Elise Gets... What Elise Wants!

Elise Gets... What Elise Wants!

--- or is it What Emma Wants... Emma Gets?

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are over eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.

This story is about Emma Taft. She lives on Russian Hill in San Francisco. Elise has the persona of being a successful business executive in the technology space. Her forte is investing in innovative ideas. Her expertise is her intuition for finding the next tech visionary team and investing wisely. She also knows how to match the right angel investors with the innovators.

Emma is not a public-facing figure. Few people know her true identity. And even fewer people know about her secret life as Elise Hamilton. You see, Emma Taft, aka Elise Hamilton, is a highly sought-after escort at Charming Partners. Anyone might ask how Emma Taft juggles two very diverse careers. It still amazes me... but to know Emma Taft... you don't ask how or why... What Emma wants, Emma gets!

I know from personal experience. I know both the Emma persona and the Elise persona. You see, we are now lovers. My name is Sofia Fuller. It's not my real name. I am also one of the escorts at Charming Partners. That's where I met Elise.

Charming Partners is an elite escort service operating in major cities across the United States and Europe, providing in-call and out-call services to a select clientele that is mostly women seeking out other women. And in San Francisco, Charming Partners is located in a quaint Victorian in the sophisticated Pacific Heights neighborhood, not far from the bustling downtown hotels.

This story is about Emma Taft and Jennifer Polk; that's me and their life outside Charming Partners. Consider this story an introduction to their private lives.

Before I do, let me tell you a little about both of us. I am a unique erotic creature: a blue-eyed blonde, 5'8", in my early 30s with long athletic legs and a perfectly formed booty. My breasts are silicone implants that look more natural than they are. My bra size is a typical D-Cup. I often hear that I look like Amy Adams.

I have been living full-time as a non-op trans woman for almost five years now. My pretty cock fits nicely in my pouched thong. It's not massive, a little less than six, but it's cut and shaved with a sculpted helmet. And it's fully functional.

Emma is a gorgeous, also blue-eyed blonde with firm breasts comparable to mine. However, she's a tad shorter. She has nearly perfect booty, and she's slim, fit, and trim. One look at her and you become instantly jealous. How could another woman look this gorgeous? Then she captivates you with her smile, her intelligence, honesty, and directness... she's not perfect; no one is. Think of her as an older McKenna Grace lookalike... at age 32.

Some have said we could pass as sisters.

A Chance Encounter

I was casually dressed, in leggings and my UMD sweatshirt, hanging out at my favorite coffee shop, 'Steam and Story' on Union Street in the City. It was a crisp Saturday morning in October. I recognized another woman at the counter. She was also casually dressed, in skinny jeans and an oversized hot pink crew-neck sweater.

Like me, she was an escort at Charming Partners. I have never seen her outside the Victorian. I know her only as Elise, and she knows me only as Sofia; our escort identities. As she waited for the barista to complete her order, she spotted me. I smiled and waved.

With her latte and croissant, Elise approached me. "May I join you... "I knew she was about to say Sofia but paused.

I nodded and stood, extending my hand. "I'm Jennifer Polk, please sit!"

Smiling, she said, "Emma Taft. I didn't expect to see anyone I knew. Jennifer, do you live in the neighborhood? "

"Yes, on Greenwich Street, closer to the Presidio."

Grinning, she added. "We're almost neighbors; I live on Russian Hill. This is my go-to coffee shop!" The Russian Hill neighborhood is nearby; 'Steam and Story' was certainly not close to her residence. But Charming Partners was not far from here. Emma must get her first cup of coffee here on days she goes to the Victorian in the Heights.

Chatting with Emma was very comfortable. It was more of a get-to-know-you conversation that morning. We talked about living in the City, what we enjoyed doing outside our day jobs, with little mention of what we actually did for a living. The conversation was about Emma and Jennifer, not Elise and Sofia.

Although we had chatted briefly at Charming Partners, we hadn't shared a client yet, nor each other, for that matter. There was a hint of escort gossip, but like me, Elise did more out-call services. We flirted. Emma talks with her hands, and there was a lot of touchy-feely going on between us. Some intentional; some not so much. She alluded to knowing about my erotic difference but didn't pursue it.

More than once, we both made subtle comments about how stunning, or gorgeous, or very attractive we looked on this casual Saturday morning.

We clicked. I knew I wanted her, and her verbal and body language sent me a similar message. It was subtle; it was seductive. It started with eye contact; hell, it always does. We are both oversexed creatures, and I was drawn to Emma sexually.

Emma focused her eyes on me, and I did the same. Her smile was a dead giveaway. We were very comfortable with each other. From time to time, she would look away. And I did the same. Then look back to see if the other is still looking. She caught me at least once. I think I caught her twice.

It's a game women play. It's our way to measure our true feelings; our subtle signal that I, too, am interested. I was ready to take the sexual tension that was building between us to the next level. But her cell phone rang, interrupting me.

"Jenn, I have to take the call. It's Donna Grant!" I knowingly nodded. Donna is the scheduler at Charming Partners. Emma stepped away to take the call privately. When she came back to the table, she placed the palm of her hand on top of mine. She spoke" Jenn, I have an assignment; one of my regulars wants to see me this afternoon. It's been lovely chatting with you this morning." She stood, gathered her things. I stood with her; we gave each other a friendly hug.

Emma started to leave. Then stepped back, leaned in, and kissed me on the cheek. Her lips felt moist but warm; it was subtle. She whispered. "Jenn, will you meet me here tomorrow morning for coffee?" We instinctively moved closer together.

I quickly replied, "I would love to, Emma. What time?"

"Jenn, does 10 work?" I nodded. Emma leaned in and gave me a quick peck on my lips, then pulled back slightly and gently bit my lower lip. I was surprised. It was bold and flirtatious. She turned and walked straight toward the entrance.

I watched her leave the cafe. I thought about our chance encounter today. The few times I had met Elise at Charming Partners, I was impressed. And I truly enjoyed Emma Taft today. That passionate kiss will stay with me all day. I did some clothes shopping in the trendy boutiques of Union Street. I enjoyed a late lunch at the Balboa Café, off Fillmore. I had cleared my calendar for the entire weekend; no escort assignments and no work responsibilities. I need time to myself... alone.

That night, I curled up on my sofa to enjoy a new novel by upcoming nonfiction novelist, Nicole MacCarthy. Her latest erotica release: 'I Didn't Change Who I Am. I Revealed Her' was available on my reading device. It was an interesting, well-written read. I could picture myself as the main character.

Tonight, I drank enough wine to relax and fell asleep right there. I never finished the book, but I will return to it later. Around two, I finally crawled into my bed.

Morning Came... Coffee and Emma Were On My Mind!

All I could think about was Emma and that memorable kiss. Did I want more? You bet I did. Yesterday I was too casual. This morning I need to sparkle.

I slipped in a sheer lace rose balconette bra with a matching G-string underneath, a casual, half-sleeved, loose-fitting, pullover, mid-thigh emerald sweater dress. Diamond earrings sparkled on my earlobes. Burgundy two-inch slingbacks completed the outfit. 'Steam and Story' was a short walk from my Studio Loft on Greenwich.

I arrived a few minutes before 10 and found a table in a cozy corner. Sipping my first cup of coffee, I looked up. Emma burst through the front door and hurried straight to my table. She extended her hand and said. "Come with me, Jenn!" I stood and followed her right behind her toward one of the unisex restrooms in the hallway. Wherever she took me, I was happy to follow.

Once inside, she pressed my back against the door and swiftly clicked the lock. She grabbed my face, placing a deep, passionate kiss on my lips, pressing her tongue into my mouth. It was romantic, intimate, and erotic, all packaged into one powerful kiss. She clearly got my attention. There was no holding her back this morning.

She tilted her face back far enough to look me into my eyes. Her focus was penetrating. In a low voice, "Jenn, I can't stop thinking about you!" I was speechless. She added, "All I have been able to think about is that pretty cock of yours inside me!" She pressed her chest into mine.

Brushing her body against mine, Emma slipped quietly onto the floor at my feet. I glanced down at her, wondering if she had dropped something. As you slithered down, my booty squirmed against the outer door. Emma kissed my inner thigh just above my left knee, and she uttered soft moans. Before she tucked her head underneath my flowing skirt, she grinned and stared into my eyes.

I gulped when her fingers squeezed my cock through the thin fabric of my G-string. As she grasped tighter, my butt squished across the door, making an awkward thumping sound. Emma slid the hem of my panties to the side; my cock was free and uncontrollably twitching, pulsing in both of her hands.

Emma kissed my knob, sliding her flat wet tongue all over the sculpted head, leaving a soft wet kiss at the base of the slit. I pressed back, bumping the door once again. Closing my eyes, my repeated 'Eoh' whimpers became a louder stream of moans. Emma's grip became firm, stopping the vibrating of my hard shaft. Her lips were puckered on the slit, lapping the first drops of my pre-cum.

I placed my hands on her shoulders, my legs weak, and I shifted my weight, trying to stay steady, using my shoulders to brace my back against the door, repeating "Oh gawd" over and over. The thumping of butt never ceased.

As she twirled her tongue along the ridge of my helmet, she engulfed the head in her mouth. She teasingly sucked my precum juices into her throat. She gulped.

Emma's soft lips glided leisurely down one side of my hard shaft, lingering at the root, flicking her stiff tongue over the base, then up the other side, sucking my glistening rod. Tension was building inside my loins as Emma's tongue twirled, teased, and tortured my now fully aroused shaft. She was performing an orchestrated, seductive dance along my shaft. I was enthralled. Emma was good, damn good!

It was a delightful dance, yet somehow tormenting as my face cringed in agony and pleasure at the same time. Her fingers worked in tandem with her puckered lips and talented tongue. She was engrossed in giving me pleasure, constantly purring as she continued to devour my cock. My racing matched the beat of her hums.

Her lips were vibrating as her tongue glided slowly, in long sweeping strokes up and down my shaft. Each time she reached the tip, she kissed the crown, leaving a tiny sucking kiss on the slit, dragging and circling her tongue around the head. With each flick, with each lick, her talented tongue found every sensitive spot on my shaft. My pretty cock was throbbing now deep inside her throat.

I Was On The Edge

My fingers lightly grasped strands of her hair as the excitement built within me. My grip tightened. I kept repeating her name... "Emma, Emma, Emma." I gasped for air, inhaling, then swiftly exhaling. With my other hand, I covered my mouth to muffle my sounds of building ecstasy. I eased my butt away from the door. If I kept banging the door, we would attract too much attention to the coffee crowd in the main room.

I mumbled, "Emma, I am there; I am ready to spurt!" She promptly clenched her mouth around my pretty ridged cockhead.

My cream released into her mouth, and she slid her mouth down my shaft. The first spurt was heavy, followed by little fountain spurts. Her mouth made gulping noises as she sucked my cream down her throat. Looking down, her eyes were riveted on mine. My cringing face was instantly a glorious smile. I exhaled heavily.

Her lush lips parted, and she twirled the last lingering drops of my cream from its mushroom tip. She smiled radiantly as she savored every last drop.

Pressing my back tighter against the door, I pulled Emma off the floor, up my trembling body; we kissed, and she swirled her tongue inside my mouth, sharing what was left of my creamy load. My cock was still throbbing under my dress as she pushed her torso against mine. The door creaked again.

"Good morning, Jenn!" She smiled and added. " Let's get our coffees to go, and finish at your nearby place!" She extended her hand under my dress, squeezing my glistening shaft, covering my deflating hard-on with my now moist G-string. "I need your pretty cock inside me!"

Exiting the unisex restroom together, we strolled to the cash register and ordered two drinks and croissants to go. At the end of the counter, we waited for the barista to make our coffees and bag our food. We tried to act nonchalantly as we could. More than a few eyes had glanced our way. I was convinced more than one person had heard the noise coming from our shenanigans in the restroom.

I kept brushing the front of my dress, trying to tame my growing hard-on. I wanted to devour this woman and please her like she just pleasured me. I turned my body, facing away from the spying eyes at the crowded tables, and I restuffed my raging cock back into my panties.

Realizing what I was doing, Emma grinned, "Jenn, is your place far from here?" She placed her hand over mine and whispered, "That's exactly what I want!" I tried to suppress my moan. I bit my lower lip, cringing, and tried to smile innocently.

Paula, the barista, set our order on the counter. She gave us a beaming smile. "Hurry back soon, Ladies!" Giggling, we left quickly; we both knew she knew.

Epilogue

My studio loft was a brisk two-block walk. We held hands all the way. By the time we reached my place, my body was quivering. I felt the warmth of Emma's body as she gripped my hand tightly. Once inside, I took her hand and led her straight to my bedroom. We spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening in my bed. We only came up for air to collect our online food order from the delivery company. I answered the door, tipped the driver, and immediately returned to the bedroom. If the delivery girl only knew.

We were both famished and exhausted. We hurriedly gulped our food, and I licked the edge of Emma's lower lip. With my stiff tongue, I slobbered the creamy sandwich dressing into my mouth. We tenderly kissed, and Emma pulled my body on top of hers. We again lost all track of time as we continued our lovemaking into the night. We ultimately fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms.

To be continued!

Nikki Speaks

This story was inspired in part by a close friend in chat. This story is the first of many that will highlight the lovemaking that ensued between Emma Taft and Jennifer Polk. In some cases, between Elise Hamilton and Sofia Fuller, when they share a client or two at Charming Partners. From time to time, Elise will share her numerous liaisons as a solo escort at Charming Partners.

For consistency, I will use the Transgender category for this story.

As always, your comments and feedback are essential. I sincerely hope you are enjoying Nikki's Kinky Adventures. Please take a few moments to share your thoughts in the comments section. I always want to improve my stories.

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