* * * * *
She’d done a lap or two in the bar, found him with a colleague - an older man. They looked like they were traveling on business. She caught both of them looking at her ass in the denim miniskirt. She’d walked up and started conversation with the two of them, leaning down on their table, letting the Wonderbra work its magic. She was certain Brent had been wearing a wedding band, but now his left hand was bare: telltale dent and suntan line obvious to her trained eye. Even better; he wanted the ass, didn’t want a relationship. She could cash in on that.
They were pharmaceutical reps. Meaning personable, but not quite smart enough to be in med school. Also meant nice car and money - at least more than med students. She squeezed in next to Brent, letting her bare leg rest against his in the booth. She pretended to be interested in his colleague’s story. She got them to buy her some drinks, even letting Brent (Bret?) do a body shot off her chest. When he slid his hand between her thighs, just below the hem of the skirt, she knew that he was malleable, like her own personal Play-Doh. She asked for a ride home; they could negotiate the rest when they got to the apartment.
* * * * *
She’d done a lap or two in the bar, found him with a colleague - an older man. They looked like they were traveling on business. She caught both of them looking at her ass in the denim miniskirt. She’d walked up and started conversation with the two of them, leaning down on their table, letting the Wonderbra work its magic. She was certain Brent had been wearing a wedding band, but now his left hand was bare: telltale dent and suntan line obvious to her trained eye. Even better; he wanted the ass, didn’t want a relationship. She could cash in on that.
They were pharmaceutical reps. Meaning personable, but not quite smart enough to be in med school. Also meant nice car and money - at least more than med students. She squeezed in next to Brent, letting her bare leg rest against his in the booth. She pretended to be interested in his colleague’s story. She got them to buy her some drinks, even letting Brent (Bret?) do a body shot off her chest. When he slid his hand between her thighs, just below the hem of the skirt, she knew that he was malleable, like her own personal Play-Doh. She asked for a ride home; they could negotiate the rest when they got to the apartment.
* * * * *
“Have a seat,” she commented casually, pointing to the small couch. “Can I get you something to drink? I’ve got beer or vodka.”
He took a vodka tonic; she made it a little stronger than it needed to be. She brought it to him, leaning down to kiss him. He was a terrible kisser, which meant he was probably even more malleable than she thought. She stopped kissing him; grabbing his free hand, she placed it on her chest, letting his fingers brush her breasts. She straddled his lap, lifting the fingers off her chest, sucking his fingers into her mouth, like she was giving him head. His breathing was labored, and she could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was desperate.
She stood up; he looked disappointed. She touched his face, spoke softly to him.
“I should probably get to bed. I’ve got to call work tomorrow, see if I can get extra hours. I need to get my car into the shop, but don’t have the extra cash. I was supposed to have the next few days off, but I guess I’ll need to work. Too bad, seeing that you’ll be in town for a few days. Would have loved to have spent time with you.”
He shifted on the couch, his hard-on obvious, and stammered. “Well, . . . Uh . . . Maybe I can help you out.”
She held her smile, and put on her serious face. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” She leaned down and kissed him, hard, deep. “But that’s really sweet, B.” She was going to call him "B". It made it more personal, and she didn’t risk screwing up his name.
“No, its no problem . . . Really . . . Come on, sit here with me.” He patted the couch. The one she got from her last conquest. He owned a furniture chain.
She smiled at him. “You’re so sweet, B. Mind if I get more comfortable?”
He nodded, swallowing hard. She turned to walk down the hall, pulling off her tank top as she went. She looked back at him before going into the bathroom, and he was watching every move. She slipped into the bathroom, shut the door, and stripped down to nothing but her heels. Staring at her naked body: firm, tight, suntanned, flawless. Free gym membership from Stan, the owner of the local fitness club, and she only had to bang him once a month for that.
She spritzed on some more body spray - even a tiny spritz on her bare mound. Brushed her teeth. Gave her hair one more flip before she walked out. His eyes were wide, as she strode down the hallway, naked, back into the living room. She stood before him, feet, shoulder width apart. Knowing the lamp behind her illuminated everything just perfectly. But there was business to attend to. “Are you sure you don’t mind helping out with the car?” she purred. “It would sure be nice to not have to work a few overtime shifts. Especially if you’re going to be in town.” He was nodding, not even speaking. She moved closer, lay across his lap, her bare, tanned ass arched up toward him, her legs crossed and her heels in the air. She could feel his erection under her stomach. Looked him in the face as he stared at her, stretched out across his lap.
“Wanna spank me?” she asked. She felt his cock twitch in response, wondering if before the sun came up she could convince him to replace the two rear tires that were going bald.
He took a vodka tonic; she made it a little stronger than it needed to be. She brought it to him, leaning down to kiss him. He was a terrible kisser, which meant he was probably even more malleable than she thought. She stopped kissing him; grabbing his free hand, she placed it on her chest, letting his fingers brush her breasts. She straddled his lap, lifting the fingers off her chest, sucking his fingers into her mouth, like she was giving him head. His breathing was labored, and she could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was desperate.
She stood up; he looked disappointed. She touched his face, spoke softly to him.
“I should probably get to bed. I’ve got to call work tomorrow, see if I can get extra hours. I need to get my car into the shop, but don’t have the extra cash. I was supposed to have the next few days off, but I guess I’ll need to work. Too bad, seeing that you’ll be in town for a few days. Would have loved to have spent time with you.”
He shifted on the couch, his hard-on obvious, and stammered. “Well, . . . Uh . . . Maybe I can help you out.”
She held her smile, and put on her serious face. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” She leaned down and kissed him, hard, deep. “But that’s really sweet, B.” She was going to call him "B". It made it more personal, and she didn’t risk screwing up his name.
“No, its no problem . . . Really . . . Come on, sit here with me.” He patted the couch. The one she got from her last conquest. He owned a furniture chain.
She smiled at him. “You’re so sweet, B. Mind if I get more comfortable?”
He nodded, swallowing hard. She turned to walk down the hall, pulling off her tank top as she went. She looked back at him before going into the bathroom, and he was watching every move. She slipped into the bathroom, shut the door, and stripped down to nothing but her heels. Staring at her naked body: firm, tight, suntanned, flawless. Free gym membership from Stan, the owner of the local fitness club, and she only had to bang him once a month for that.
She spritzed on some more body spray - even a tiny spritz on her bare mound. Brushed her teeth. Gave her hair one more flip before she walked out. His eyes were wide, as she strode down the hallway, naked, back into the living room. She stood before him, feet, shoulder width apart. Knowing the lamp behind her illuminated everything just perfectly. But there was business to attend to. “Are you sure you don’t mind helping out with the car?” she purred. “It would sure be nice to not have to work a few overtime shifts. Especially if you’re going to be in town.” He was nodding, not even speaking. She moved closer, lay across his lap, her bare, tanned ass arched up toward him, her legs crossed and her heels in the air. She could feel his erection under her stomach. Looked him in the face as he stared at her, stretched out across his lap.
“Wanna spank me?” she asked. She felt his cock twitch in response, wondering if before the sun came up she could convince him to replace the two rear tires that were going bald.
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