| Fredox2 |
10-28-2017 11:10 AM |
When “Lindsey” came into the room and shut the door I turned around, we both said the same thing at the same time: “Are you kidding?”
Standing in front of me in a very short, very sheer teddy and a matching thong, was the late 30’s -early 40’s mom who lives across the alley from me! Now, I have always admired her: while she is not classically pretty, her face is very attractive, her voice is perfect, and her body is sexier than all hell: tall, slender with dark gorgeous hair and a moderate chest. I would be lying if I haven’t undressed her with my eyes from time to time.
I was stunned: Michael and Thomas’ mother -Joe’s wife- was standing in a see through outfit, planning to suck and fuck a new client. And I suppose she was having a hard time squaring the man in the wh*r*house with the neighbor who plays catch with her boys, has beer with her husband, and generally is just a decent neighbor. I swear it was a good 60 seconds before either of us moved or spoke.
I finally said, “Well, I won’t ask you what you’re doing here if you won’t ask me.”
She said, “I’m so embarrassed I want to die.”
“All things considered”, I said, “ You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. If it weren’t finding what I was looking for on TER, this wouldn’t have happened, so there’s nobody here in the position to act like there’s something wrong.”
She said, “I can’t do this and then see you at home and act like it didn’t happen. This is bad enough as it is. But if you want, let me get you someone else.”
Now I will admit to being mortified, but I also wanted to get laid. And now I wanted to fuck Lindsey, whose real name is Carolyn. “Look, Carolyn, I think the genie is pretty much out of the bottle. You know I pay for sex, and I know you have sex for money. Obviously I don’ think that makes you terrible, and just as enviously you don’t really have a problem with men paying for sex. I don’t think we’re going to forget that. On the other hand, I see no reason to think of you any differently that I ever have when I run into you elsewhere. So just relax.”
“OK”, she said. “You’re right, I guess we can’t unring that bell. But there are other girls here: let me get you someone else.”
She was reaching for the door, as I said, “Please don’t. It would have been a fantasy for the hot neighborhood MILF to be a sl*t. Well, here you are. I LOVE that you’re a wh*r*. I want to fuck you a lot more than I wanted to fuck “Lindsey”, if you know what I mean. Stay. Let me see you naked. Suck my cock. Fuck me.”
“Alright. On one condition. We NEVER talk about this anywhere but here. This is the only place and the only way we have sex. This can’t turn into an affair.”
I laid the money on the table, and then had a GREAT time.
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