Cheap Thrills 01:
The Rent is Too Damn High
Part 2
"Okay."
"To begin with this is a business relationship. We're not dating so I don't want you getting emotionally attached. You need to make yourself available as frequently as I want. I'll give you a two hour window for exceptions but in general I need to be aware of your schedule. Lastly, as you're providing me with an intimate service I will help you with your finances. Pay me whatever you can, and I will make sure this is all worth your time.
"You talk like I won't enjoy what I'm doing with you."
"I think you will, but I also want to help you."
"Okay," I replied searching her eyes trying to determine her reason for all of this and why she was taking pity on me.
"I've seen you around this house for the last year. I get so turned on with, the way you talk, the way you move, the way you smell, and in your pajama pants that I just want to grab you and have my way with you." she paused letting her eyes slide down to my pants where I sat covering up my hard pole, "I mean you can barely hide that in normal pants, but the thin fabric of the pajama pants is like a wet t-shirt contest. Yeah it's covered but it doesn't leave a lot to the imagination. Anyway, Not every guy is like you. I see someone I want to have wild lascivioussex with, but I see a person too. I'm nervous but excited at the same time. I'm expecting a lot so I'm offering a lot as long as you can keep your head."
She was sincere, and sincerely horny. I wondered vaguely how much courage she had mustered to say all of that. I was used to dealing with women concerned about gaining a pound or two here or there. Minnie wasn't like that at all. She was telling me things most women wouldn't tell a guy even if he asked.
"I'm tired of all the running around to be honest," She interrupted my thoughts again answering my question before I even asked. " I know I can't have you to keep, nor would I try to keep you because of the age difference. We both have things we want to do, and you still need to grow into who you are. I can fuck you though. No strings attached. You can be my renter with benefits." she giggled. I think the wine was starting to get to her.
It sounded like something she'd been thinking about and probably talked to a close friend about as she snickered like a school girl. The no strings attached didn't seal the deal. In fact had she wanted to try something serious I might have. We weren't that far apart but I could see what she was saying. Okay, maybe I was just horny and a little drunk. She'd given me a lot to think about. I probably should have taken a week to consider it; however, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had sex. The deal maker was when I realized how sincere she was. She wanted the sex, but she wanted to make sure we could both handle it too.
There she was, poised comfortably across from me, her hard nipples threatening to rip through her flimsy t-shirt. The scent of her body filled my mouth as thoughts of eating her out flickered across the screen in my mind. The outline of her soft hips were just begging for me to grab a hold and ride her for all they were worth. The swollen tip of my cock, fuming with anger as it pounded against my leg, demanded to be freed. With her forthright statement she had garnered both my respect and my lust.
Hell there wasn't anything to think about, except that I knew with a woman like this it was all about approach. Right then and there she was stewing in her own juices desperately fighting to keep her legs closed despite the sensations dancing through her thighs. I swear I could taste her before I actually did.
"Well, it sounds like a good offer," I was on the verge of losing all control.
"Sooo, what do you want to do now?"
"Prep you."
"Prep me? What's that suppo..."
