Anthony doesn't miss a beat, kissing me. The moment my lips are on his, his warm, liquor- laced tongue dives into my mouth. When my tongue meets his, I become drunk on his lust. I feel his hand slide my dress up my thigh and chill bumps chase over my skin. With my dress up and my legs free, I open them up and Anthony steps between him.
I begin pushing his jacket off before undoing his tie and shirt. My fingers fumble over each other while I try to get the buttons undone. I'm sure it's not a secret to Anthony that I'm nervous about doing this. I haven't been with a man since my ex and the newness of this body in front of me is nerve-wracking. The eagerness I have is completely overwhelming. Its hard to fathom that I'm about to sleep with Anthony, an escort, but my body doesn't seem to care
