Memories and Fantasies
It felt like time was standing still at the Philadelphia convention center as Jason stood at the exit, looking out at the lighted city. The banking convention seemed to drone on and on and it had only been three days. It was to last all the way into the next weekend, which only thrilled him because he'd be able to go out for some fun and see more of the city.
The forty-year-old loved his job, and the conventions typically weren't too bad, but that was when he had company. His long-time friend from the bank, Philip, had had to cancel at the last minute because of a family emergency, leaving Jason alone.
He met a couple of people at the convention and had gone out to dinner with them already. He'd even planned to go to a musical on Saturday night. That show would be a great ending for the week, he thought.
"I'll meet you at the restaurant in an hour," he told Tom, the man next to him that he'd recently met. Tom, like him, was divorced and alone in the city and the two had made quick friends.
He walked the few blocks to his hotel and slipped inside to get changed and to relax for a moment. At close to 7 o'clock, he walked further downtown to the Italian restaurant. Tom was waiting for him as the waitress led them to their table. Wine flowed freely and the food was superb. The two men were talking without a care in the world when they were suddenly disturbed by a woman's voice.
"Mr. Graham?"
Jason turned his head, the wine and strange location kept him from recognizing her immediately. The blond was smiling broadly, obviously happy to see him.
"Kim?" he said, suddenly recognizing his young neighbor. He hadn't seen the pretty girl for the past several years, ever since she graduated high school. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm going to school here," she said, still smiling. "I've been here for two years now. I took a couple years off after high school and then just decided to go for it."
"Wow..." his eyes scanned up and down her body, remembering just why he was attracted to her. She wore a beautiful red dress that accentuated her curves. The high hemline showed off her long legs and incredibly erotic hosiery. The low neckline showed her ample cleavage as if it almost threatened to burst forth. She was dressed for a date, he finally realized. "You look... incredible..."
She looked unflinchingly into his eyes as if knowing the dirty thoughts on his mind. "Thank you. So do you. How long are you in town?"
"I leave a week from Sunday. I'm here for a convention."
"We'll have to get together some time while you're here." She flipped out a sheet of paper and wrote down her number. "Here's my number. Write down your's for me, too. Give me a call later and we can arrange to have some fun and catch up."
Jason took the paper, staring at it. He was surprised by his willingness and desire to be with this much younger woman. He wrote down his cell number and gave the paper to her.
"Well, I have to get back to my date now," she said casually. She bent over, kissing Jason on the cheek. Her mouth moved by his ear, her breath making him shiver. "It was really great to see you. I hope I can see a lot more of you," she whispered.
"Yeah... yeah..." he stuttered, all the blood rushing from his brain into his hardening cock. Her perfume was intoxicating and the touch of her hand on his shoulder made him shiver with desire.
Her hand lingered on his shoulder a moment longer as she stood and smiled down at him. Flashing a beautiful smile at Tom, she turned and walked away from the pair, their eyes lingering on her receding ass that she purposefully swayed.
"Damn! She's hot!" Tom whispered. "Who is she?"
Jason couldn't take his eyes off her until she sat down at a booth on the opposite side of the restaurant. She was with a gentleman a little older than himself, sitting close and cozy.
"She's my neighbor's daughter. I've known her since she was thirteen," he mumbled, wondering who her date was and how he got so lucky. It intrigued him that the man was so much older than her, yet she was seemingly having the time of her life.
"She's not thirteen any more," Tom laughed.
The rest of the evening was spent on thoughts of Kim. He'd thought a lot about her ever since he met her nine years ago. Even at thirteen she showed some lovely curves, with her breasts already filling out. Back then, she was awkward, but showed plenty of cleavage. And then when she was eighteen and wore her bikini he remembered not being able to do anything but watch her. In just those few short years she became a knockout.
He remembered watching her laying out in her backyard in the summer after the graduated, tanning. He always felt guilty about it, but remembered standing by the window stroking himself as he watched her.
It was 10:00pm and he just about couldn't take it any more. He slipped out of the hotel and walked down the street into the seedier side of town. He passed prostitutes along the way, but none caught his fancy. He declined offer after offer, with the girls openly vying for a "date" with him.
One girl finally struck his fancy, fueled his desire. She looked young, barely out of her teen years. She wore a tight t-shirt with no bra, a leather miniskirt and stockings. She was walking back across the sidewalk after talking to a guy in a car. She looked up at him and smiled. She had an indifferent, confident look about her, instead of youthful innocence, but she attracted him nonetheless, stopping him dead in his tracks.
"Hi. You looking for a date?" she asked turning towards him. She walked towards him slowly, her hips swaying side to side. Her long heels clicked on the sidewalk.
He bit his lip and swallowed hard, wondering if he could go through with this. Suddenly his guilt was overridden by his desire and he found his voice. "Yeah, I do."
She took him by the arm and laid her head on his shoulder, leading him across the sidewalk and down a side street. She led him to the door of a seedy-looking hotel and led him to the plexiglass protected front desk. The man looked at her and nodded, grabbing a key from the board behind him.
"That'll be thirty bucks for an hour," he said.
Jason fumbled for his wallet and pulled out the money. He did a mental inventory of how much money he had to spend and looked once again at the young girl beside him. She glanced at the wallet and smiled as she pulled out a lollipop and slid it between her lips teasingly.
With the key in hand, she led him to the stairs and up to the second floor, walking slowly and sensuously in front of him, her ass swaying gently. His eyes trailed down to the dark hose covering her legs, ending at the elastic strap midthigh, her milky-white thighs showing a hint of flesh before the hemline of the skirt hid the rest.
He unlocked the door and he held it open for her and locked it behind him. She moved to the bed and stood beside it, patiently waiting for him. She sensed his uneasiness, his guilt, and knew this was his first time. He stood just a few feet away wondering what was going to happen.
She took the few steps to him and lowered herself to her knees, her hands moving to his belt, slowly unfastening it. He looked down at her upturned face and shivered.
"So... what can this pussy do for you?" she said, smiling slightly. Her slim, young hands unfastened his pants and slowly pulled them down to his ankles. Her eyes turned to the tenting in his boxers. "Oooh, ready and eager."
"Ok, mister, so here's the deal. Twenty bucks for a hand job, fifty for a blowjob, and a hundred bucks to fuck... two hundred to fuck me in the ass, my personal favorite. So, what's on your dirty little mind?"
He looked down at the youngster and saw Kim, her bright, blue eyes looking up at him innocently and his conscience reasserted itself. "I dunno.... I...."
Her hands pulled his boxers down, letting them fall to his ankles too. Her fingers encircled his shaft and stroked up and down as she leaned forward and gently kissed the head.
"You sure there mister? I think you know exactly what you want," she whispered, swiping his cock over her cheeks and lips. "And I'll do anything..."
He couldn't get the image of Kim out of his mind and couldn't believe that he was seeing her. He'd envisioned her like this so many times before, but now it seemed almost real.
"Let's say we start with a handjob and work our way on up," she smiled sweetly, her hand beginning to stroke up and down his shaft. Her second hand joined the first as she moved faster, her lips inches from his tip. Her tongue slid out, teasingly, moving so close to the head. She opened her mouth invitingly, encouraging him to let her put it inside.
He shivered, so close to his orgasm in record time. The combination of the girl's age and her likeness to Kim turned him inside out with desire.
"Oh god," he moaned, his body tightening quickly.
"That's right, baby, cum for me. Cum so good just for me," she moaned, her fists pumping faster.
His body went rigid in seconds, threatening to fall over as his cum shot forth, arcing through the air until it hit the ground. The prostitute laughed at how excited he was. "Damn, you're a firecracker, sugar," she giggled. "It must've been a while."
Embarrassed, he backed away and grabbed his shorts and pants, pulling them up, and quickly fastening them. His conscience fully took over and, embarrassed, he grabbed the money from his wallet, handing her fifty dollars. "Here. I gotta go," he said, quickly moving out the door. She sat stunned, smiling and shaking her head.
He couldn't believe he had gone through with that, and hurried back into his hotel room where he took a quick shower to wash off the stain of his indiscretion.
