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I was driving down in the sleazy part of town, looking for a little action. Since my divorce 2 years ago, I had not really had a serious, long term relationship. So once a month or so, I cruised around in the seedy area, looking for a whore to pick up.
It was not that I did not have much money. I had more than enough to get a high priced call girl. It was simply that I had found through experience that many street hookers were better. They were independent, and since they valued the return customers more, often tried harder, and gave better performances. I specifically asked them at first meeting if they offered “GFE”, or “Girl Friend Experience”. In other words, some light kisses and caresses before, during and after. I found those that did were much more enjoyable than the “short time girls” who tried to get me off as quick as they could so they could move along to the next guy.
It was still early evening, so there were not many girls out. I was hoping to be able to find Maria. She was a cute little Hispanic girl, with firm titties and a mouth that was almost as talented as her pussy. Sarah would also be welcome tonight. She was around 25, with nice big titties, and she loved to let me feel them as she sucked me off. I had been cruising around for about 10 minutes, and was getting ready to leave when I saw a girl that caught my interest.
She was about 5'6", nice looking and about my age. I drove by her one more time, looking for cops. Satisfied that there were none, I drove back and pulled over. She walked up to the car and climbed in. I drove off, and looked at her as I was driving down the road again. She had wavy auburn hair, which seemed to fall just past her shoulders and with a lock that kept trying to fall in front of her right eye, like Veronica Lake. Her figure was lovely, not emaciated like many girls, and certainly not overweight. We were back at driving speed and we started to talk business.
She said she charged $20 for a blow, $30 for a fuck, and $45 if we used her room. She looked familiar, but I could not quite place her. I looked closer at her. Shoulder long black hair, brown eyes, with a nice figure. I asked her if she did GFE, and she turned half-towards me and smiled. Her hair had fallen over her right eye, and she had a lovely smile as she nodded, and said that she did. “But only if it is for an hour or more, that starts at $75, and is in my room.” Something about the way she looked at me there bothered me, so I introduced myself. I even did something unusual and used my real name.
She did not react to my name at all, and just said her name was Star, and I almost stopped the car.
"Star, as in Nancy Star Smith?" I asked, dumbfounded.
She looked at me, asking me where the hell I got that name from. I was in a state of shock, kinda like the old song "Angel Was A Centerfold", where the singers High School Dream Girl became a Playboy centerfold. But this was no song, and my High School Dream Girl was working as a whore.
I said my name again, and I could see the lights coming on in the back of her head. "Paul? Oh my god." she whispered, clearly shaken. We were both from Idaho, and she probably never expected to be recognized here in LA, let alone to have me recognize here here in LA.
I drove us to a 24 hour coffee shop, and guided her inside. We sat at a booth, and I bought us dinner. Sex be damned, this was the little sister of one of my best friends growing up. I wanted to know what had happened to her the last few years.
I joined the Military after graduation, and left to go overseas for 3 years. When I got back home, Mark and his entire family had moved. I tried to track them down, but after 3 years I finally gave up. Now, over 10 years later, I find Nancy. I asked her what had happened.
Mark was now living in Las Vegas, and had a family there. Her parents still lived there also. I had tried to track them down in Vegas, but her fathers name (John Smith) made that almost impossible. Mark was a manager at a store there, and she said he would be thrilled to hear from me again.
“You know, he has tried to find you also Paul. But he never knew where your dad lived other than in 'LA', and your mom remarried and moved right after you left and we lost that also. I know every few years he looks for you in phone books, hoping you move back home.”
I told her about what I had done. My short Military career (training accident wrecked my back, and I had to get out). My failed marriage, and my current career as a computer store owner. I was independently wealthy, and the store was more for something to do than for the money. I had not always been wealthy, but a lucky pick in the state lottery now had me set for life. The store was more to keep me busy than it was to make money.
After we finished dinner, we headed back to my car. I was wanting to ask her how she had started this, and what had been happening over the last 10 years. Last time I saw Nancy, she was 15, and was a cheerleader at the Junior High School. She was Mark's younger sister, and I'd had a crush on her for years. But one thing a guy knows automatically, is that you never date the little sister of your friends.
Once in the car, she started to tell her story. She had gotten married after she graduated, and moved down to LA with her husband. After 2 years of beatings and abuse, she finally left him. She had no skills, and had a tough time getting or holding a job. After being evicted, she faced starvation. A guy saw her walking down the street, and without realizing it at first, she became a prostitute. That was almost 2 years ago.
She tried and still held regular jobs most of the time. Her last job was as a cocktail waitress, until the bar went out of business the month before. Her unemployment was not enough to cover her expenses, so here she was again. I was to have been her first trick in over 3 years.
I had driven us to a little park that I knew about on top of a hill. She told a lot of her story from up there, the two of us looking down over the lights of the city. We then lapsed into remembrances of our c***dhood. Friends, places and things we used to do.
She admitted that she had a crush on me when growing up, and she used to dream that I would return from Korea, and take her away with me. She giggled at that, and I saw a little of the cute girl was still there. I also admitted that I had a crush on her, but her being 3 years younger, on top of the fact that she was my best friend's sister kept me away. When you are 17, 14 seems way to young. When you are 30, 27 is not that much of a difference.
She took my hand, and looked into my eyes. "I wish things had gone differently for us Paul. We've both had it rough."
I sank into her deep blue eyes. Before I knew what I was doing, I had leaned forward, and I saw her close her eyes. I did the natural thing, and kissed her. It was gentle, lasting for almost 2 minutes. I actually felt my chest doing flip-flops, something I have not felt in years.
All we did was kiss. No tongue, no feeling each other, no moaning. A nice, almost c***dish kiss, only the duration marking it different. We finally broke, and she was very flushed. "I have wanted to do that with you since I was a little girl. And it was just as I had thought it would be."
I leaned forward again, and we kissed. This time, I wrapped my arms around her. We hugged and kissed, and I lost track of the time we spent with our mouths glued together. I started to rub her back with one hand, and Nancy moaned into my mouth. I moved my other hand into her hair, caressing her scalp as I ran my fingers through her hair.
I opened my mouth slightly, and she did the same. Our tongues lightly touched, then started to caress each other. We now had our upper bodies pressed together, and I was feeling incredible.
It had been years since I had either had or given a kiss like this. Eventually we broke apart, both of us breathless. I noticed that the windows were heavily fogged, and I pointed this to Nancy. She laughed at that, and rested her head on my shoulder. It was around 9, and I asked her if she wanted me to drop her off somewhere.
"I would rather stay here with you," was her reply. I suggested we go to one of our places, and she agreed. She only had a motel room, so I suggested she come to my place. As we drove down the hill, I asked her if she had ever done cleaning work. She admitted that she had, but most of the jobs were monopolized by Mexican families, which made it hard for a single woman to get one.
I had been thinking of hiring a housekeeper for a while now, I had simply never gotten around to actually doing it. So I decided to offer her the job. I told her that I was looking for one, and could pay her $1,000 a month, in addition to room, board, and a car if she needed it. She looked at me, and asked if I was sure I wanted her as a housekeeper.
I looked at her for a second, and said that that was all I expected of her. "Let me be frank for a second. I am not looking to hire you as a live-in call girl. You will have your own detached room, and can do whatever you want. You are a friend, and I want to do this to help you get back on your feet. I expect nothing in return except that you clean the house, and maybe cook 2 or 3 meals a week."
She looked at me, and agreed. We made a trip back to the motel, and got her belongings. She loaded them into her car, and followed me to my house. As I watched her car in my mirror with one headlight broken and how bad it looked, I knew I was going to suggest she park it in my driveway and use my other car if she needed to go somewhere.
I live in one of the nice areas of the North San Fernando Valley. It is a 2 story 5 bedroom 3.5 bath house, with a detached garage and a detached guesthouse. I had bought it with my ex-wife, and I got it during the divorce. We split the money from the lottery, and she took the second house we owned in the Huntington Beach area.
I showed her the guesthouse, and got her settled in. It was furnished, so all she needed to do was hang up her clothes and put her stuff in the bathroom. I then showed her the main house. She marveled at the size of it, and a lot of the features I had installed after I bought it.
Some of the features included a built-in vacuum cleaner, an intercom-stereo station in every room (there was one in the guest house also), and a sophisticated alarm system. I gave her an activation code, and showed her how to use it. After showing her around, I had her sit in the living room while I made us dinner.
We ate in my living room, listening to some light music in front of a gas fire. She chose some wine, and we killed the bottle together. Soon we were cuddled up together, kissing while she leaned up against me. She started to caress my chest, and I gently inserted my tongue into her mouth.
We necked for around an hour, ending up lying on our sides, bodies pressed up against each other. We took a break, and I told her that it was late, and we should get to bed. She looked at me oddly when I asked if I could escort her to her room.
She asked why we were stopping, since I obviously wanted more. I told her that I very much wanted more, but was willing to wait for her. I apologized, but said that I still saw her as Mark's little sister, and somebody to love and protect, not as somebody to use just for my pleasure.
“Nancy, we both know what I was looking for tonight. And to be honest, I saw you and you looked very appealing to me. And yes, I do that on occasion, mostly because I got tired of the entire dating thing. Either it is girls that just wanna quick fuck to be blunt, or know I have money and want something from me. At least with a hooker, the exchange is honest and not fake. I was honest when I asked for GFE, and this is more than I ever expected. I am far more pleased with our genuine kisses than I ever would have been with the fake ones I usually get with the sex.”
Nancy blushed, and gave me a nice hug and kiss. “To be honest, I was glad when you asked me for that. I was hoping you would take me up on it for an hour. Not for the money, but because I also genuinely enjoy it like that. More like a date than business. Plus I liked how you looked Paul, I just did not know why at the time.” I then walked her to her new home. We kissed one more time holding each other tight, and I returned and went to bed.
The next evening, we called Mark. We made up a story, saying that she had answered my ad in the paper looking for a live-in housekeeper. It was good talking to my friend after so many years. We chatted for hours, and made plans to meet in the near future. Nancy talked to him for another 30 minutes while I made us dinner. Afterwards, we retired to the living room again, and relaxed with a little more wine.
Before I realized it was happening, we were necking again. I caressed her back through her shirt, and realized immediately that she was not wearing a bra. It felt so good, and I never wanted to stop. We kissed deeply, out tongues caressing each other in our mouths and my fingers running through her hair as her nails lightly scratched my back. I was sitting with my back against the couch, and she was half-lying on my lap, her body out at a 90 degree angle from mine.
Nancy took my hand in her own, and placed it on her belly. It was so soft and flat, It took all of my willpower to simply keep it there. Nancy placed her other hand on my neck, and softly caressed it. I moaned softly when she moved down, and kissed my neck.
Nancy worked all over, then moved up to my ear, kissing and licking it. I sighed deeply as she whispered into my ear "I want you." Those three words sent shivers through my body, and she felt them also. I was barely able to contain myself as she continued to kiss and caress my neck and ears.
Her hand lifted mine from her belly, and brought it to her lips. She kissed my palm softly, and I caressed her face as she did so. After a minute or so, she removed it, and turned her face to kiss my lips again. She took my hand, and placed it over her left breast.
I found myself torn in three different directions. My heart told me to remove it, that she was worth waiting for. My hand was telling me to leave it there, to enjoy what I was feeling. My hormones were yelling for me to rip off her clothes and make love to her then and there.
My hand won, as I continued to kiss her, as I firmly grasped her breast. I could feel her hard nipple poking into my palm, and our kissing became more passionate. I realized that I had an erection when Nancy rolled towards me a little, and rested her hand on it.
She started to stroke me softly, through my pants. I was afraid that we had gone to far, and tried to untangle us. I removed my hand from her breast (regrettably). I started to remove her hand, when she pulled her mouth away from mine, and whispered "No."
"Paul, I have been wanting this to happen for as long as you have. You have been teasing me now all weekend."
I protested that, but she said that it had gone both ways. She was wanting me as much as I wanted her, and was not going to take no tonight. She sat up, and removed the shirt that she was wearing. I could not help but stare at her breasts. They were perfect for her size (I found out later she was a 34C). Her areola were a little larger than quarters, and her nipples were almost a quarter inch long, as well as across. They were also deliciously erect.
I pulled her against me, kissing her deeply as I held her tight. She unbuttoned my shirt, and held herself against me. It felt wonderful to feel her nude skin against mine. I caressed her back as we kissed. Her skin was so soft, and I never wanted to stop kissing her.
After a few minutes, Nancy rolled away a little, pulling her chest away from mine. I moaned softly into her mouth, and reached a hand up to cup her right breast. She moaned in response, and pushed her chest against my hand. Her breast was firm, and the nipple very hard against my palm. I firmly squeezed her breast, then moved my hand down a little, to cup the underside. I then ran my thumb against her nipple, feeling the stiffness.
I moved away from her lips, and started to kiss and nibble on her neck. Nancy moaned my name, wrapping her left arm around my neck as her right hand held mine against her breast. I kissed my way up and down her neck, and Nancy squirmed and moaned under my lips and hands.
Nancy's breasts were objects of beauty. Large and firm, they felt wonderful under my hands. I moved my hand to her other one, caressing her other nipple. Nancy started to moan how good it felt, and how hot I was making her. She was actually sounding like she was close to an orgasm, there was so much passion in her voice.
Nancy had now rotated her body so that she was laying across my lap, her body at a 90 degree angle to mine on her back. I started kissing her neck, moving down to her chest. She was actually pressing her chest outward, and I knew what she wanted. I decided to tease her by kissing her chest, and the top half of her breasts.
"Oh Paul," she sighed as I bent lower, and captured her right nipple in my mouth. I opened wide, taking a large portion of her boob into my mouth before I started to lightly suckle. I licked her hard nipple as I did so, causing her to hold my head tighter against her.
Without talking, the two of us moved so we were lying flat on the floor on the rug in front of the fireplace. Nancy had my shirt on the floor, caressing my chest as I caressed hers. I rolled her from her side to her back, and started kissing her neck again. My hand had moved away from her breasts, and was again caressing her soft belly.
I moved my mouth down, and she again gripped my hair as I started to suck her breasts. Once again, she stiffened, groaning loudly as I took her left nipple into my mouth. I was lying against her body, and could feel her hips moving around. After about 5 minutes of this, she was moaning loudly, and her nipple had gotten so stiff I thought it would explode.
I moved to her other nipple, licking and sucking on it like I did her first. My left hand moved down, caressing her upper leg and hip. I moved it to her waist, hugging her tightly and caressing her soft concave curve there.
I moved back to her left nipple, my hand working back up to cup and caress her right breast. My right hand was caressing her face, Nancy occasionally kissing it, sucking on my fingers. I heard her groan loudly, and take my thumb into her mouth, sucking hard, then biting lightly. I was a little surprised when she moaned my name loudly, pulled my head down against her breast, then exploded.
She bucked her hips against the air, shuddering through her entire body. This was the first time I had given a girl an orgasm simply by sucking her breasts. It seemed to be a strong one, and I moved up to kiss her lips. Nancy's arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly as she bucked a few more times, then sagged against me. Our lips parted, then she looked up at me, passion in her eyes.
"Wow. I have never cum that way before." She said, looking deep into my eyes. "I thought I was going to explode."
I kissed her deeply, passionately. I had loved this creature from afar for years, and I was only now accepting the fact that she felt the same as I did. I continued to caress her chest and belly, emotions emerging that I had not felt in a long time. My cock was rock hard, but I did not want sex as much as I simply wanted to belong to her, and her to me.
Finally we broke apart, both of us panting a little. Nancy rolled me onto my back, and curled up next to me. We cuddled like this for quite a while, until she stood up, saying she needed to go to the bathroom. I stood first, then helped her stand. We kissed again briefly, then she went to the back of the house.
I went to the kitchen and made both of us a plate of cheese and crackers, placed 2 wine glasses on it, and opened a bottle of my best wine. I returned to the living room, but she was not there. I found one shoe, and the other about 3 feet away. I knew she was wearing them when she left for the bathroom, so was curious. I walked to the hallway, and saw a sock in the center.
At the corner was another sock, so I went to it. There were her pants, right in the middle of the stairs. I went up them, and saw her short on the top of the stairway. I moved forward and saw something on my door. I walked in front of my bedroom door, which was closed but not latched. I looked down, and saw a pair of light blue panties were on the doorknob. As if in a trance, I picked them up, and felt the crotch. They were very damp. I brought them to my nose, and inhaled a lovely scent. Nancy's scent.
I pushed open the door, and saw Nancy in my bed, under the covers. I walked over to her, and set the tray and bottle on the table by the bed. I leaned over to kiss her, and then stood up again. She looked beautiful, her auburn hair spread out on the pillow. She had a small smile on her lips, and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.
She then told me that she was very sure. "In fact, if you do not get into this bed in the next 5 minutes, I might get out and **** you."
I lit a candle that I kept on the dresser, then turned off the lights in the room. I quickly undressed, keeping my back to Nancy the entire time. I then slid under the covers, and into her arms.
Time seemed to stand still as we kissed. We were on our sides, so I started to caress her back again. Up and down my hand roamed, from her shoulders to her ass. I caressed her ass, for the first time feeling the soft skin I had wanted to hold for over 15 years.
Nancy was doing her own exploring, caressing my back and ass as she rubbed her belly against my hard cock. We kissed and caressed each other in the soft glow until we needed to catch our breaths again. Once again, she rolled me onto my back so she could curl up next to me.
Nancy told me of her long crush on me. How she had wanted to be like this with me for a long time. "In fact, when I played with myself as a k**, it was normally you I thought of Paul. One of the first things my mom commented on when she first met my ex-husband was how much he looked like you."
As we talked, our hands continued to roam around each others bodies. Nancy moved half on top of me, then started to kiss me. Her hand was caressing my lower belly, and her pelvis was pressed up against my thigh. I could feel that she was wet, her curly hairs against my leg.
Nancy started moving her hand down, and was soon grasping my cock in her hand. I moaned into her mouth as she gently caressed my length, lightly stroking me. She continued to do this as we kissed, not masturbating me as much as caressing. I was already close, and I broke away, telling her that I was close to loosing control.
"Then do so. You made me loose control once tonight, it's only fair. Besides, that way you will last longer the next time."
I expected her to jack me off, but was amazed when she quickly ducked under the covers, and brought me to her mouth. I groaned as she sucked me into her mouth. She took me halfway in her first move down, then had me fully in her mouth within 15 seconds.
Nancy was very gifted, alternating between moving her mouth up and down quickly, and keeping me fully inside and sucking and licking as I stayed still. Within 2 minutes, I was about to lose control. I moaned her name, telling her I was about to cum. Nancy merely moved up so the head was the only thing in her mouth, and jerked me off with her hand. I called her name loudly as I came, spewing into her mouth.
She swallowed it all, not stopping her loving sucks and caresses and moving back up until I had gone almost completely soft. I kissed her deeply when she came up, not caring that I was lasting my own sperm. I wanted to kiss her, and nothing was going to stop me.
We kissed for 15 minutes, and Nancy played with my cock the entire time. I was hard again, and she moaned that she wanted me to fuck her brains out as she rolled onto her back, and pulled me on top of her. I looked down at her, with her legs spread wide. She looked even more beautiful than any of my fantasies about her.
I looked down into her eyes, and whispered gently “Nancy, I will never fuck you. However, I am dying to make love to you.”
I laid down on top of my lovely lady (I was actually thinking of her as "mine" now). We kissed deeply as I pressed my chest down onto hers, felling her breasts flatten under me. She moaned my name softly as I slid my cock up and down her vulva, then groaned as I slowly sank into her.
I pushed the head in, then waited a few seconds before pulling back out. I repeated this many times, each time sliding in a little deeper. It took around 20 times until I was all the way in. She was so tight, I was worried that I would hurt her. Nancy was obviously not k**ding about not having been with a man for a long time. She was so tight, I almost thought she may have been a virgin.
We kissed passionately as I slid into her then back out again. Nancy alternated between lightly clawing my back and moaning deeply as I slid inside. When I was all the way in, I stopped, letting my cock rest inside her. I could feel her vaginal muscles work up and down my length, squeezing me inside of her. We kissed, and I moved to kissing her neck.
"Oh, so full. You feel so good inside me" she moaned. "I have wanted this for so long, I can hardly believe that it is happening finally. After so long of dreaming of this, I finally have you in me."
I moved back to her lips, kissing her as she moaned into my mouth. I started to slowly move my hips, only moving an inch or so inside her, slow shallow strokes. As I moved longer, I started to take longer strokes, finally getting to where I was only keeping the head of my cock inside before I thrust back inside. Nancy was moaning non-stop now, and I could tell she was close.
I laid on top of her, and rolled us carefully onto our sides. We kissed and hugged as we thrust our pelvises against each other. I moved my face back a couple of inches, and looked deep into her eyes.
I could see straight into her soul. Her green eyes were sparkling as they looked into my own. I looked into them, and softly spoke the words I have wanted to say for several days, but was afraid to.
"Nancy, I love you."
She moaned my name loudly, then came. Nancy thrashed against me, thrusting her hips in all directions as she milked my cock. I have never been with a woman that had such strong orgasms. I was on the verge of cumming myself, and tried to hold back.
But my lady had other ideas. She grasped my hips and rolled me back on top of her, making me thrust harder, moaning that she wanted my cum in her. I was unable to hold off, and she moaned that she loved me when the first spurts of my sperm entered her. I shot 4 or 5 large bursts, then collapsed onto her, kissing as we tried to catch our breaths.
We held each other and talked, my cock slowly softening and slipping out of her. Nancy moaned when this happened, and I said that I wish I could have stayed in her forever. Finally catching our breaths, I rolled off of her, and she curled up next to me. We quietly talked until we both fell asleep.
It was not that I did not have much money. I had more than enough to get a high priced call girl. It was simply that I had found through experience that many street hookers were better. They were independent, and since they valued the return customers more, often tried harder, and gave better performances. I specifically asked them at first meeting if they offered “GFE”, or “Girl Friend Experience”. In other words, some light kisses and caresses before, during and after. I found those that did were much more enjoyable than the “short time girls” who tried to get me off as quick as they could so they could move along to the next guy.
It was still early evening, so there were not many girls out. I was hoping to be able to find Maria. She was a cute little Hispanic girl, with firm titties and a mouth that was almost as talented as her pussy. Sarah would also be welcome tonight. She was around 25, with nice big titties, and she loved to let me feel them as she sucked me off. I had been cruising around for about 10 minutes, and was getting ready to leave when I saw a girl that caught my interest.
She was about 5'6", nice looking and about my age. I drove by her one more time, looking for cops. Satisfied that there were none, I drove back and pulled over. She walked up to the car and climbed in. I drove off, and looked at her as I was driving down the road again. She had wavy auburn hair, which seemed to fall just past her shoulders and with a lock that kept trying to fall in front of her right eye, like Veronica Lake. Her figure was lovely, not emaciated like many girls, and certainly not overweight. We were back at driving speed and we started to talk business.
She said she charged $20 for a blow, $30 for a fuck, and $45 if we used her room. She looked familiar, but I could not quite place her. I looked closer at her. Shoulder long black hair, brown eyes, with a nice figure. I asked her if she did GFE, and she turned half-towards me and smiled. Her hair had fallen over her right eye, and she had a lovely smile as she nodded, and said that she did. “But only if it is for an hour or more, that starts at $75, and is in my room.” Something about the way she looked at me there bothered me, so I introduced myself. I even did something unusual and used my real name.
She did not react to my name at all, and just said her name was Star, and I almost stopped the car.
"Star, as in Nancy Star Smith?" I asked, dumbfounded.
She looked at me, asking me where the hell I got that name from. I was in a state of shock, kinda like the old song "Angel Was A Centerfold", where the singers High School Dream Girl became a Playboy centerfold. But this was no song, and my High School Dream Girl was working as a whore.
I said my name again, and I could see the lights coming on in the back of her head. "Paul? Oh my god." she whispered, clearly shaken. We were both from Idaho, and she probably never expected to be recognized here in LA, let alone to have me recognize here here in LA.
I drove us to a 24 hour coffee shop, and guided her inside. We sat at a booth, and I bought us dinner. Sex be damned, this was the little sister of one of my best friends growing up. I wanted to know what had happened to her the last few years.
I joined the Military after graduation, and left to go overseas for 3 years. When I got back home, Mark and his entire family had moved. I tried to track them down, but after 3 years I finally gave up. Now, over 10 years later, I find Nancy. I asked her what had happened.
Mark was now living in Las Vegas, and had a family there. Her parents still lived there also. I had tried to track them down in Vegas, but her fathers name (John Smith) made that almost impossible. Mark was a manager at a store there, and she said he would be thrilled to hear from me again.
“You know, he has tried to find you also Paul. But he never knew where your dad lived other than in 'LA', and your mom remarried and moved right after you left and we lost that also. I know every few years he looks for you in phone books, hoping you move back home.”
I told her about what I had done. My short Military career (training accident wrecked my back, and I had to get out). My failed marriage, and my current career as a computer store owner. I was independently wealthy, and the store was more for something to do than for the money. I had not always been wealthy, but a lucky pick in the state lottery now had me set for life. The store was more to keep me busy than it was to make money.
After we finished dinner, we headed back to my car. I was wanting to ask her how she had started this, and what had been happening over the last 10 years. Last time I saw Nancy, she was 15, and was a cheerleader at the Junior High School. She was Mark's younger sister, and I'd had a crush on her for years. But one thing a guy knows automatically, is that you never date the little sister of your friends.
Once in the car, she started to tell her story. She had gotten married after she graduated, and moved down to LA with her husband. After 2 years of beatings and abuse, she finally left him. She had no skills, and had a tough time getting or holding a job. After being evicted, she faced starvation. A guy saw her walking down the street, and without realizing it at first, she became a prostitute. That was almost 2 years ago.
She tried and still held regular jobs most of the time. Her last job was as a cocktail waitress, until the bar went out of business the month before. Her unemployment was not enough to cover her expenses, so here she was again. I was to have been her first trick in over 3 years.
I had driven us to a little park that I knew about on top of a hill. She told a lot of her story from up there, the two of us looking down over the lights of the city. We then lapsed into remembrances of our c***dhood. Friends, places and things we used to do.
She admitted that she had a crush on me when growing up, and she used to dream that I would return from Korea, and take her away with me. She giggled at that, and I saw a little of the cute girl was still there. I also admitted that I had a crush on her, but her being 3 years younger, on top of the fact that she was my best friend's sister kept me away. When you are 17, 14 seems way to young. When you are 30, 27 is not that much of a difference.
She took my hand, and looked into my eyes. "I wish things had gone differently for us Paul. We've both had it rough."
I sank into her deep blue eyes. Before I knew what I was doing, I had leaned forward, and I saw her close her eyes. I did the natural thing, and kissed her. It was gentle, lasting for almost 2 minutes. I actually felt my chest doing flip-flops, something I have not felt in years.
All we did was kiss. No tongue, no feeling each other, no moaning. A nice, almost c***dish kiss, only the duration marking it different. We finally broke, and she was very flushed. "I have wanted to do that with you since I was a little girl. And it was just as I had thought it would be."
I leaned forward again, and we kissed. This time, I wrapped my arms around her. We hugged and kissed, and I lost track of the time we spent with our mouths glued together. I started to rub her back with one hand, and Nancy moaned into my mouth. I moved my other hand into her hair, caressing her scalp as I ran my fingers through her hair.
I opened my mouth slightly, and she did the same. Our tongues lightly touched, then started to caress each other. We now had our upper bodies pressed together, and I was feeling incredible.
It had been years since I had either had or given a kiss like this. Eventually we broke apart, both of us breathless. I noticed that the windows were heavily fogged, and I pointed this to Nancy. She laughed at that, and rested her head on my shoulder. It was around 9, and I asked her if she wanted me to drop her off somewhere.
"I would rather stay here with you," was her reply. I suggested we go to one of our places, and she agreed. She only had a motel room, so I suggested she come to my place. As we drove down the hill, I asked her if she had ever done cleaning work. She admitted that she had, but most of the jobs were monopolized by Mexican families, which made it hard for a single woman to get one.
I had been thinking of hiring a housekeeper for a while now, I had simply never gotten around to actually doing it. So I decided to offer her the job. I told her that I was looking for one, and could pay her $1,000 a month, in addition to room, board, and a car if she needed it. She looked at me, and asked if I was sure I wanted her as a housekeeper.
I looked at her for a second, and said that that was all I expected of her. "Let me be frank for a second. I am not looking to hire you as a live-in call girl. You will have your own detached room, and can do whatever you want. You are a friend, and I want to do this to help you get back on your feet. I expect nothing in return except that you clean the house, and maybe cook 2 or 3 meals a week."
She looked at me, and agreed. We made a trip back to the motel, and got her belongings. She loaded them into her car, and followed me to my house. As I watched her car in my mirror with one headlight broken and how bad it looked, I knew I was going to suggest she park it in my driveway and use my other car if she needed to go somewhere.
I live in one of the nice areas of the North San Fernando Valley. It is a 2 story 5 bedroom 3.5 bath house, with a detached garage and a detached guesthouse. I had bought it with my ex-wife, and I got it during the divorce. We split the money from the lottery, and she took the second house we owned in the Huntington Beach area.
I showed her the guesthouse, and got her settled in. It was furnished, so all she needed to do was hang up her clothes and put her stuff in the bathroom. I then showed her the main house. She marveled at the size of it, and a lot of the features I had installed after I bought it.
Some of the features included a built-in vacuum cleaner, an intercom-stereo station in every room (there was one in the guest house also), and a sophisticated alarm system. I gave her an activation code, and showed her how to use it. After showing her around, I had her sit in the living room while I made us dinner.
We ate in my living room, listening to some light music in front of a gas fire. She chose some wine, and we killed the bottle together. Soon we were cuddled up together, kissing while she leaned up against me. She started to caress my chest, and I gently inserted my tongue into her mouth.
We necked for around an hour, ending up lying on our sides, bodies pressed up against each other. We took a break, and I told her that it was late, and we should get to bed. She looked at me oddly when I asked if I could escort her to her room.
She asked why we were stopping, since I obviously wanted more. I told her that I very much wanted more, but was willing to wait for her. I apologized, but said that I still saw her as Mark's little sister, and somebody to love and protect, not as somebody to use just for my pleasure.
“Nancy, we both know what I was looking for tonight. And to be honest, I saw you and you looked very appealing to me. And yes, I do that on occasion, mostly because I got tired of the entire dating thing. Either it is girls that just wanna quick fuck to be blunt, or know I have money and want something from me. At least with a hooker, the exchange is honest and not fake. I was honest when I asked for GFE, and this is more than I ever expected. I am far more pleased with our genuine kisses than I ever would have been with the fake ones I usually get with the sex.”
Nancy blushed, and gave me a nice hug and kiss. “To be honest, I was glad when you asked me for that. I was hoping you would take me up on it for an hour. Not for the money, but because I also genuinely enjoy it like that. More like a date than business. Plus I liked how you looked Paul, I just did not know why at the time.” I then walked her to her new home. We kissed one more time holding each other tight, and I returned and went to bed.
The next evening, we called Mark. We made up a story, saying that she had answered my ad in the paper looking for a live-in housekeeper. It was good talking to my friend after so many years. We chatted for hours, and made plans to meet in the near future. Nancy talked to him for another 30 minutes while I made us dinner. Afterwards, we retired to the living room again, and relaxed with a little more wine.
Before I realized it was happening, we were necking again. I caressed her back through her shirt, and realized immediately that she was not wearing a bra. It felt so good, and I never wanted to stop. We kissed deeply, out tongues caressing each other in our mouths and my fingers running through her hair as her nails lightly scratched my back. I was sitting with my back against the couch, and she was half-lying on my lap, her body out at a 90 degree angle from mine.
Nancy took my hand in her own, and placed it on her belly. It was so soft and flat, It took all of my willpower to simply keep it there. Nancy placed her other hand on my neck, and softly caressed it. I moaned softly when she moved down, and kissed my neck.
Nancy worked all over, then moved up to my ear, kissing and licking it. I sighed deeply as she whispered into my ear "I want you." Those three words sent shivers through my body, and she felt them also. I was barely able to contain myself as she continued to kiss and caress my neck and ears.
Her hand lifted mine from her belly, and brought it to her lips. She kissed my palm softly, and I caressed her face as she did so. After a minute or so, she removed it, and turned her face to kiss my lips again. She took my hand, and placed it over her left breast.
I found myself torn in three different directions. My heart told me to remove it, that she was worth waiting for. My hand was telling me to leave it there, to enjoy what I was feeling. My hormones were yelling for me to rip off her clothes and make love to her then and there.
My hand won, as I continued to kiss her, as I firmly grasped her breast. I could feel her hard nipple poking into my palm, and our kissing became more passionate. I realized that I had an erection when Nancy rolled towards me a little, and rested her hand on it.
She started to stroke me softly, through my pants. I was afraid that we had gone to far, and tried to untangle us. I removed my hand from her breast (regrettably). I started to remove her hand, when she pulled her mouth away from mine, and whispered "No."
"Paul, I have been wanting this to happen for as long as you have. You have been teasing me now all weekend."
I protested that, but she said that it had gone both ways. She was wanting me as much as I wanted her, and was not going to take no tonight. She sat up, and removed the shirt that she was wearing. I could not help but stare at her breasts. They were perfect for her size (I found out later she was a 34C). Her areola were a little larger than quarters, and her nipples were almost a quarter inch long, as well as across. They were also deliciously erect.
I pulled her against me, kissing her deeply as I held her tight. She unbuttoned my shirt, and held herself against me. It felt wonderful to feel her nude skin against mine. I caressed her back as we kissed. Her skin was so soft, and I never wanted to stop kissing her.
After a few minutes, Nancy rolled away a little, pulling her chest away from mine. I moaned softly into her mouth, and reached a hand up to cup her right breast. She moaned in response, and pushed her chest against my hand. Her breast was firm, and the nipple very hard against my palm. I firmly squeezed her breast, then moved my hand down a little, to cup the underside. I then ran my thumb against her nipple, feeling the stiffness.
I moved away from her lips, and started to kiss and nibble on her neck. Nancy moaned my name, wrapping her left arm around my neck as her right hand held mine against her breast. I kissed my way up and down her neck, and Nancy squirmed and moaned under my lips and hands.
Nancy's breasts were objects of beauty. Large and firm, they felt wonderful under my hands. I moved my hand to her other one, caressing her other nipple. Nancy started to moan how good it felt, and how hot I was making her. She was actually sounding like she was close to an orgasm, there was so much passion in her voice.
Nancy had now rotated her body so that she was laying across my lap, her body at a 90 degree angle to mine on her back. I started kissing her neck, moving down to her chest. She was actually pressing her chest outward, and I knew what she wanted. I decided to tease her by kissing her chest, and the top half of her breasts.
"Oh Paul," she sighed as I bent lower, and captured her right nipple in my mouth. I opened wide, taking a large portion of her boob into my mouth before I started to lightly suckle. I licked her hard nipple as I did so, causing her to hold my head tighter against her.
Without talking, the two of us moved so we were lying flat on the floor on the rug in front of the fireplace. Nancy had my shirt on the floor, caressing my chest as I caressed hers. I rolled her from her side to her back, and started kissing her neck again. My hand had moved away from her breasts, and was again caressing her soft belly.
I moved my mouth down, and she again gripped my hair as I started to suck her breasts. Once again, she stiffened, groaning loudly as I took her left nipple into my mouth. I was lying against her body, and could feel her hips moving around. After about 5 minutes of this, she was moaning loudly, and her nipple had gotten so stiff I thought it would explode.
I moved to her other nipple, licking and sucking on it like I did her first. My left hand moved down, caressing her upper leg and hip. I moved it to her waist, hugging her tightly and caressing her soft concave curve there.
I moved back to her left nipple, my hand working back up to cup and caress her right breast. My right hand was caressing her face, Nancy occasionally kissing it, sucking on my fingers. I heard her groan loudly, and take my thumb into her mouth, sucking hard, then biting lightly. I was a little surprised when she moaned my name loudly, pulled my head down against her breast, then exploded.
She bucked her hips against the air, shuddering through her entire body. This was the first time I had given a girl an orgasm simply by sucking her breasts. It seemed to be a strong one, and I moved up to kiss her lips. Nancy's arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly as she bucked a few more times, then sagged against me. Our lips parted, then she looked up at me, passion in her eyes.
"Wow. I have never cum that way before." She said, looking deep into my eyes. "I thought I was going to explode."
I kissed her deeply, passionately. I had loved this creature from afar for years, and I was only now accepting the fact that she felt the same as I did. I continued to caress her chest and belly, emotions emerging that I had not felt in a long time. My cock was rock hard, but I did not want sex as much as I simply wanted to belong to her, and her to me.
Finally we broke apart, both of us panting a little. Nancy rolled me onto my back, and curled up next to me. We cuddled like this for quite a while, until she stood up, saying she needed to go to the bathroom. I stood first, then helped her stand. We kissed again briefly, then she went to the back of the house.
I went to the kitchen and made both of us a plate of cheese and crackers, placed 2 wine glasses on it, and opened a bottle of my best wine. I returned to the living room, but she was not there. I found one shoe, and the other about 3 feet away. I knew she was wearing them when she left for the bathroom, so was curious. I walked to the hallway, and saw a sock in the center.
At the corner was another sock, so I went to it. There were her pants, right in the middle of the stairs. I went up them, and saw her short on the top of the stairway. I moved forward and saw something on my door. I walked in front of my bedroom door, which was closed but not latched. I looked down, and saw a pair of light blue panties were on the doorknob. As if in a trance, I picked them up, and felt the crotch. They were very damp. I brought them to my nose, and inhaled a lovely scent. Nancy's scent.
I pushed open the door, and saw Nancy in my bed, under the covers. I walked over to her, and set the tray and bottle on the table by the bed. I leaned over to kiss her, and then stood up again. She looked beautiful, her auburn hair spread out on the pillow. She had a small smile on her lips, and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.
She then told me that she was very sure. "In fact, if you do not get into this bed in the next 5 minutes, I might get out and **** you."
I lit a candle that I kept on the dresser, then turned off the lights in the room. I quickly undressed, keeping my back to Nancy the entire time. I then slid under the covers, and into her arms.
Time seemed to stand still as we kissed. We were on our sides, so I started to caress her back again. Up and down my hand roamed, from her shoulders to her ass. I caressed her ass, for the first time feeling the soft skin I had wanted to hold for over 15 years.
Nancy was doing her own exploring, caressing my back and ass as she rubbed her belly against my hard cock. We kissed and caressed each other in the soft glow until we needed to catch our breaths again. Once again, she rolled me onto my back so she could curl up next to me.
Nancy told me of her long crush on me. How she had wanted to be like this with me for a long time. "In fact, when I played with myself as a k**, it was normally you I thought of Paul. One of the first things my mom commented on when she first met my ex-husband was how much he looked like you."
As we talked, our hands continued to roam around each others bodies. Nancy moved half on top of me, then started to kiss me. Her hand was caressing my lower belly, and her pelvis was pressed up against my thigh. I could feel that she was wet, her curly hairs against my leg.
Nancy started moving her hand down, and was soon grasping my cock in her hand. I moaned into her mouth as she gently caressed my length, lightly stroking me. She continued to do this as we kissed, not masturbating me as much as caressing. I was already close, and I broke away, telling her that I was close to loosing control.
"Then do so. You made me loose control once tonight, it's only fair. Besides, that way you will last longer the next time."
I expected her to jack me off, but was amazed when she quickly ducked under the covers, and brought me to her mouth. I groaned as she sucked me into her mouth. She took me halfway in her first move down, then had me fully in her mouth within 15 seconds.
Nancy was very gifted, alternating between moving her mouth up and down quickly, and keeping me fully inside and sucking and licking as I stayed still. Within 2 minutes, I was about to lose control. I moaned her name, telling her I was about to cum. Nancy merely moved up so the head was the only thing in her mouth, and jerked me off with her hand. I called her name loudly as I came, spewing into her mouth.
She swallowed it all, not stopping her loving sucks and caresses and moving back up until I had gone almost completely soft. I kissed her deeply when she came up, not caring that I was lasting my own sperm. I wanted to kiss her, and nothing was going to stop me.
We kissed for 15 minutes, and Nancy played with my cock the entire time. I was hard again, and she moaned that she wanted me to fuck her brains out as she rolled onto her back, and pulled me on top of her. I looked down at her, with her legs spread wide. She looked even more beautiful than any of my fantasies about her.
I looked down into her eyes, and whispered gently “Nancy, I will never fuck you. However, I am dying to make love to you.”
I laid down on top of my lovely lady (I was actually thinking of her as "mine" now). We kissed deeply as I pressed my chest down onto hers, felling her breasts flatten under me. She moaned my name softly as I slid my cock up and down her vulva, then groaned as I slowly sank into her.
I pushed the head in, then waited a few seconds before pulling back out. I repeated this many times, each time sliding in a little deeper. It took around 20 times until I was all the way in. She was so tight, I was worried that I would hurt her. Nancy was obviously not k**ding about not having been with a man for a long time. She was so tight, I almost thought she may have been a virgin.
We kissed passionately as I slid into her then back out again. Nancy alternated between lightly clawing my back and moaning deeply as I slid inside. When I was all the way in, I stopped, letting my cock rest inside her. I could feel her vaginal muscles work up and down my length, squeezing me inside of her. We kissed, and I moved to kissing her neck.
"Oh, so full. You feel so good inside me" she moaned. "I have wanted this for so long, I can hardly believe that it is happening finally. After so long of dreaming of this, I finally have you in me."
I moved back to her lips, kissing her as she moaned into my mouth. I started to slowly move my hips, only moving an inch or so inside her, slow shallow strokes. As I moved longer, I started to take longer strokes, finally getting to where I was only keeping the head of my cock inside before I thrust back inside. Nancy was moaning non-stop now, and I could tell she was close.
I laid on top of her, and rolled us carefully onto our sides. We kissed and hugged as we thrust our pelvises against each other. I moved my face back a couple of inches, and looked deep into her eyes.
I could see straight into her soul. Her green eyes were sparkling as they looked into my own. I looked into them, and softly spoke the words I have wanted to say for several days, but was afraid to.
"Nancy, I love you."
She moaned my name loudly, then came. Nancy thrashed against me, thrusting her hips in all directions as she milked my cock. I have never been with a woman that had such strong orgasms. I was on the verge of cumming myself, and tried to hold back.
But my lady had other ideas. She grasped my hips and rolled me back on top of her, making me thrust harder, moaning that she wanted my cum in her. I was unable to hold off, and she moaned that she loved me when the first spurts of my sperm entered her. I shot 4 or 5 large bursts, then collapsed onto her, kissing as we tried to catch our breaths.
We held each other and talked, my cock slowly softening and slipping out of her. Nancy moaned when this happened, and I said that I wish I could have stayed in her forever. Finally catching our breaths, I rolled off of her, and she curled up next to me. We quietly talked until we both fell asleep.
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