Coworking

I’d met her only once before, for tea in public after an email correspondence. She had hummingbird energy, flightiness tempered by friendliness. She was looking at books on erectile dysfunction since so many of her clients were “mature.”

We met before the appointment to calm her nerves; she’d never been with a woman before. Luckily, my client didn’t require much of us. The bulk of our non-talking time was spent prancing and posing and admiring each others’ bodies on his cue.

The only truly interesting moment of the whole morning occurred as she kneeled in front of me on the bed, legs spread, and I stroked her very gently with the long end of the Feeldoe. The client sidled up beside her and put two fingers on her clit. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his, slowly lolling it there. Only seconds later, she barely whispered “I’m coming” and then she did, quietly. Just before her very slight shudders, her labia swelled and bowed open like a flower unfurling in a hyper speed time-elapse videos.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful orgasm in my life. I wanted to tell her how sexy it was but I didn’t want to make her self-conscious. We exchanged our real contact information and said goodbye in the lobby, each of us reaching out a tentative arm towards the other as though we would touch but instead dropping our hands by our sides.