Earning a Dollar

Not the perfect trophy wife as I'd expected but a finely sculpted creature whom I immediately desired. Her imperfections were actually what made her perfect. She was taller than I'd expected and her walk was stronger than most women of that class. Her long Auburn hair reflected all the richness of the apartment and as she introduced herself to me with a long, slow, deep kiss I was immediately reminded why I was here.

She handed me an envelope and I put that in my purse as she walked me straight to the bedroom. I couldn't help but look at her delicious ass in the white silk kimono she was wearing. She stood me by the bed and asked me to wait just a moment after another sweet kiss and excused herself to get her husband.

He entered and merely said "hello" from the far side of the room and little did I know that would be his last word for the day. He sat in a chair by the door, so I hadn't much time to check him out. I already knew he was one of a few men I would have loved to date for free. An athletic man, handsome and well groomed. He was in his 50's but looked like what money does best, hold back the sands of time.

She came up tome and immediately swooped down upon my body. She started on my neck and slowly worked her way down my chest and removed my shirt to suck on my nipples and give soft bites. She held my arms back and wouldn't let me touch her for the moment. I could do nothing more than stand there and feel the blood rushing through my veins and feel my hardness grow. She unzipped my skirt and I remember hearing it fall to my feet.

She pulled my panties down and started sucking my cock like she had been with me all my life and knew all the sensitive spots and all my favorite moves. All the while her husband sat in the chair just rubbing himself through his pants. She stood back up and dropped her kimono, revealing all I could merely dream of that I always wanted to be. She was naked under the kimono as I'd suspected before when I was admiring her ass.