"WHAT? NO! I'm not paying you for sex! Uh uh, no, not now, not ever no way!"
It's a Friday evening and just like every second Friday Gypsy is around. It's a money thing really, I have the wine, can knock out a decent meal and my company is free.
Gypsy is far from the best with money, even at the best of times, but she also has issues to contend with that would make many give up, curl up and die.
The story isn't that original, a single mother, no support from the father, a job that promises more than it delivers, and the same ol' same ol' that we all have to contend with. Car, insurance, rent, electricity, food blah blah blah.
Her being broke isn't new, but this solution to her problems is a new one for me. Oh, I've paid her for pictures, only because I really wanted them and I knew she needed the cash. But I would have loaned her the money even if she didn't allow the pictures. Well I would have given it to her, but we always call it a loan.
"Listen to me" she said "I owe you a fortune right now. I can't borrow more, my cards are maxed, the overdraft is overdrawn and you're the only option left. I have to earn, I can't just rely on hand outs. Its charity, its demeaning. School fees are behind, my landlord is complaining and I didn't hit target again last month, I need that commission but it's just not happening. I need to earn. If it's not you, then who, or if you have a better idea how?"
This bizarre turn of events knocks the wind out of me a little, I mean she's talked about considering escorting before, wait let's not nice this up. She's talked about prostitution. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with a lady choosing it as an occupation, I just have a problem with someone having to do it through an absence of any other choices."
"Look I'll help I always do, but I'm not paying you for sex lady, uh uh. Look if we ended up in bed because we both want to, then that's fine. But if it needs cash to get you into bed that just tells me you don't really want to. I'd feel like a bastard, so no!"
"I need ten grand, TEN!" She shouted "I already owe you more than I remember, but I can't owe you another ten! If I knew some guy that would pay the bills I'd do him for free, well for the bills but otherwise for free, but I don't, you're it and I am kinda desperate."
Ten Grand! You see what she's like. Not "can I borrow a grand for school fees" or rent the moment it becomes overdue, but TEN when her son is facing expulsion from school and they both face eviction!
"I'll give you ten grand, no strings, when you can the pay me back, but if you can't then don't worry about it."
"What about you give me ten grand and the sex can be a thank you. That way you're not paying for sex and I'll have thanked you enough to feel O.K. for not paying you back? Come on, there isn't a part of me you haven't seen or touched recently, it's not much more than we have been doing anyway."
Mind... Blown! Kaboom! this lady's logic, though truly appealing, is utterly twisted. There has been a time that I scratched a sexual itch for her but no money changed hands; the "thank you" was dinner at her place.
"It would be a thank you?"
With a lick of her slightly parted lips and a wink. "yes," she said.
This is the damned problem. She just knows how to turn me on, she does it deliberately, it makes her feel good and she knows that she is safe to do it with me. Gypsy has come closer to crossing the line that she knows in the past, but my self-discipline and the knowledge of what I stand to lose prevented anything untoward happening.
We hadn't had sex for ten year years. Damn I hadn't had sex for so long I was almost a born again virgin. I'm old enough to be cynical about the whole dating thing and while one night stands are not really my thing, they do scratch an itch. But this is her, this is the woman that I measure all others against. It's not about comparing others to her, that would be incredibly unfair.
Physically, beauty personified and sexiness defined is how I describe her. She's a clever witty charming pleasure of a person that you can introduce to anyone, but let's face it, at that moment I was not considering her abilities in philosophical debate.
"A thank you?" I was still having difficulties with the concept.
"Yes."
"Just how thankful would you be?"
"Thankful enough to fuck your brains out" she said with uncharacteristic coarseness.
"My brain is already fucked with this." I said. "So this would be my treat, for me, and I'm not saying we will do this, but you intend to fuck my brains out, not just be there and have me do my thing?
"That's about it, I know I'll enjoy it, I'm in the mood for action so you'll certainly enjoy it, what's so wrong with the idea?" she said, rather convincingly I might add.
Here's the thing, although I thought this was wrong, hell, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted her now! I wanted to feel her on top of me and me inside of her, I wanted to see that soft sheen of perspiration that used to turn me on so much. I wanted her hair sticking to her face from our exertions, I wanted myself inside that mouth, those lips, with that tongue that's driven me mad through the years.
"Wow, I'm not sure I'd last that long, it's been ages since I had a shag, it would be a shame for the festivities to end abruptly." I was being honest with her. This could be a five minute hump n' thrust if I couldn't keep control.
"I'll be here all night baby and I'll still be here to thank you more tomorrow, there'll be plenty time for a quickie, time to recover, time to relax and time to sweat!"
AHA! That's what I wanted to hear. I was almost past the point of no return. Would we regret it? Where would this leave us with each other, go for it! No don't! my mind was a mess.
"Yes" Low toned and calm, "yes, yes yes yes, I don't know that I've ever wanted anything so badly!" A tinge of desperation in my voice.
"Well then we had better get you ready for a weekend of thanks." She said with a smile.
"But I haven't given anything for you to say thank you for yet."
"You will, it will be worth it, come on get up."
[The Bathroom]
Standing up she took me by the hand and into the bathroom. Leaning in and turning on the shower she turned to face me, grabbed my face in her two hands and pulled me down to kiss her. A deep passionate kiss filled with energy, encouraging lust and with my arms around her I thought I might just come then and there.
Undressing another person generally isn't that easy, but in between kissing we each undid, untied, and untangled each other out of our clothes, in a frenzy, but without stumbling, all the time our lips or hands on some part of the other.
Slowly she pulled away, reached down and gently grabbed me pulling me in to the shower. As the saying goes, once you have them by the short and curleys their hearts and minds will follow! Mine certainly did.
I soaped every inch of her magnificent body, letting my hands slide all over her. A sensual exploration of all those areas I loved and had missed for so long. This is a woman who's armpits I found sexy! Everywhere is a treat worthy of adoration, a pleasure park for the eyes, tongue, and fingers.
I was painfully hard, uncomfortably so and had never been so aroused as right then. Taking her turn to soap me and explore, I leant against the shower wall with her behind me, her hands everywhere as she came close, rubbing herself behind me, using almost her whole body to soap me up.
Rinsed, we dried ourselves and each other off. Kneeling down in front of me she guided me to her mouth, lightly kissing the tip she licked the shaft up and down all the while looking up into my eyes. Before placing me inside her mouth, the warmth, the swirling of her tongue, the stroking, gentle squeezing of her hands and those eyes, filled with desire, deep brown, simultaneously soulful and sexy.
As expected there was nothing I could do but accept that, as pleasurable as this was, it would not last long and it didn't. I would defy any man to last longer under the conditions.
It is the gentlemanly thing to do in such situations, to give your partner some kind of warning but I almost failed. "I... Gnnnnugh... I'm... arrrrgh I'm gona..." and I did but she didn't let go, swallowing turned to gulping I felt the last vestiges of my load being dragged up my shaft.
She pulled off with an audible pop! Looked up smiled licked her lips, opened her mouth to show all was gone, threw her head back and laughed.
"You look like you're going to pass out." She said.
Indeed, legs weak, light headed and leaning against the wall I thought I might!
Helping her up we kissed deeply again and embraced.
"A glass of wine I think," I said leading her out of the bathroom.
Gypsy has a body that just exudes sexiness and sensuality; I could gaze at it for ever and wanted nothing more than to watch her beautiful curves swaying around the house. But she is a cold blooded lady. Hot headed and hot as hell in looks, but gets chicken skin in the slightest draft of chill.
She put on my robe which was almost comically big on her and we went and sat in on the sofa, her legs folded under her, looking at once cute but sexy, innocent but a harlot, satisfied with herself but wanting more.
I on the other hand was doing my best to look hunky in a towel, unable to control my face from alternate smiling and shock, wanting to scream out loud to the world about how magnificent this woman is, while wanting to do nothing but quietly keep her to myself forever.
"So you like me in your gown?" glancing down to the already recovering bulge in my towel.
"What can I say?"
Leaning over, laying down she placed her head in my lap, she gave a satisfied smile and stretched like a cat in the sun. "We are going to have so much fun this weekend" she said.
Sustenance. A glass or two, feeding each other finger food, talking nonsense, laughing, groping and having fun, Gypsy dozed off on my lap.
[Bed Time]
Waking, stretching again, smiling and looking up to me she said "bed-time." Who was I to argue? No complaining about wanting to watch more television from me!
In the bedroom, laying down I explored her body, tracing her eyebrows with my finger, caressing her face, kissing her neck, feeling the curves of her body under my hands, all time with her just looking at me, a gentle sigh here and there.
I don't really like the word horny but I had a desire for Gypsy that was almost animalistic. It was her thank you to me but all I could think of at that moment was what I wanted to do to her.
Her hand gently grasped around my hard member, thumb and forefinger around its base in a kind of reverse wank hand she stroked up and down.
"Fuck me" she almost whispered, not shy, more the tone used in a moment of true fury, her eyes intense, her face beautiful but insistent. "Fuck me" not much louder but more insistent and demanding.
Reaching down between her legs I could feel her wetness, there would be damp patches a plenty tonight, no arguing about who would sleep on them, they would be unavoidable for both. Stroking her I...
"Stop fucking around and fuck me damnit!" No whispering this time!
As hard as I was the skin must have stretched because there was no pain just an iron like consistency. Rolling over on top of her seeing her instance and desire I accepted. The erotic fondling was over, there was to be no foreplay just a raw unrelenting fuck.
I entered her straight away and with force, hearing her gasp and feeling her nails bite into my shoulders. No slow sensual to and fro, thrusts, hard, deep and to be honest fucking wonderful.
Her eyes were rolling back, her nipples engorged, her breath ragged, "OH FUCK! YES, LIKE THAT LIKE THAT!"
