, I’m confident he’ll do well.

At quarter to six, we’re freshly showered and dressed for dinner; time to head down to the lobby and meet Angie and Tom. I must say, Will looks so handsome in his nice clothes, I can’t wait to have him to myself later.

In the lobby, we spot a couple that looks to be in their mid-thirties. As we walk towards them, they recognize me from my Swim Club profile and greet us. Angie is about five foot six and slender with shoulder-length brown hair. She’s rather flat-chested as women of her build tend to be, but she’s very pretty with nicely defined facial features. I love her radiant green eyes and bright smile.

Tom is mostly bald, an inch or two taller than Angie, and wears glasses. He looks to be in good shape, not muscular, but conscious of what he eats. His face is kind and exudes a genuine gentle nature. First impressions speak volumes and mine are good with these two.

After greeting us, they look Will and I up and down as well. Giving us a smile and nod of approval, they like what they see. We’re soon seated in the Bistro Restaurant and the beverage waiter takes our orders. Tom opens the conversation, “So, I imagine you two are wondering why we requested a couple in your specific age group?”

Normally I never question a client’s preferences, that’s not my place, but if they’re offering to shed light, then I’ll accept the quell to my curiosity. “Well, yes, it did cross my mind,” I politely answer.

Angie explains, “Tom and I are interested in many facets of human sexuality. There’s, of course, what we know about ourselves, but we wish to expand our knowledge by interacting with other couples. People are continually growing and maturing with age and so do their sex lives. Over a period of time, we would like to experience evenings with several couples of various age groups to learn what they enjoy. We’re starting with you as our youngest set.”

“Are you planning on documenting this in some way?” I ask.

“Only in a very personal sense, and for our own benefit,” Tom answers.

Angie smiles, “It’s the whole vibe and feel of the human experience we’re after. This is purely for our own curiosity and, most of all, the enjoyment for all.”

I’m fine with this. I’ve heard far weirder scenarios people have dreamt up to justify that they just want to get down and have an orgy but are too proper to admit it. I smile back and tell them, “I hope we’ll meet your expectations.”

“Well,” Tom laughs, “We’ve never done anything like this before, so we don’t have any expectations for comparison. But feel free to set the bar high for couples who follow.”

“Oh, we can definitely do that,” Will smirks. Tom glances over the top of his glasses and Angie gives Will a wanting look for his statement of assured confidence. Way to build up the anticipation, Will, good job.

We enjoy a five-star meal; Will and I have steak while Angie and Tom have seafood. There’s plenty of small talk and getting to know each other in the most anonymous, but comfortable way two strange couples who are about to have sex with each other can.

We skip dessert as the expected butterflies tickle the insides of our bellies. This always happens as the moment we’ve been anticipating arrives. Even for me who’s done this many times before, I still have anxious feelings. Once the clothes are off and the physical contact has begun, it’ll be wonderful, and we can relax and enjoy each other.

Their suite is on the twenty-third floor. Typically, the higher up you go in a big hotel, the pricier the rooms get. This building has twenty-four floors, so I’m sure they paid a pretty penny for where we’re heading. I try not to act blasé about seeing lavish hotel rooms as I see them often; my clients can generally afford to opt for the best. I’m unsure of the financial status of Angie and Tom, but I sense they’re doing quite well for themselves.

The suite is beautiful, and Will and I are sure to tell them so. It’s divided into two separate rooms by a partial wall. One side has a couch, a couple of chairs, a TV, a mini bar, and a small kitchenette. The other is the bedroom with a huge California King bed as I suggested. It’s a wonderful room and will suit our needs perfectly.