When Vanessa’s senses returned, she realized a blanket had been draped over her. AJ was also wrapped under it and their noses were almost touching. AJ’s smile had relaxed from nervous to a look of pure bliss, and something in Vanessa's chest bloomed.
“Hello,” the blonde giggled.
“Hi, angel.”
Unbidden, Vanessa imagined what it would be like to wake up to this every morning. She quickly shooed the thought away. She hardly knew AJ, and it would be foolish to develop feelings for a client.
AJ moved her hand to push back some of the sweaty red hair that stuck to Vanessa’s forehead. “I’m sorry darling, but it appears that I’ve tousled your beautiful braid. Would you mind terribly if I re-plaited it for you?”
Vanessa ignored the thrill she felt at the word darling. “Not at all. You have me for the hour, we can do whatever you’d like. Hell, you could read to me if you wanted.”
They were both still naked. AJ moved to put on her clothes, but Vanessa swatted her hand. “Hair first,” she said indignantly.
AJ undid the mussed braid obediently, separating her hair gently. She handled Vanessa so delicately, the whole thing felt strangely intimate. Her nails ran across the redhead’s scalp, causing her entire body to shiver.
“So, how has your day been?” AJ asked.
Vanessa huffed a laugh. “I know you’re the polite type angel, but don’t feel like you need to make small talk with me. This experience is all about you and your pleasure.”
“I know that. I just want to know the person who took my virginity better.”
That was fair. “Anything you’d like to know in particular?”
“Whatever you're comfortable telling me. No pressure, though. You have the right to your privacy.”
How much should she tell her? Vanessa kept her home life strictly private, but she could share a few harmless details.
She shrugged casually. “I dunno. Got a roommate, a cat, and some plants. Enjoy long walks on the beach, black coffee, and stuff like that.”
“May I inquire about the tattoo?” She dragged a soft finger over the bluebell flowers that wrapped around her lightly freckled bicep. “They aren’t very common here.”
“Act of teenage rebellion. I’d like to think I’m not very common either,” she winked.
AJ giggled. “I must agree with you on that.” The blonde continued gently stroking the ink on her skin. How could a touch on the shoulder feel so erotic?
Vanessa cleared her throat. “Do you have any tattoos of your own?”
“No. Though if I did, I’m sure you would have seen them by now,” she quipped.
“Touché.” The redhead gave her client a lopsided grin. “There’s something else you should know about me, AJ. I really want to have another go with you tonight.”
“Good Lord, I was hoping you’d ask.”
After AJ had found her pleasure two more times (and Vanessa once more) their hour had run over. AJ began dressing and Vanessa watched her from the double bed, playing with a feather that had come off a pillow.
“I’m surprised that someone like you came here.”
AJ turned around, her eyes bore a somewhat hurt and confused expression, “Someone like me?” She shook her head. “I’m assuming you don’t get many women then.”
“Not really, but I meant no offense by the comment. Trust me, I’m very glad you did come in. I just thought you’d have a multitude of partners to choose from.”
Another blush crept up AJ’s cheeks. “Well, the partners I’ve wanted have always been…. out of reach for me.” She paused, “Can you understand that?” Vanessa knew exactly what the blonde was implying.
“Yes, angel. I can”
AJ gave a sad smile. “Well, I had a lovely evening Vanessa. Truly, thank you.”
“Does that mean you’ll come back?” Her voice held more excitement than she meant it to.
“I’m afraid not, but I’m grateful all the same.” AJ turned to look at her after slipping on her shoes. She walked over and ran a smooth palm over her narrow waste. “My dear, you really are a work of art,” she said reverently.
Vanessa’s cool exterior cracked under the authentic praise. She could feel herself blushing. “I, uh, ngk. Thanks.”
AJ was unfazed by her babbling. “Enjoy your night,” she waved.
And with that, the most beautiful person Vanessa had ever seen walked out her door. She began redressing, but she felt a sinking in her stomach. So she had a little crush, it was no big deal. She was sure it would pass in a few days...hopefully. Regardless, Vanessa knew what she was painting when she returned to her flat.
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